Page 76 of Pink and Country

“Carter, I need you inside me. Please—” April pleaded in a low voice, and I braced myself on my hands, moved upward, and silenced her with a hungry kiss, letting her savor the taste of herself on my tongue.

“If you pressure me, I’ll torture you even more.” I tangled my tongue with hers before going down on her. The slow foreplay was as excruciating for me as it was for her. My cock was throbbing with need, ready to get in the game. I wondered if it could tear in two if I ignored it any longer. I raised an arm over my head to knead one of April’s boobs. I grazed the tip with my thumb, and she squirmed underneath me. Our eyes locked for a second, and the mask of pleasure she wore broke me apart. She flicked her other nipple between her fingers, and mesmerized, I couldn’t avert my gaze. “Please, keep touching yourself.”

Her other hand replaced mine as I lowered it to her waist, holding her in place.

April yelped when I pushed two fingers inside her, matching the pace with my tongue over her sweet spot. I circled her clit with the tip of my tongue and splayed my hand over her lower belly, keeping her from bucking off the mattress. My tongue and fingers increased their rhythm, and she matched the pace with her hips until she convulsed under me, squirming from pleasure.

“Oh, God—” I wasn’t God, but at that moment, I felt like one as her toes curled, and her body stiffened under my touch. I swept my tongue over her pulsing clit one more time, and she came undone, surrendering herself to my greedy mouth.

While Pixie surfed the waves of pleasure, I wrapped my cock in a condom and rubbed my hard-on along her wet center, leaving her no time to regain her full consciousness. The urge to be inside her was greater than anything I’d ever felt before.

April cried out when I pushed the tip inside her. She looked gorgeous, all flustered, waiting for me to give it to her.

I spread her sex with my thumbs, and she engulfed all of me, inch by inch, hard, long, and thick. This feeling. The feeling that I was where I belonged. Like coming home after a tour. Our souls blended, and I knew, at that instant, that whatever I’d do or say in the future, April would always own a part of me. Or all of me. Nobody would ever be able to wash her imprint off me. Exhaling a jagged breath, I paused, needing a second—or two—to regain some self-control. I could easily come only with the knowledge of how perfectly at home I felt inside her. A smile tugged the corner of my lips as I enjoyed the moment I’d been dreaming about for weeks. Me. April. Both of us giving in to our most primitive instincts. Making one. Indulging in the sexual tension boiling between us since the day we met. My cock fit inside her as if she’d been carved for me. As if someone had tailored her body to house mine.

“This feels amazing.”

April gasped, and my eyes searched her face. Her eyes, sparkly and hooded. Her lips, full, pink, and quivering as I stretched her to fit all of me.

She propped herself on her elbows, and her fingers curled around my neck, pulling my face to hers.

“Are you okay, Fairy?” April bit her bottom lip and lifted her hips, letting me fill her deeper. The way her body clenched around mine shattered all my doubts. All my restraints. Dear God. We hadn’t even started, and I was already a goner.

“Don’t hold back,” she said in a croaky voice. “Give me all you’ve got.”

My hands found her breasts, and I gave them all the attention they deserved, sucking and biting the hard pebbles, trying to avoid coming too soon, overwhelmed with sensations, like a teenager having sex for the first time. My tongue teased one nipple while my hand played with the other, and then I switched, wanting to indulge in them both equally.

I trailed kisses in the valley between her perky tits and along her collarbone. I sucked on her neck, wanting to leave my print all over her. Like an animal, I wanted to make her mine. To mark her.

“Please,” April begged, rolling her hips under mine. “Fuck me already.”

I parted my legs, dug my knees into the mattress, clamped her hipbones to lift her ass from the bed and spear into her. With restraint at first. April purred, and I increased the tempo, thrusting into her faster and harder. She fisted the sheet, her mouth agape, her eyes glossy, offering me a vision. The one I’d dreamed about so many times.

Our hips rolled together. My mind shut off, April’s whimpers the only sound making their way to my brain. The only sound I needed to hear for the rest of my life.

My grip on her tightened as I pounded into her, deeper and faster.

April writhed under me, and her face, flushed and glowing, begged me for more. She arched her back, looking delicious and gorgeous as my over-enthusiastic dick rammed into her.

April wet her index finger, lowered her hand between us, and started rubbing her swollen mound. Oh my fucking god. April’s eyes snapped to mine. Did I say that out loud?

Her eyelids fluttered, and pearls of sweat bloomed on her chest.

I leaned down and licked them all, enjoying the saltiness on my tongue.

“Carter—Carter—” The way she said my name affected me in the most animalistic way. My cock hammered into her fiercely, and a low guttural groan exited my mouth.

April’s eyes popped open, and she fisted my damp hair to bring my mouth to hers, her tongue sweeping in with lust. And hunger.

“Ohmygod, woman, you’re wrecking me. You’re fucking killing me.”

April pushed at my chest and motioned me to flip to my back. She positioned herself over me, riding me, her tits bouncing with each movement of her body. I was her stallion, and we were winning the race. My hands clamped over her thighs, at the knees. The view from there was breathtaking. Fairy glued her eyes to mine, drawing me in. My breath caught in my lungs as she leaned forward and peppered kisses on my chest. Her tongue traced a line from my navel to my chin. She rolled her hips over mine, bringing me to the verge of insanity. April flicked her tongue over my lips and nibbled at my earlobe. She sucked on my lower lip, and my balls tightened. She woke up the devil inside me. When she pushed back, I lifted my ass from the mattress and speared into her, unable to go slow. April wound her hand around my neck and pulled me toward her. Sitting partially, her mouth attacked mine, and she raked her fingers through my hair, tugging at it. Pain, lust, pleasure, desire. It was a deadly combination.

With a shift of my hips, I flipped April back under me. She tilted her head backward, and my mouth launched at her neck as her body clenched around mine, making my cock vibrate in her depths. My muscles tensed, and we climaxed together, her body shuddering as violently as mine.

For a moment, I worried April had had a seizure. I lowered my body, holding most of my weight up with my arms, and pressed my forehead to hers. Our heartbeats synched. I sprinkled kisses on her collarbone and her chin, brushing her hair away from her face with my fingertips.

Once the tremors in me lessened, I glided out of her, missing her warmth, and removed the condom before dropping it on the floor next to my bed.