Larissa's POV
"That's enough," Carson commanded abruptly, lifting my body upward along his frame. "I need to be buried inside you when I reach my peak."
His hand searched through his abandoned clothing, retrieving a foil packet from within. My eyebrow lifted in amusement.
"Someone came well-prepared tonight."
"I'm always ready," he replied with confidence, tearing the wrapper with his teeth and sheathing himself with fluid motion.
I positioned myself above him, my thighs bracketing his hips as I hovered over his hardness.
His palms gripped my waist firmly, maintaining distance between us despite my desire to sink down.
"I need to hear exactly what you're craving," he growled, his tone commanding.
"I'm craving you deep inside me," I whispered, attempting to lower myself against his restraining hands.
His hold intensified, keeping me suspended. "More details."
My eyes flashed with defiance. "I want every inch of you filling me completely. Right now."
