out at her in a rush of fear and self doubt,
even when she was the last person on earth he'd ever meant to
hurt.
He knew he was catching her in a moment of
weakness, her guard eroded by her fear and the storm.
He didn't care. A crack had finally appeared
in her armor, and he wasn't above taking advantage of the situation
to get her to break through the wall she'd built to keep him out.
He would use the undeniable chemistry between them to chip away at
her defenses until she broke down and gave him a chance to prove
that he'd grown into a man who was actually worthy of her love.
A brilliant plan, but only if he kept his own
raging desire under control. He bit back a groan as his dick
stroked against the smooth skin of her stomach, he backed away,
kissing his way down her neck, down her chest, pausing to suck and
lick her nipples. He groaned as he took her into his mouth again,
the sweet taste, the scent of her skin flooding his senses.
He continued down, wet, sucking kisses down
her stomach, sliding off the couch until he was kneeling in front
of it. He took her legs and scooted her until she sat upright
against the cushions. “Take off your bra,” he said, and as she
obeyed with trembling hands, he hooked his own shaking fingers in
the waistband of her panties.
He kept his eyes glued on her face as he
dragged the scrap of silk and lace down her smooth thighs and
calves. She was so damn beautiful, he thought, feeling that
familiar tightness in his throat he got every time he looked at
her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes
burning with need, her mouth plump and red from his kisses. With
her dark hair spilling in damp waves over her tanned shoulders and
full breasts she was like sex incarnate, a luscious fruit, ripe and
ready for the taking.
“ God you are so fucking beautiful you
make my chest hurt,” he murmured as he hooked first one, then her
other knee over his shoulders.
Talk about luscious... with her legs spread
to accommodate the span of his chest, she was totally exposed to
his gaze. He'd felt her, tasted her, dozens of times in the past,
but in all the times they'd messed around it had always been under
the cover of darkness.
Now, he felt his mouth water as he gazed at
the hot sweetness between Carla's thighs. Completely smooth except
for a neat patch of curls at the top of her slit. Pink, perfect,
glistening with the evidence of her need. Sam felt his balls pull
tight against his body as another surge of lust coursed through
him, and he suddenly felt like he might actually die if he went
another second without tasting her.
He parted her with a sweep of his thumbs and
took her into his mouth, the sweet, salty taste of her made the
blood roar in his brain as her soft, “ooh” of satisfaction went
straight to his core. “God, you taste even better than I remember,”
he murmured as he circled her clit with his tongue. Slow, firm
strokes, mixed in with soft sucks to get her going.
Sam remembered everything Carla liked.
He moved lower to dip his tongue inside,
groaning at the surge of moisture that bathed his tongue. “Remember
how embarrassed you were the first time I ever did this?” He'd
worked her three nights in a row, pleading, persuading, convincing
her that while getting her off with his fingers while he sucked her
tits got the job done, she wouldn't know the meaning of pleasure
until she let him go down on her.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, felt her
hips arch up to urge him deeper. “You were so nervous I could feel
your heartbeat against my tongue.” Another firm slide of his tongue
and Carla threaded her fingers through his hair.
He slid a finger inside, groaning at the way
the tight muscles clenched him hard. He slid another finger in,
feeling her stretch around him, felt a bead of precome bathe his
cock when he imagined how it was going to feel to have her stretch
around his thick length. He was dying to get inside her, but for
now he needed to focus on her, her pleasure,
even when she was the last person on earth he'd ever meant to
hurt.
He knew he was catching her in a moment of
weakness, her guard eroded by her fear and the storm.
He didn't care. A crack had finally appeared
in her armor, and he wasn't above taking advantage of the situation
to get her to break through the wall she'd built to keep him out.
He would use the undeniable chemistry between them to chip away at
her defenses until she broke down and gave him a chance to prove
that he'd grown into a man who was actually worthy of her love.
A brilliant plan, but only if he kept his own
raging desire under control. He bit back a groan as his dick
stroked against the smooth skin of her stomach, he backed away,
kissing his way down her neck, down her chest, pausing to suck and
lick her nipples. He groaned as he took her into his mouth again,
the sweet taste, the scent of her skin flooding his senses.
He continued down, wet, sucking kisses down
her stomach, sliding off the couch until he was kneeling in front
of it. He took her legs and scooted her until she sat upright
against the cushions. “Take off your bra,” he said, and as she
obeyed with trembling hands, he hooked his own shaking fingers in
the waistband of her panties.
He kept his eyes glued on her face as he
dragged the scrap of silk and lace down her smooth thighs and
calves. She was so damn beautiful, he thought, feeling that
familiar tightness in his throat he got every time he looked at
her.
Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes
burning with need, her mouth plump and red from his kisses. With
her dark hair spilling in damp waves over her tanned shoulders and
full breasts she was like sex incarnate, a luscious fruit, ripe and
ready for the taking.
“ God you are so fucking beautiful you
make my chest hurt,” he murmured as he hooked first one, then her
other knee over his shoulders.
Talk about luscious... with her legs spread
to accommodate the span of his chest, she was totally exposed to
his gaze. He'd felt her, tasted her, dozens of times in the past,
but in all the times they'd messed around it had always been under
the cover of darkness.
Now, he felt his mouth water as he gazed at
the hot sweetness between Carla's thighs. Completely smooth except
for a neat patch of curls at the top of her slit. Pink, perfect,
glistening with the evidence of her need. Sam felt his balls pull
tight against his body as another surge of lust coursed through
him, and he suddenly felt like he might actually die if he went
another second without tasting her.
He parted her with a sweep of his thumbs and
took her into his mouth, the sweet, salty taste of her made the
blood roar in his brain as her soft, “ooh” of satisfaction went
straight to his core. “God, you taste even better than I remember,”
he murmured as he circled her clit with his tongue. Slow, firm
strokes, mixed in with soft sucks to get her going.
Sam remembered everything Carla liked.
He moved lower to dip his tongue inside,
groaning at the surge of moisture that bathed his tongue. “Remember
how embarrassed you were the first time I ever did this?” He'd
worked her three nights in a row, pleading, persuading, convincing
her that while getting her off with his fingers while he sucked her
tits got the job done, she wouldn't know the meaning of pleasure
until she let him go down on her.
He sucked her clit into his mouth, felt her
hips arch up to urge him deeper. “You were so nervous I could feel
your heartbeat against my tongue.” Another firm slide of his tongue
and Carla threaded her fingers through his hair.
He slid a finger inside, groaning at the way
the tight muscles clenched him hard. He slid another finger in,
feeling her stretch around him, felt a bead of precome bathe his
cock when he imagined how it was going to feel to have her stretch
around his thick length. He was dying to get inside her, but for
now he needed to focus on her, her pleasure,