She took a drink, then climbed over his lap to lay the water down. “I’ll say. Now let’s get on to part two.”
She straddled him, and his cock rushed to take notice. And when she cupped his face and kissed him, he really liked that, loved the softness of her mouth, the way she brushed her lips back and forth over his. And when she playfully nipped at his lower lip, he grabbed her and planted a deep kiss on her that told her exactly how much he enjoyed what she was doing.
She pulled back and looked at him. “It turns me on when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make that sound. Like a growl, only it’s deep in your throat.”
“I wasn’t even aware I made a sound.”
“You definitely make a sound. It’s . . . animalistic.”
He cocked a brow. “Really. If it turns you on, I’ll try to do it again.”
She laughed, then pulled him toward her again for another kiss. Though he had no idea what type of animal sounds he made, he sure as hell liked kissing her, liked the way she kissed him. And she sure brought out the animal in him. He grasped her hips and moved her over him, sliding her pussy over his shaft. He went from semi- to full-hard in seconds.
“Condoms are in the nightstand,” he said.
She gave him a wry smile. “I like a man who’s prepared.”
“Always.”
She leaned over and opened the drawer, giving him a great view of her ass, which he couldn’t help but smooth his hands over.
Carolina pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper, then slid the condom over his cock.
“I like your hands on me, Lina.”
This time, she didn’t complain at his use of her nickname. Instead, she gave him a hot look that shredded him, and lifted, fitting his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He watched his shaft disappear inside her and let out a low groan as her body squeezed him, surrounding him with her heat.
It was the best damn feeling.
She arched her back and gave him a view of where they were connected, and then she rocked back and forth, riding him. He gripped her hips and gave them both the rhythm they needed.
“You feel good inside me, Drew.”
The last time had never been like this. She’d been a virgin and tentative, a little bit scared. She hadn’t talked much, and he’d probably talked too much, trying to reassure her. He had been careful and slow so he wouldn’t hurt her. They’d both fumbled a little, and yeah, it had been hot and enjoyable, but nothing like this all-out, bodies-connected free-for-all.
Carolina had been a young girl then, enjoying her first time. He’d tried to make it good for her, but he’d known it wouldn’t be all that great.
Now, she was a woman, fully taking charge of her pleasure, controlling how she wanted it. She was beautiful like this, and as her pussy pulsed over his cock, he realized what he’d missed by walking away from her all those years ago.
Though he hadn’t been ready for her—for any woman—back then.
Now, he was more than ready to take her on, to show her he was man enough to give her what she needed.
He reached between them and found her clit. She let out a moan when he coated his fingers with her juices and swept them over the hard nub, heightening the sensation for her.
“Yes, touch me,” she said, lifting, then coming down on him, using her muscles to grind against him. He rolled over her clit and drove into her, and her eyes widened.