Pulling out of me, he flipped me around on all fours. I whimpered, missing the contact, that sensation of being full of him. He didn’t enter me though, and I shifted backward.

He laughed softly, and then I felt his lips on my back.

“You miss my cock inside you already?”

I whimpered again.

“Yes.” I wasn’t sure he’d heard me, because the word had come out lower than a whisper.

He brought his lips lower, to the base of my spine, and lower still, to my ass cheek. Kiss. Bite. Kiss. Bite. Moving on to the other ass cheek, he applied the same sweet torture. Carter rubbed two fingers in wide circles around my clit without ever actually touching the sweet point. He was just lighting up the nerve endings but not quite setting them on fire. And his tongue was licking up the most sensitive part of me, where my string had covered me before. It was enough to turn me blind with need.

When he finally, finally thrust inside me again, I felt every inch of him more intensely.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful, all flushed like this.”

I’d pressed one cheek to the mattress, and he could see half my face. My burning face. When I brought one hand to my clit, I met Carter’s fingers.

I took my hand away, using it for leverage, pressing my palms into the mattress as I thrust back into him, needing every last drop of pleasure. Carter worked my clit relentlessly while he pumped in and out of me. I’d never experienced pleasure so raw and all-consuming. My muscles burned and protested as I moved to the feverish rhythm. Spasms ricocheted through me as the tension circled closer to my center, the orgasm building up mercilessly.

I reached back with both of my hands to touch Carter’s thighs, urging him to go even faster.

I exploded, my vision fading at the edges. When I felt him swell inside me a few seconds later, I thought I might shatter from so much pleasure.

After we cleaned up, we lay next to each other, Carter cradling me in his arms. I smiled against the skin of his torso.

“What’s with the smile?” His voice was a mere whisper, as if he was still regaining his strength.

“I like that you’re sweaty. And that you cuddle me.” And that he’d wooed me with that spectacular date before speaking so openly about his feelings. Part of me still thought I’d imagined all that. I was a little ashamed that I’d laid out my insecurities, but when he’d asked what I was afraid of, I couldn’t bring myself to feign nonchalance.

I nipped at his shoulder playfully, and next thing I knew, Carter had rolled on top of me again, pinning my hands above my head.

He did have some strength left after all.