Sweet Carolina(38)

Caro moaned and squirmed beneath his ministrations. He touched, he tasted, he worshipped, and then he wedged his shoulders between her thighs and feasted.

No nectar on earth was sweeter than his Carolina, and she was his. He'd denied it enough, postponing his claim of her far too long.

Mine.

Her throaty moans, her fingers against his scalp drove him on. Her pleasure became his goal in life. Her thighs pillowed his face. Her scent, her taste became a part of him. She was close, he could feel the tension building as his tongue stroked inside her. He needed her climax more than he needed his own, and he was beyond desperate.

Timing was something he understood. He waited, assessed, calculated. He was in the driver's seat – evaluating every sound, every motion from her writhing body in order to coax optimum performance from her. He used all his senses to know when she needed him to throttle up, and in that instant, he plunged two fingers deep inside her and clamped his teeth over her clit while his tongue flicked over the captured nub. She shattered, her body convulsing in a jagged rhythm in tempo with his heartbeat. Liquid heat bathed his face and hand. His head spun as he absorbed her climax into his psyche. Nothing would ever be better than this, he thought.

She curled into him, sated and smiling. He held her in a gentle, yet firm, embrace until her breathing calmed. Her skin was satin beneath his fingers as he learned the curve of her back, the swell of her hips and her sweet ass. All this was his, but he needed more. He needed all of her.

“Caro,” he said as he felt her smile against his chest. His cock twitched against her stomach.

“Mmm,” she murmured. She pressed a kiss to his heated skin. Flames licked at his insides.

“We're not through,” he said.

Her hand on his stomach slipped lower. His body tensed in anticipation. Her fingers found his erection, closing around him like a velvet vise. Air swooshed from his lungs and he bucked, sucking in a ragged breath. “Sweet Jesus, Carolina.” He called on every bit of restraint to allow her to explore. It was the least he could do before he claimed her final prize. “You're killing me, sweetheart.”

She rolled away from him, keeping his cock prisoner to her inquisitive hand so all he could do was roll with her until she was beneath him, guiding his cock to her entrance. Her heat called to him. He craved it more than he'd ever craved anything in his life. In a moment of sanity, he braked. “Protection.” His voice sounded like gravel.

“Hurry,” she said.

Dell leaned over, stretching to reach the drawer in the nightstand, keeping her pinned beneath his hips while praying he'd find a condom in there. Track bunnies weren't his style, but he'd been desperate a time or two. But never like this. Never to the point where death looked better than the prospect of having to stop now. He silently cursed as he ran his fingers across the bottom of the drawer and came up empty.

Hell.

“Well, shit.” He scrambled off her to sit on the edge of the bed. He jerked the drawer completely out of its mounting and began tossing random things to the floor.

“No fire suit?” she asked.

“I won't take no for an answer. There has to be one in here somewhere.” One lonely foil package caught his eye and he breathed a shaky sigh of relief. “Thank God.”

Caro's sweet smile and the sparkle in her eyes told him she was as relieved as he. He suited up and slid between her welcoming thighs.

“Are you sure, Carolina?”

Her hips rose and fell. “Yes, I'm sure.”

He held himself above her on his forearms, cradling her face in his hands. His thumbs stroked her cheekbones, now flushed with desire. Her earlier humor was gone, replaced by a tender invitation. “I can't wait any longer, Carolina.”

“Don't,” she whispered.

He claimed her mouth and her core in tandem.

Heaven.

She was hot and tight, and so damned wet he almost lost it. He nudged deeper and she let out a startled gasp. He used the opportunity to thrust his tongue past her lips, doing with it what he couldn't risk doing with his cock. Not yet. He would not go off like a teenager with his first girl. He wanted to make this last – forever.

Caro returned his kiss, sucking his tongue, dueling and moaning low in her throat. Finally, he could take no more. He jerked his mouth from hers. “Oh fuck!”

He moved, pulling out and plunging back in. Hard. Fast. Finesse and rhythm were beyond him. Nothing had ever felt this good, this right, this perfect. “Oh God, Carolina,” he clenched his jaw and rose above her, his hands braced either side of her shoulders. He dared to look at her. Her breasts bounced with each thrust. Her lips were swollen and wet from his kisses. In the back of his mind, he registered her legs anchored around his hips, her fingernails clinging to his back. And in her eyes, he saw a love he didn't deserve.