Chapter 74 A NIGHT WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ 3
A NIGHT WITH MY BEST FRIEND'S FIANCÉ 3
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I felt a surge of need as Carson lips pressed against mine, and I knew I wanted more. I broke the kiss for a moment, looking into his eyes. Without saying a word, I took his hand and guided towards the guest room. My heart was pounding with anticipation.
Once we were inside, I closed the door behind us, locking it with a decisive click. The room was dimly lit, but the atmosphere was charged. I turned to Carson, my breath catching as I took in the intensity of his gaze.
I walked over to the bed and pushed him gently but firmly onto it. He fell back onto the mattress, looking up at me with a mixture of desire and curiosity. I climbed on top of him, straddling his hips and resumed kissing him with urgency.
My hands roamed over his chest our kiss deepend. I started undoing the buttons of his shirt, one by one, with trembling fingers. Each button that came undone revealed more of his skin, and I couldn't help but explore it with my hands.
Carson's hands moved to the zipper of my dress, and he slowly pulled it down. I felt the cold air against my back as the dress fell open. He helped slide it off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor beside the bed.
As my dress was removed, I pressed my body closer to his, savoring the heat and closeness between us. His hands roamed my back and down my sides, I did the same, tracing his chest and shoulders, feeling the contours of his body.
We continued to kiss passionately, our movements became more urgent as we explored each other. The intensity of our connection was undeniable, and everything else seemed to fade away.
I felt his hands move on to my back, and before I could react, he unhooked my bra with a practiced motion. The straps slid down my arms, and he gently tossed the bra aside, his hand immediately finding my bare skin.
I responded by pulling the hem of his tank top, trying to get it off. As I managed to lift it over his head, he took the opportunity to flip us over, his movements confident and decisive. Now, he was on top, pinning me beneath him.
His hands roamed over my breasts, his touch firm and exploring. I gasped at the sensation, my body arching slightly under his touch. His fingers gripped and kneaded, his touch sending waves of pleasure through me. I could feel his dominance in every move, heightening the intensity of the moment.
Despite the urgency, there was a tenderness in his actions as well. He continued to kiss me passionately, his hands never straying far from my body, exploring and enjoying the closeness we were sharing.
He shifted his position slightly, pulling back just enough to focus on his attention on my breasts. He lowered his head and latched onto my nipple with his lips, sucking hungrily. The sensation was immediate and intense, and I couldn't suppress the moan that escaped my lips.
"Oh Carson," I gasped, arching my back slightly as his mouth moved with a mix of urgency and desire. I could feel his tongue swirling against my skin, sending shivers through me. The pleasure was overwhelming, and I gripped the bed sheets tightly, trying to steady myself.
He continued to suck and tease, his hands still roaming over my body, occasionally coming up to caress and squeeze my other breast. His touch was relentless, driving me wild with need. Each flick of his tongue and pull of his lips sent waved of pleasure radiating through me.
I couldn't help but vocalise my pleasure, my breaths coming in short, shaky bursts. "That feels... So good" I whimpered, my voice barely above a whisper with the intensity of my feleings.
He responded by increasing his rhythm, sucking harder and with more fervor. The sensations were almost too much to handle, and I could feel my body reacting to every move he made.
Carson slowly released my nipple, giving it a final, gentle tug with his lips before moving to the other side. I could feel warmth of his breath as he hovered over my breast, teasing me with the anticipation. Then, without warning, he latched on, his mouth closing over my other nipple with the same hungry intensity.
I let out a deep, satisfied moan as he sucked and swirled his tongue, the sensation sending shockwaves through my body. My hands instinctively found their way to his hair, fingers tangling in the strands as I tried to pull him closer, urging him to continue.
"Oh my God," my voice trembled with pleasure, "Don't stopp... Please don't stop."
He didn't. His mouth worked over my sensitive skin, sucking and teasing with a deliberate rhythm that drove me wild. I could feel the wet heat of his tongue tracing circles around my nipple, then pulling it between his lips with a gentle pressure that made me shudder.
His hands continued to explore, one hand cupping my breast he was lavishing attention on, while the other slid down my side, fingers tracing the curve of my waist. Each touch was electric, amplifying the molten in me.
As his mouth continued its relentless assault, a dull ache spread from between my thighs, slow, burning and unable to ignore. My breath came in short gasps, my body arching against him, desperate for more of his touch.
"Carson," I whispered, my voice raw wit desi
re. "You're driving me insane... I need you."