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.
“Can I touch it?”
“As much as you want.”
She wrapped her fingers around the base. So hard. And hot. As she moved her hand up, she realized as hard as it was, the skin was also soft and smooth.
While Carolyn was touching him, Carson had his hand in her hair, pushing the damn strands away from her face, twisting tendrils around his finger.
“You’re so quiet,” he murmured.
“So are you.” She followed the edge of the head with her thumb. When she reached the front, he hissed and it jerked in her hand. “Is that a good spot?”
“Yeah.”
Okay. Now what?
His fingers were under her chin and he lifted her face up. “Talk to me. No time to be shy when your hand is on my dick.”