38. Carter

Chapter 38

Carter

“ C ome here, you.”?

I don’t give her time to respond, instead pulling her body against mine. I crush my mouth against her full lips. She moans into my mouth, the sound vibrating through me from head to toe. My arms slide from around her neck to grip her hips, rolling them into my own. Lara grins against my lips when my hard length rubs against her core.

My lips don’t leave hers as I turn us around. We step in unison until the backs of Lara’s knees collide with my bed, buckling beneath her. I take her weight in my arms and gently lay her down on the mattress, continuing my assault on her mouth as our bodies collide.

The hem of Lara’s blouse is between my fingers. There’s only one thing I want more than to rip it from her body right now, and that’s to continue teasing her. The whimpers, moans and sighs she elicits are intoxicating in a way I’ve never experienced. Rather than pulling it straight over her head, I drag my fingers up her torso an inch at a time. The hem trails along her skin, and I bring my lips to trace the same route my hands take.

I’m rewarded with a strangled moan. Breaking contact, I look up to see Lara’s head thrown backwards and the back of her hand pressed against her mouth, muffling the sounds that have burnt into my mind.

Well, that won’t do.

Releasing her blouse, I reach up and grip her wrist, pulling her hand from her mouth and planting it next to her face.

“Don’t let me see this hand covering your mouth again, do you understand? In fact, I don’t want to see anything covering your mouth except my own hand. I want to hear every little noise you make.”

Lara’s pupils dilate as she watches me, motionless. The racing pulse in her wrist tells me she’s as aroused by this as I am. Her tongue darts out and licks her lips as she gives one distinct nod.?

“Don’t get shy on me now, love. Use your words. Or has the cat got your tongue?”

My trousers grow impossibly tight against my cock as Lara bucks her hips against me. “The only thing that’ll muffle my moans will be your dick down my throat or your hand around my neck.”?

Her words undo something within me, and all I see is red. The red in her flushed cheeks. The red blood thumping through her veins. The red in her lip where she bit it moments ago. The red lace peeking out through her undone trousers.

The burgundy blouse is over her head and on the floor within seconds, and my attention diverts to her waistband. My fingers move with expert speed, and Lara’s trousers join her blouse on the floor before she can take a breath.

Taking a moment to soak up the sight beneath me, my breath catches in my throat. This . This is what it means to truly have your breath taken away. She’s an absolute vision, but that’s obvious to anyone who sees her. She’s breathtaking in the sense that she continues to open up to me—emotionally and physically—despite claiming to not want to. It’s in the way she matches my every move and the way she makes me want to do better, be better. There are so many things I want to say when I look at her, but I remain silent. Some things are better left unsaid. For now.

The lingerie Lara adorns is without a doubt the hottest I’ve ever seen. She’s heavenly, the most alluring woman I will ever meet. If I had the photographic memory I’d always wished for during Law School, I’d happily give all the knowledge up if it meant I could keep an image of this forever.?

My wandering gaze returns to Lara’s face, and I find hers trained on me. Her eyes are soft, and there’s something about the smile she’s giving me. That smile would have me gladly doing anything she asked of me without a second thought.?

“Doesn’t your outfit look excellent strewn across my floor?”

“It looks a little lonely though.” Lara lifts her foot and points a manicured toe toward my chest. “Your turn.”

I lean forward to place a kiss on her lips, missing her taste the second I pull away. Kneeling over her almost naked body, I thread a finger beneath the knot of my tie. Lara’s nostrils flare as she fixates on the way my hand pulls side to side, loosening the tie. She abruptly slides her elbows beneath her, desire burning in her gaze. I shuffle back, allowing her to swing her legs beneath her so we’re knee to knee. Her fingers fumble with how quickly she’s trying to undo the buttons of my shirt. I can’t help but laugh.

“Need a hand?”

“Not from you, slowpoke.”

“Slowpoke?” I tease, watching Lara struggle with the final button. “We’ll see if you still think that when I’m fucking you senseless in about 60 seconds.”

Lara’s fingers briefly slip from the button, and I know I’ve won this round. Her gentle hands glide over my shoulders, taking my shirt with them and depositing it atop the pile of her own clothes. She looks at me expectantly. “Up, please. You’re still wearing far too many clothes.”

Giving Lara a smirk, I climb off the bed and stand in front of her, gesturing to my trouser waistband. “Be my guest.”

The triumphant look on Lara’s face has my heart thudding. I wrap my hands in her hair, running them through the strands and delicately along her scalp. A small moan slips from her lips. She makes fast work of removing my trousers, tossing them on the floor.

“Your outfit looks even better on the floor as well, don’t you think?” I gently pull her back by the hair and see her eyes twinkling.?

“My floor and our clothes; a match made in heaven.”

Something flickers behind Lara’s eyes, the way it always does when I say something that pushes the ‘just sex’ boundary I’m so eager to tear down with each passing day.

“I think your 60 seconds are up; time to put those words into action.” Lara flops down onto the mattress, batting her eyelashes at me. Climbing onto the bed, I lean across Lara and dive a hand into my bedside table.

“You’ll have to wait a few more seconds, unless you’d like to bear the heir to the firm?” Lara’s eyes go wide, and she stares, unblinking.?“You can breathe, love, it was a joke.”

I rip open the foil packet, ready to roll the condom on when Lara reaches up and slaps me on the thigh. For someone so small, she certainly packs a punch.?

“Not funny.”

“I disagree, I thought it was quite hilarious.” My movements halt when I glance down at Lara, lying there in that delectable red set. “As much as I love you in this, and believe me when I say love , you’re still entirely too covered.”

Lara raises her hips from the mattress in response. When I continue to watch her, she huffs. “Well, go on. They aren’t going to remove themselves.”

With a swift tug, her underwear is removed. Lara’s eyes lock onto mine, mischief glittering beneath the surface. I lean forward and place a kiss on each breast through the lace, weaving my arms beneath her to unclasp the bra. The moment it releases, she lets out a small breath, and I discard it with the rest of our clothing.

“Much better,” I muse.

Condom securely on, I spread Lara’s knees and position myself between them. Fuck, the view from here is spectacular, and there’s no denying it’ll play on repeat in my mind for weeks to come. Not that Lara ever really leaves my mind.?

Soft blonde waves spill across my pillow, framing Lara in a sort of halo. Her small breasts rise and fall with her breathing, peaked nipples taunting me. When she bites her bottom lip and looks up at me from beneath hooded lids, I can’t hold out any longer.?

Lara pulls her lower lip between her teeth as I prop each of her ankles on my shoulders. I hold her gaze, aligning my throbbing dick with her glistening pussy. She’s so wet, it’s making me delirious. The scent of her arousal fills the air; I can almost taste it on my tongue.

I take a deep breath in, trying to steady the pulse pounding in my ears at the sight of Lara spread before me and notch the tip of my cock at her entrance. Inch by inch, I slide into her. Her gasps fill the surrounding space as I slide in deeper, trying my damndest to hold back. I’m focusing on my breathing as I slide in and out a few times, but Lara’s voice breaks my concentration.

“I still have all of my senses, Mr Lawrence.”

Have I mentioned this woman will be the death of me??

“What have I told you about calling me Mr Lawrence?” I trace a finger along Lara’s collarbone, slowly, my touch featherlight. I continue the path down the centre of her chest before moving toward one of her breasts. Tracing delicate circles around her peaked nipple but refusing to touch it is sure to teach her a lesson. If the way her body writhes beneath my touch is anything to go by, it’s beginning to drive her crazy after only a few circles. I’ve pulled out almost completely, leaving only the tip notched in her entrance.

“If you continue to call me that outside the workplace, you might find yourself bent over the boardroom table, wrists bound in one of the ties you like to comment on. Tell me, Miss Matthews, would you be quite so mouthy then?”

My hands find their way to Lara’s waist and grip her, hard. Using her body as leverage, I drive into her with force, stopping only when my hips collide with her round arse. Lara moans in response, encouraging me. I repeat the motion, but rather than stopping when we connect, I pull out and slam back into her. Fucking her like this, in my bed, is unmatched.?

With each thrust, Lara’s legs slowly slide off my shoulders. I’m relentless. Even as her legs fall to my sides, I don’t stop, continuing to pump into her. Releasing her waist from my right hand, I glide it along the plain of her stomach, stopping only millimetres from her core. The pounding of my hips doesn’t stop as I straighten up, my left hand holding Lara’s waist tight enough to bruise.?

I look down at Lara’s pussy, stretched around my cock, and I salivate at the sight. Without a second thought, I spit on her clit. My thumb finds the swollen nub, and Lara sucks in a breath when I begin rubbing circles over it and spreading the moisture.