Sweet Jesus! He was so much hotter than she’d ever imagined he would be. So much more demanding and…knowledgeable.
Knowledgeable, oh, most certainly. Because when he pressed his lips to her, he didn’t hesitate or fumble like the few men she’d been with before. He didn’t lap or stab at her clit with the point of his tongue. Heavens no. He simply wrapped his lips around the distended bud, pressed the flat of his raspy tongue against her, and licked up and down. Slowly and gently at first. Then more forcefully.
Son of biscuit. She was going to come. If he’d only add a finger inside her to what he was already doing with his mouth, that is. She was close. So wonderfully, frustratingly close. And she had to fight herself not to beg him for more, not to beg him to lick harder, lick faster. Because it seemed like every time she asked him for more, he punished her—the most decadent, erotic punishment—by slowing everything down. And that was, like, the sexiest catch-22 ever, wasn’t it? Because that arrogant way he took control made her that much hotter, that much wetter, that much achier.
Holy Jeez! It was torture! Divine, sublime torture…
“Carlos,” she couldn’t stop his name from slipping from between her lips. “God, yes. That feels good.”
He hummed his approval against her, and the added stimulus had her bare toes curling. Then her breath caught in the back of her throat, her arms lifting of their own accord so she could bury her hands in the sleek, warm riot of his black hair, when he slid first one, then a second finger inside her. He pumped twice, stretching her intimate flesh until he seated his fingers to the last knuckles.
She gasped. The pleasure was so intense she lost track of time and place. She had no idea where she was, no clue how long his sexual assault went on, how many minutes had passed since he’d begun her…education. All she knew was, if he kept that up, it was going to be over soon. And while one part of her lamented that, another part of her—a much stronger part—yearned for it. She needed release so badly. She hurt so—
“Oh, God!” she cried. Because right at that moment he curled his fingers in a come-hither motion inside her, caressing some hidden patch of nerves she’d never known existed. And like the lightning that blazed through the paper-thin cracks of the hut, she exploded…
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Steady had never tasted anything as sweet as Abby’s release. Salty and sexy, her flavor was one hundred percent pure, healthy woman. As she bucked and heaved, her nails digging into his scalp, the prick of pain just added to his pleasure, making his dick pulse heavily. And he’d never heard anything sexier than his name on her lips. She said it over and over again as her inner walls clamped and released his fingers so forcefully they ground his knuckles together.
Continuing to stroke and lick, he drank her in. Her essence, her passion. He consumed her until his senses were overcome, his entire being overwhelmed. And as the last remnants of orgasm rolled through her, he was tempted to rip open his fly, grab the base of his dick, and thrust inside that fiery slick body of hers. Just stroke and rut and screw until his own climax burst from him.
But…that would come later. Because no matter how much he might be tempted to assuage the ache in his balls, the painful stretch of his dick, he had other fantasies to fulfill. Fantasies of showing Abby more of the things he’d learned. Fantasies of taking her up that mountain of pleasure again and holding her there. Making her beg him to let her take the leap.
When her inner muscles stopped spasming, he slowly, carefully slid his fingers from her. A growl rumbled through his chest when, at the last moment, her body clenched around the tips of his digits. As if her sex didn’t want him to go.
“Jesús Cristo, Abby,” he breathed, placing a kiss to the tiny, baby-soft patch of trimmed blond hair at the top of her sex, then moving to plant one on the inside of her silky thigh. He breathed deep the musky aroma of sexy, sated woman as the rain continued to pound on the roof, keeping them cocooned inside the dry safety of the hut. “You’re even hotter than I imagined.”
She didn’t answer him as he climbed up her body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along the way. One to her hip where her bone stretched her delicate skin tight. One to her cute oval belly button. One to her right breast that had her breath catching at the back of her throat. One to her left that had her moaning and fisting her hands tighter in his hair. And the last one he placed on her slack mouth.
Grinning against her lips, he reveled in his power over her, his ability to give her the kind of pleasure that left her dazed and disoriented. Then, holding himself above her, he watched her eyes slowly open. Her pupils were so dilated he could barely make out the misty green of her irises. Then the lovely, adorable, sexy woman caught her lower lip between her teeth and grinned.