He moved his hand a little further up my ankle before returning it to caress my heel. Then he switched to the other sole. His fingers were pure magic... and he was turning me on.  Did a foot massage count as foreplay? Everything felt like foreplay with him.

“Tell me what you’re thinking.”

I licked my lips, unsure if honesty was the best policy right now because my thoughts were so far past X-rated, they deserved their own rating.

“That bad, huh? It’s okay. I know exactly what you’re thinking.”

“And how do you know?” I teased.

“I can read body language very well. Our bodies usually betray us.” He wiggled his eyebrows, and I felt myself blush even more.

“But you can’t see anything.”

He lowered my foot back on the ottoman, then slid closer to me, placing my plate on the small table.

There was nothing between us now, and when Carter leaned in to kiss me, I pushed myself up, fully aware that my towel was sliding down and my breasts were on display.

God, the man kissed like no other. He buried one hand in my hair, tilting my head while he ravished me with his lips and tongue.

I needed his touch desperately. My body was begging for it.

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Sixteen

Carter

I slid my hand down from her hair to her neck, and then to her breasts. She arched into my touch, moaning in my mouth. She was beautiful, all worked up like this for me. I slid my hand even lower and rubbed two fingers over her pussy, from her clit down to her entrance.

She moaned louder, gripping at my shirt with both hands when I removed her towel completely. I was going to make this woman come. I wanted to give her so much pleasure that I’d rock her world. She opened her thighs wider, allowing me access. I rubbed up and down her opening, alternating between touching her clit and teasing her inner thighs, working her up. And all the while, I couldn’t stop kissing her. I wanted to watch her beautiful face, but I needed to taste her. When I slid one finger inside her, Val’s entire body shook.

Then she unhitched her mouth from mine just for a few seconds, long enough to say, “Another one. Pleaaaase.”

I thought I might burst in my pants. I kissed her again, sliding in a second finger, and then we were both out of control. I moved my fingers in and out, curving them to hit her sweet spot, stroking her clit with my thumb. This wasn’t enough. I couldn’t touch her the way I wanted in this position. I couldn’t taste her. So I withdrew my hand, laughing when she closed her thighs to try and trap me there.

“Come closer, baby. I want to taste you.”