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“Yes,” I say simply.
“Fuck,” is all he says in response.
And then he turns the lamp on beside us, and I can see his face: eyes wild and bright, hair mussed.
“If I’m gonna make you come, Angel, I want to watch the entire thing.”
I just nod, because in truth, I want to see him as well. I want to see all of it.
“Can I undress you?” he asks.
“Please,” I whisper, feeling myself sitting on desire’s edge, my core pounding with lust.
He pushes back the blankets from my lap, and I lean towards him. One brush of his hands against my thighs as he picks up the sleep shirt I’m wearing and lifts it over my head, and I ignite, a moan leaving my lips. He leans back a bit and looks at me, his eyes sweeping from the curve of my hip, across my soft stomach, down my thighs, and back up again.
“Fuck, Angel, you’re so beautiful. Can I touch you?”
I nod, and he pulls me in closer. He leans in and kisses my neck, and my heart swoops in my chest. He trails kisses down my sternum, leaning me back onto the pillows as he goes.
“I think about these perfect fucking tits all the time,” he says, kissing a line across my breasts, pulling each of my nipples into his mouth. “And I think about your cunt, dripping wet for me, ready to take my fingers, or my cock.”
I feel a blush rise in my cheeks at his words, but I also relish hearing them—hearing that Carter feels the chemistry that is still between us. That he wants me, even now.
“Do you want it like it was before?” he asks, and I know exactly what he means.
Him, in control yet praising me endlessly. Me, at his mercy, blushing and shaking under his hands, the praise making the pleasure all the more delicious.
“Yes,” I say.
“Yes, what?” His voice is like gravel now, rough and low.
“Yes, please.”
“Good girl,” he says, and my lust drips through my core. “Are you already wet for me? Are you dripping just thinking about what it will be like when my fingers are finally inside you?”
I let out a noise that sounds like a whine and he just chuckles. “I won’t make you beg this time, Angel. Because I can tell how much you need this. But next time, remember that if you want me to make you come, you need to tell me how badly you want it.”
“I forgot how damn controlling you could be,” I say, even though I didn’t. I remembered it perfectly and have thought about it a thousand times since.
“And you love it.” He reaches down and tugs my panties aside, and grazes one knuckle against me. “See, soaked already, pretty girl.”
I buck my hips, seeking friction after the loss of his hand touching me.
“I like seeing how badly you want me, Angel. How much you need to come.”
“Carter,” I moan.
“Yes?”
I know the magic words. I know exactly what he wants to hear, even if he claims he doesn’t.
“Please,” I say. “Please make me come. Please.”
“You’re such a good girl, begging me even though you didn’t have to.”
And then he reaches down and slides my panties down my legs.
“Spread your legs,” he orders. I do as he says, the command ratcheting my desire up even more. “Wider. I want to see all of you.”
