Page 146 of Carson

Slowly she urges me lower, slipping my hand between her thighs, and then she holds it there.

Her breathing is fast and I can see the pulse at her neck pounding. I just pray that it is not out of fear.

With her other hand, she pulls the loofah from between us, letting it fall by our feet.

When she presses my fingers against her, I keep them right where she places them.

Not until she tells me to move will I move.

With her hand over mine, she slowly begins to rub my palm over herself. Her eyes never leave mine as she begins to set a pace.

“That feels good,” she whispers.

I think she is in awe over the fact.

She presses harder, shifting so her legs are slightly farther apart.

“Fuck, Luna, just so you know, my dick is so fucking hard right now, but I want you to know that I don’t expect this to go farther than you want.”

“I’m not scared,” she says, letting her eyes fall closed.

Our fingers continue to rock against her, and she begins to let out little moans. “God, that feels so good, Carson.”

“It feels good for me too,” I tell her.

Her hand slows our rhythm, and I wonder if I should have kept quiet. But then I notice her middle finger and mine are starting to drift. When we press my fingertip inside of her, I groan out loud, but it doesn’t frighten her. She smiles.

Her hips begin to grind against my palm, and little by little she works both of our fingers inside her.

“Fuck,” she whispers.

“It’s not hurting you, is it?”

“No,” she says, her voice airy and light but heated. She slips her finger out and then urges a second one of mine inside and then she releases my hand altogether.

She wraps her arms around my neck.

“Are you sure?”

“I’m sure.”

I walk her backward against the shower wall, and then I tease her in all of the ways I know work best.

“Carson, fuck, oh god.”

She hugs me tight against her and then comes all over my hand.

I do not allow myself the same pleasure.

I will not come until I’m sure she’s ready for that.

But I don’t stop there. I make her come several more times. And when she’s relaxed and limp in my arms, I clean her … with her permission, and then I put her in our bed.

She stares at me as I walk around the room in a towel, grabbing her a bottle of water from our mini fridge.

When I crawl into bed and hand it to her, she smiles and sits up. “I want to try something else.”

“Ah, I’ve created a monster,” I tease, leaning in and giving her a kiss.