Private Paradise(42)
“Please.” His voice was tortured. “I told you I was lying, it was all bullshit. I loved every second of being with you, you were so damned good at making me come, still so good―”
His words stuck in his throat as Carla finally had mercy on him and took him in her mouth. She moaned her own satisfaction as she opened her mouth wide, her lips stretching over the thick head of his cock, her tongue circling the smooth slick head.
The taste of him, all salt and musk, and something, uniquely, deeply Sam, went straight to her core. It brought with it a rush of memories of pleasures shared over cool desert nights that were too short to satisfy the desires blazing hot and wild through their young, needy bodies.
As she sucked him deep into her throat she was brought back to that place, where nothing existed but the two of them together, her sole purpose in that moment to give the man she loved pleasure. Where nothing mattered but Sam.
Chapter 10
Sam had to close his eyes against the mindblowing sight of Carla's plump, pink mouth sliding up and down his cock before it hurled him over the edge. But the image was seared into his brain. Her dark hair pushed to one side to spill down her back so he could see her face, her dark lashes resting against her smooth cheek. The thick column of his cock disappearing into her mouth only to reappear, slick and wet from her loving.
And closing his eyes only made him more aware of how fucking good it felt, the hot suction of her mouth, firm pumps of her small but strong fist around his shaft, the wet lash of her tongue circling the head.
Sam wanted to come so bad his balls ached from restraint and he felt another spurt of come erupt from the tip. Still he held back, clenching his teeth as he struggled for his fast fading control. He never wanted this to end, the feel of Carla's mouth sucking him, her sweet hands caressing him, her own little sounds of pleasure humming in her throat as she drove him insane.
Christ, she was so good. Despite the horrible things he'd said to her, Carla DeLuca had given him hands down the best head he'd ever had. Sam hadn't forgotten that. But his fevered memories couldn't do justice to the real thing.
It wasn't just the way she used her lips, tongue, and hands to pleasure him. Though Carla had been an eager student, had paid close attention to the way Sam liked to be licked, sucked, stroked.
And, Jesus, he thought as she took him deep in her throat and fluttered her tongue against the underside of his cock, she hadn't forgotten a damn thing.
But what got him, then as well as now, was her passion, the unconscious sounds of pleasure that came from her throat while she went down on him. Like she was taking almost as much pleasure from the act as he was. Like she wasn't just pleasuring him.
She was loving him.
That had been true once, and God what he wouldn't give, he realized as a flash of clarity pierced through his sexual haze, for it to be true once again.
Sam felt his balls cinch up tighter, felt the muscles of his thighs tense with his impending orgasm. He could feel it, pounding through his veins, rippling through his cells. He threw his head back, ready to to surrender.
Only to nearly choke in frustration as Carla abruptly pulled her mouth away. His chest heaving, every sinew taut, he opened his eyes and nearly came at the sight of her. Kneeling between his parted legs, her dark eyes glittering hotly, her mouth red and swollen and pulled into a naughty half smile. His cock rose up like the Empire State Building, bobbing and straining toward her lips.
He didn't even realize she had something in her hand until the cold, wet, trickle hit his stomach. Sam looked down, saw the river of white ice cream course down the line bisecting his stomach. He held his breath in anticipation as she leaned forward, leading with that perfect pink tongue to lap up the ice cream.
His muscles jerked as she licked him, and though her mouth wasn't anywhere near where he needed it, as she leaned closer he could feel the soft brush of her tits against his cock. Groaning, he reached down to cup her, teasing her nipples with his thumbs while she teased him to the brink of insanity.
She reached for the cup again and poured the rest of the melting ice cream over the head of his cock. Sam hissed as the cold liquid hit. Carla ran her tongue up and down his shaft, licking him with relish as she captured every last drop.
“Mmm, ice cream and Sam. This could be addictive.” She smiled, slanting her gaze up to meet his as her tongue drew a slow, deliberate circle around the head of his cock. “But nothing,” she said, and gave him another lick, “could ever taste as good as your come in my mouth.”
Her lips closed over him, sucked him hard and that was all it took. Sam came with a shout, jerking and bucking as he pulsed into her mouth. Carla took him deep, pumping him with her hand as she sucked him dry.