Every kiss, every taste inched closer to her nipple and her body went rigid in anticipation. Then his mouth enclosed the hardened tip.
Wet. Hot. His tongue flicking, his mouth sucking. Her head fell back and she groaned as each determined suck sent chills racing down her body.
Carolyn was so lost in the way he worshipped her br**sts that she didn’t notice his hand had slid down the center of her torso until he was stroking her there. Right there.
“You like that.”
“Yes.”
“I can tell,” he murmured against the side of her breast. “Your panties are getting wet.” He nipped her breast with his teeth and stroked her faster. “Time to take them off.”
She froze.
“Trust me, sugar, you want this.” He captured her mouth in one of those kisses that made her mind fuzzy as his hand slipped inside her panties, his finger connecting with her bare flesh. “Take them off.”
She tugged her underwear down, even while his finger kept up that long glide on her slit.
Carson broke the kiss to whisper, “Sit on the edge of the bed.”
Somehow she managed it, despite the throbbing between her legs and her head floating in the clouds. She closed her eyes and started to lie back on the mattress but Carson’s grip on her wrist stopped her.
“Huh-uh. I want you to watch.”
Carolyn opened her eyes and immediately snapped out of the passion-filled stupor. Her gaze moved over him. He was still fully dressed. Was he going to strip for her? “Watch what?”
Carson dropped to his knees, right between hers. His hands landed on her thighs and he pushed them wider apart, his focus completely on her sex.
She felt her entire body turn the color of a ripe tomato as he stared at her there. Stared and made a growling noise as his fingers inched forward.
What was he doing? Her mouth went so dry she couldn’t form a question.
Then those blue blue eyes hooked hers, sending a blast of heat through her. “Watch me put my mouth on you.”
Wait. What?
Then Carson bent his head, moving closer and closer…surely he didn’t mean to…? And a bolt of electricity shot through her at the first touch of his tongue.
The second and third licks were delicate, but no less powerful. She held herself stiff, waiting—hoping—for more.
“So goddamn sweet,” he said roughly, but his lips were gentle as he brushed his mouth over the blonde curls at the top of her sex. He kept muttering.
“What?”
Again he looked at her. She blushed, thinking about the intimate position they were in. “Ever had a man’s mouth down here?”
She shook her head. But something compelled her to say, “I didn’t know that—this—was part of it. Of sex. I just thought it was…you know. What happened last night.”
That surprised him. Then he grinned. “I love that you don’t know nothin’ about this and I’m the first to taste this sweet pu**y.”
Before she wanted to close her eyes; now she couldn’t look away when he lowered his head.
He curled the tip of his tongue where the split in her sex started at the top of her pubic bone. He wiggled his tongue side to side, so it would hit that good spot and then he’d move it away. She wanted to force him to stay there and keep doing that flicking thing until the ache abated.
“That’s my favorite spot, but I love it here, where all your sweet juice gathers.” He swirled his tongue around her opening, keeping his eyes locked on hers. Then he plunged his tongue into her, like he’d plunged his hardness into her last night. He closed his eyes and groaned softly, his face lost in bliss as he tongued her deeply.
With each plunge and lick she felt the changes in her body. Getting wetter. Swelling and yet softening. Her thighs were quivering. Her spine tingled from the nape of her neck to her tailbone. She wanted that pulsing rush. “Carson.”
He eased back, letting his hot breath wash over her tender tissues, and his tongue darted out to trace her inner folds. “Do you want me to make you come?”
“Yes.”
“After that…you know we ain’t done.” He placed a soft kiss on the insides of her thighs. “I’m thinkin’ I ain’t ever gonna be done with you.”
Before she could ask him what he meant, he fastened his mouth around that hot spot and began to suck.
Then he’d flutter his tongue over the swollen nub, pause and return to sucking.
Carolyn couldn’t keep her eyes open. She threw her head back. She couldn’t stop the pleading noises from coming out of her mouth. When he brought her to the edge of release and then backed off, she grabbed hold of his head, her fingers gripping his hair, holding him exactly where she needed him. “Don’t move. Don’t stop. Please.”
And he didn’t. The intensity of her climax…she’d never experienced anything like it. She cried out his name, she pulled his hair, she thrashed against the mattress and when he finally brought her down, she had the overwhelming urge to cry.
But Carson petted and stroked her. Planting sweet, soft, lingering kisses on her quaking legs and kissing the insides of her wrists. That’s when she realized she still had a strong grip on his hair. Her hands fell away. “Sorry.”
“Don’t be. I loved that you didn’t hold back even on your first time.” He kissed her fingertips. “That seems to be the norm with you sugar, and I like it. A lot.”
Carson stood. She noticed his hands shook as he began to unbutton his shirt.
He helped you get undressed; help him. Show him you want him.
Carolyn sat up and reached for his belt buckle.
“I got this,” he said, staying her hand.
“I want to.”
Uncertainty flickered in his eyes but he never missed a button. He tugged the arms free and the shirt fell to the floor.
By then Carolyn had already worked the belt buckle loose. She popped the button on the waistband of his jeans and noticed the zipper tab poked out. After she lowered the zipper to the base, she pulled apart the material and ran her fingers along the hard length.
He sucked in a swift breath.
So she did it again.
“Caro.”
“I want to see it.”
Immediately he bent over and shucked his pants and underwear. When he stood before her completely naked, her eyes widened. His manhood was bigger than she expected. Reddish purple at the tip. An angry-looking red. Veins stuck out clear to the base where it disappeared into thick black hair. She couldn’t take her eyes off it.