Page 39 of Stand Your Ground

All the while, his mouth was working. He licked and sucked his way up my thighs as his hands hooked into the waistband of my shorts and started pulling them down. It was only the act of peeling them off me that made his kisses stop, and he sat back on his heels so he could maneuver better.

“Tell me what to do,” I coached. “A woman wants you to take control.”

“That’s not what you want,” he threw back with a mischievous grin.

“Well, we’re not talking about me. Now, tell. Me. What. To. Do.”

Carter licked his lip, curling his fingers inside the band of my shorts.

“Lift your ass, baby. Let me get these off you.”

I smirked, lifting my hips as he asked me to. I worked with his guidance until my shorts were off along with the black cotton thong I had beneath it. Carter tossed both somewhere behind him before he was on me again.

And I let out a sigh, closed my eyes, and focused on how to make him a pussy-eating machine.

“Show me how well you listened during our first lesson,” I told him. “Show me what you learned.”

I peeked one eye open just long enough to see the determination settle in on Carter’s face. It lit me up like nothing had before, enough to have me wondering what the hell it was that I found so fucking hot about teaching this man how to touch me. I didn’t let myself overthink it before I was dragging my nails through his hair and guiding him right where I wanted.

Just like I asked, he proved to me that he’d paid attention during our first lesson. He took his time, his kisses wet and longing as he worshipped my thighs and toyed with me enough to make me squirm. When I thought I couldn’t stand it any longer, he rewarded me with a long lap of his tongue from my opening all the way up to my clit.

“Mmm,” he moaned against me, and I arched my back, body reacting without my permission to how badly he wanted me.

Carter pressed on both of my thighs, opening me like he couldn’t get me wide enough to do everything he wanted to. He licked me again, slower this time, and then two fast licks in quick succession that had my clit buzzing to life.

“Talk to me,” I managed, licking my lips as a panting breath slipped through them. “Make it dirty.”

Carter licked around my opening and up to my clit, flicking the tip of his tongue over it with just the right pressure to makemy legs quake. When he covered my clit with his whole mouth, kissing it sloppily and swirling his tongue in a figure eight, I moaned and bucked up to meet his touch.

He smiled against me, winding his arms up and under each thigh so he could hold me still. “Look at you, filthy girl,” he purred, swirling his tongue around my clit before he teased the inside of my thighs again. “You’re so fucking pretty when you squirm for me like this.”

“Yes,” I managed, rolling my lips together. “Good. Now, get to work.”

Carter smiled against my thigh again before he was dragging his mouth where I wanted.

And I was so glad he had use of his hands this lesson.

I loved the way his fingertips dug into my thighs, the way his palm spanned the length of my abdomen as he slid one hand up and roughly shoved it under the bralette beneath my sheer dress. I fuckinglovedthe way he toyed with my nipple, the way his other hand slid beneath me, fingertips dancing in the wetness there.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck this pussy,” Carter breathed, circling my opening with one slick finger. “I can’t wait to feel you stretching for me, to feel you hugging every inch as I break you wide open.”

I didn’t even fake the moan that got out of me, but I did quickly realize I was losing myself again.

Hold the reins,an inner voice warned me.

“That’s it,” I encouraged him. “Just like that.”

Carter sucked my clit with conviction then, my praise spurring him on. And when he slid his finger inside me, I rewarded him with a bucking of my hips, with my hands twisting in his hair and holding him to me.

Until he started jamming that finger in and out of me.

I laughed a little, reaching down to slow his assault.

“You’re listening so well,” I breathed, chest heaving as my orgasm began to play at my nerve endings. “Now, do exactly what you did last time with your mouth, and use your hand. But be easy. Curl your finger inside me. Wiggle it until you find the spot that makes me tremble. Then read my body language, figure out the combination to make me come.”

Carter hummed his understanding, and when I released my grip on his wrist, he started to move his finger inside me again.

This time, it was exactly what I needed.