slowly fucked her with his finger. “Good.” Carter reached into his pocket and pulled out a scrap of black lace. Leaning over her, he placed it over her eyes. “What are you doing?” Claire’s panicked voice made him chuckle. “Trust me, Claire. You’ll feel so much more if you can’t see what I’m doing.” “Okay,” she replied unsurely. She really hoped it was the right decision. She wanted nothing more than to experience sex for the first time with Carter. Once the lace was tied around her head, she felt Carter pull off the bed. She heard the rustle of clothing and a small part of her freaked out knowing he was getting undressed. Wanting something and knowing you were about to get it were two totally different things. Was she ready for this? “Mr. Davenport?” She called out. Claire was starting to talk herself out of this and needed him to reassure her. “Right here, little girl.” The moment his finger ran down the length of her body, all doubt fled from her mind. She felt the bed dip and soft hair brush her abdomen. Her muscles clenched in the most delicious way when she felt the first lash of his tongue against her soft folds. “Oh God,” she cried out, clenching the sheets to keep herself grounded. “You can call out to Him all you want, but no one can save you from what I have in mind.” Carter’s tongue worked back and forth over her clitoris as his fingers pumped at a maddening rhythm. Not being able to see, Claire felt the rest of her senses heightening. Each groan of appreciation from Carter as a fresh wave of wetness met his tongue was amplified. Every brush of his tongue felt stronger against her feverish skin. And the smell of her arousal filled her nose and added to her excitement. Delirious with pleasure, Claire screamed from the sensory overload. “Shhh.” Carter’s finger covered her mouth. “This is our secret.” He went back to eating her as if he were a starving man. Her muscles tensed and she knew she was going to come undone at any minute. “Come for me. Come like the good little girl you are,” Carter encouraged her. His finger crooked inside her, stroking a spot that immediately had her world exploding. “I’m coming!” She shouted as her body convulsed. Her legs locked around Carter’s head and her back bowed off the bed. Carter’s hands continued to pet her, dipping inside to stretch her wider. “I want to touch you.” Her voice trembled due to the orgasm still lingering in her body. “Next time.” He kissed the palm of her hand and pulled it over her head, pinning her to the bed with his hand on her wrist. He reached between them with his free hand and guided himself to her opening. She felt the tip of his cock rub against her, sending fresh jolts through her body. Claire ran her free hand up his back and into his hair. Carter grabbed it and pinned it with the other. “Whenever you touch me, I feel myself lose control. Even the simplest brush of your hand is too much. I need to be inside you.” His hips surged forward and he buried himself deep inside her. The pain was excruciating. “Fuck. I’m so sorry,” he whispered. “I was so worked up after tasting you. I should have taken my time.” He pulled the blindfold from her eyes and kissed the tears that slid down the side of her face. The longer he was inside her, the less discomfort she felt. The pain washed away and she had the overwhelming urge to move her hips. Carter took her cue and pulled out slowly before pushing inside even slower. “Better?” He kissed the tip of her nose and looked into her eyes. “Yes. I need you Mr. Davenport,” she pleaded with him. He was moving way too slow. He buried his head in the crook of her neck and she felt the sweet pant of his breath against her slickened skin. His hands gripped her wrists tightly as he fucked her harder. “So fucking tight,” he cursed. “You want me to come in you?” Oh God. She never knew dirty talk could