Larissa's POV
The sound of his name escaped my lips as Carson moved to my other breast, lavishing it with the same devoted attention. His touch sent electric currents through my entire body.
His hand traveled down across the flat of my stomach, fingers finding the edge of my underwear and pushing the fabric aside. When he slipped one finger inside me, I gasped at the intimate contact.
"Christ, you're soaked," he murmured against my heated skin. "I need to be inside this tight pussy so badly."
A second finger joined the first, creating a rhythm that made my hips buck against his hand. His thumb found my most sensitive spot, applying pressure that had me seeing stars. The sensation was building to something overwhelming, a storm gathering in my core.
"I need to taste you," he declared, sinking to his knees before me. He tugged my panties down my legs, guiding me as I stepped free of them. His hands parted my thighs with gentle but insistent pressure.
