Page 147 of Carson

“I’m being serious.”

“Well, why don’t you drink up? I don’t want you getting dehydrated on me.”

She does as she’s told, but the entire time, she’s being naughty. Somehow the blanket has slipped below her breasts.

“Luna,” I warn.

“What?” she says innocently.

“I don’t want to push this too far.”

“I want to push it all … the … way,” she leans into me and whispers in my ear. “I promise you, Carson, I’m feeling quite a bit right now, but none of it is fear.”

I grab her face in my hands, taking her at her word.

But I’ll still be watching her closely.

“Do you want me to make love to you, Luna?” I whisper back, pulling her onto my lap.

“I do.”

She rubs herself against my length and closes her eyes, savoring every inch of me as I glide over her already sensitive clit.

I kiss her deeply, and she moans into my mouth. It makes my dick twitch against her, and she smiles against my lips. She does it again, dragging the same reaction out of me.

This seems to spur her on, and before I register what is happening, she is slowly lowering herself onto my cock.

It is the best feeling in the entire world. I groan loudly, grabbing her around the waist and holding myself fully seated inside of her. “You feel so good,” I tell her, gauging her comfort level before we continue.

“You feel so big,” she half-chuckles, wincing a bit.

“We can st …”

“No!” she cuts me off abruptly and then more softly, “No. I’m okay.”

“You’re sure?”

“Positive.” Her muscles tighten around me to make her point.

“Oh, fuck, I don’t have a condom on.”

“Do we need one?” she asks.

“Well, we probably should have talked about this before now.” I laugh, still a bit surprised that we are even in this position. “But I am okay without it if you are.”

“You know there’s a chance I could get pregnant.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“I know there’s a risk. I don’t want to stop.” Luna begins to rock against me and then she rises to her knees, lifting herself as far as she can before lowering herself all the way down.

I fall back against the pillows, and she places her hands on my chest.

Her rhythm is enough that I’m struggling to hold on. “Fuck, Luna, I’m sorry, but I’m going to come.”

She stops, and for a minute, I think I’ve scared her. I open my eyes and then she moves again. This time slower, building me up again.

“Oh god,” I rasp.