Finally Ours (Harborview #2)

29. Angela

29

ANGELA

Tell me what to do.

Carter’s words reverberate through me, and I spread my legs wider, a heady rush of power spearing through me as I look at him on his knees before me.

“Fuck me with your fingers,” I say.

Carter drags his fingers through my wetness and then pumps two inside of me. His thick fingers stretch and fill me, and he starts stroking through me slowly, in and out, and I can’t help but whimper.

“Do you like that, pretty girl?”

All I can do is moan as heat and pressure intensify in my core.

“Tell me how much you like it, I want to hear you say it.” His fingers are still inside me, and he looks up at me, his eyes filled with lust, and a glint of power.

“I love it, Carter. It feels so good, I’m gonna come on your fingers,” I tell him, the words making me blush.

“Not yet, Angel, I’m not finished with you. What else do you want?”

His fingers start moving again, fucking me deeply now, and I feel my thighs start to shake.

“I can’t hear you,” he says.

“Your mouth,” I gasp out. “I want your mouth.”

He eases his fingers out of me and starts flicking his tongue along my clit, making me cry out.

“That’s so good, Carter, oh my god,” I say.

He reaches around and grabs my ass, holding me flush against his mouth as he devours me, his tongue swirling around my clit in a relentless pace.

“Carter I’m gonna?—

And then his tongue is gone, replaced by his thumb drawing lazy circles around my clit.

“This pussy is so needy, Angel. But I’m going to give you exactly what you need. You sucked my cock so well, and I’m gonna make you come with my fingers inside you and my tongue on your clit. Do you want that? Do you want to come?”

“Yes, please, Carter, I want it so badly,” I say. He starts fucking me with his fingers again, and then leans in and starts licking at my clit. “That’s so good, oh my god,” I tell him, because even if Carter likes to be in control, I can also tell he likes the praise almost as much as I do. “You eat my pussy so good, Carter. Fuck.”

He fucks me harder and faster, matching the pace with his tongue, and I start to unravel as the orgasm builds and builds. The belt restrains my arms and keeps me in place, only making the pleasure more intense. The orgasm crashes around me, pleasure arcing through me again and again as Carter continues to fuck me, and I jerk my hips against him, practically riding his face.

I come down from the orgasm, but Carter isn’t done, and says, “One more for me, Angel. I want to watch this time.”

All I can do is nod as he starts rubbing my clit gently with his thumb, slowly yet surely coaxing another earth-shattering orgasm from me.

“You look so good from this angle, fuck,” he says. “I love watching you come. I want to watch this every day for the rest of my damn life.”

And then I come apart again, shaking and shivering against the wall, moaning his name over and over again, until my body goes limp and I can barely stand.

Carter stands and gently removes the belt from my wrists, and then scoops me up into his arms, carrying me with an ease that fits perfectly into his mountain man aesthetic.

“Shower or bed?” he asks.

“Bed,” I say.

I point in the direction of the bedroom, and he carries me all the way there, and then lays me down. He stands there for a moment, looking hesitant, like he doesn’t know if I want him to stay, and my heart cracks in half. This man—I’m not sure who exactly he is now versus who he was then, and I’m still working through our past, and my fears, but he’s got goodness in him. Heaps of it.

“Stay,” I tell him.

And so he does, climbing into bed, curling his body around mine, and stroking my arms and back up and down in slow, languid strokes.