Sweet Carolina(57)
She reached between them and clamped her hand around his aching dick. “I want you too, Dell.” She tugged once, twice and he closed his eyes to concentrate on breathing. “Make love to me.”
He sucked in a ragged breath as she released him and stepped back. Piece by piece, her clothes dropped to the floor at his feet until she stood naked before him – a masterpiece of soft female perfection. He reached a hand out to touch her and she took a step back. He tried to follow and nearly face-planted on the carpet as the jeans around his knees brought him up short.
She laughed – a wicked, seductive laugh. “You're wearing too many clothes, Dell.”
* * * *
He growled like a wild animal trapped and taunted. He grabbed a condom from his pocket and clamped the packet in his teeth as he fought his way out of his clothes. He'd never undressed so fast in his life. He ripped the packet open and sheathed himself, then he stalked her to the bed. It didn't matter his prey made no attempt to escape. She'd ignited something uncivilized inside him, something that clawed to get out.
Her legs bumped against the mattress and he closed the distance between them. He stood over her, drinking in her scent and the heat radiating off her body. She tilted her face up. Her gaze locked with his and there was no mistaking the look in her eyes. She wanted him as much as he wanted her.
He lifted a hand to the back of her head and grabbed a fistful of her hair in a hard grip. She gasped, but made no attempt to stop him when he jerked her forward. Her hard nipples speared his chest.
His other hand came up to cradle her jaw. He stroked his thumb over the corner of her lips. He tugged her mouth open and slipped his thumb inside, dragging her mouth roughly to the side. She swirled her tongue around the digit and he groaned at the erotic enticement. “I don't want to be gentle, Caro. I need you too much.” She nodded her understanding. His hand moved to her ass, squeezing and kneading. “I won't hurt you.”
“I know, Dell. I know.”
He searched her eyes for any trace of fear and saw only a hunger and desperation equal to his own.
“Mine,” he said. Then his lips were on hers. A moment later, she was under him, opening for him. He took her, fast and hard. She wrapped her legs around his hips and matched him thrust for thrust. His lips and hands explored, as did hers.
There was nothing gentle about the way they took from each other, but they gave in equal measure, and when Caro came, she took Dell with her into a world where there was no wrong, no censorship, no condemnation, only right. She led him through the darkness and showed him the light. He looked in her eyes and saw the thing he feared most in life, her love. He'd never be worthy of it, but buried inside her, his cock bathed in it, he was certain it was the only thing he'd ever need. He'd spent too many years trying to earn the love of a man who could never give it when he was alive, and sure wasn't going to give it from the grave.
None of it mattered now. Only Carolina mattered, and he'd do anything to earn the love he saw in her eyes.
“Carolina. My sweet, Carolina,” he whispered into the crook of her neck. Her arms encircled his shoulders as he poured himself inside her one wretched spasm at a time.
Caro held Dell in her arms as his cock jerked inside her. His hips pumped, grinding against her in the same jerky rhythm. She should be shocked at the way they'd come together, like two animals in heat. The only thing missing were the teeth and claws, and she couldn't be too sure about those.
Spent, Dell collapsed on top of her, instantly rolling to the side and dragging her with him.
“Jesus, Caro. I'm sorry.”
Beneath her palm, Dell's heart thumped a wild beat. “Don't be. I'm not.”
One roughened hand stroked the small of her back. “I should have taken more care. I wasn't thinking of your pleasure, only mine. I'm sorry.”
“Stop it, Dell,” she said. “I'm fine. Well, mostly fine.” She inched her hand across his chest to trace the flat disk around his nipple. He hissed and tightened his hold on her. “Not that it wasn't satisfying, it was. But it was awfully…quick.”
“Are you saying I crossed the finish line too fast?”
She continued to tease his nipple as she spoke. “No, what I'm saying is it was a short race. Maybe next time, instead of a drag race, we could try a Le Mans.”
“Some of those races go on for twenty-four hours,” Dell pointed out.
Caro raised up on an elbow and smiled. “I know.”
* * * *
He couldn't exactly call it a habit, but he and Warner spent their last few days off together, mostly drinking beer and watching old movies at Dell's house. Warner said his apartment was too small for two people, though why he hadn’t bought himself a house was beyond Dell's comprehension. As long as he kept showing up with cold beer, Dell didn't care.