He reached out and skimmed the sides of her breasts with his fingers, bushing his thumbs back and forth until they stood at full attention. Then he leaned in and licked her, as she had done him.
He heard her little catch of breath each time his tongue passed over those pebbled buds. She reached up and tightened her hands into fists in his hair, holding him to her chest so that he could lick his fill.
He smiled as he nuzzled a breast. He was just getting started.
Just as quickly, his dick did a hard jerk, reminding him that it might have been too long for everything he was thinking.
One of her hands was at his belt while the other stroked hard along the length of his erection behind his jeans. As glorious as it felt, he made a grab to still her hand.
“Whoa, Carly.” He sucked in a breath, struggling for control. “It’s been a while. There’s a limit to what I can handle at the moment.”
She smiled at him, a womanly knowing in her expression as she again took his wrist. “In that case, we better get you some relief, so you can enjoy the rest of the evening.”
An evening in her company. If she had offered him anything in the world, at the moment it would have been that. An evening in her bed, in her.
She unfinished unbuckling his belt, unzipped him, and pushed his jeans off his hips. Then she plunged both hands into his shorts.
“Oh,” she whispered in flattering tones. And then her cool fingers were wrapping around him, tightening even as they began to slide back in forth in a rhythm that nearly brought him to climax within seconds.
He grabbed her wrist, a single word scraping out of his throat. “Please.”
Laughing in sympathy, she pulled him past the sofa and pushed him gently into a nearby chair. And then she straddled him.
Hands braced on his shoulders, she rocked her hips forward into him, pressed her warm wet core onto his erection. The sensation of her sex ready and weeping for him rocked his world to the foundation. And then she was kissing him again, slow deep kisses that melted into each other, until she felt him fiddling with his jeans.
She lifted her head, a question in her eyes.
“No glove. No love.” He jerked free a condom. As she slid back on his thighs, he quickly slipped it on.
When their eyes met, she was gazing at him with her head rocked to one side. “Ready to ride, cowboy?”
He grinned at her. “I’m just a city boy, ma’am, but I surely aim to please.” He took her by the waist and lifted her.
Understanding what he wanted, she reached down between them and grabbed his erection, aiming it so that when she settled again onto his lap he slid into her.
She gasped at the feeling of being filled. In fact, it took her a couple of breaths to adjust. Holding still for her was the hardest thing he’d ever done. And then she began to move. Using her feet she lifted up against him, her breasts pressing into his chest a moment before she dropped down on him, forcing him deeper and deeper with each stroke.
He let her manage the rhythm until he knew he was as deep as possible, and then his hands came up to clamp her waist, and he took over.
It was a hard fast ride. But she was with him all the way, stroke for stroke, rising up on tiptoe and allowing him to plunge her body down hard on his. The sensations were overwhelming, the rhythmic sound of their thighs slapping together, the liquid heat of her sex dampening his legs. She felt so right. More right than he had any right to expect. He was going to have to think about that. Later. Right now topping every other urge was the glorious sensation of pleasuring the woman in his arms.
“Oh baby. Carly. Damn. So good.”
He knew when she reached the peak. Her body went stiff as she called his name. She was gasping, bucking against him, her head thrown back. And then she erupted in little sweet cries as he felt her rippling orgasm clasp him tight.
He came quickly after her, a thick hot eruption so violent his balls ached.
For long moments there was only her harsh breathing and the endless roll of her second orgasm. And his voice thick and low saying her name over and over as he gathered her close.
He held her for a long time in the silence as she lay collapsed over him. He even rocked her a little as he brushed curls away from her face. Her eyes were shut, her mouth a little open, as if she had lost connection with the world.
He smiled to himself and kissed her nose. He’d been with plenty of women, but never one who came so easily, so effortlessly, and with such abandon.
Carly Harrington-Reese was something special. But then he’d known that from the moment he’d opened his eyes and saw her bending over him. His guardian angel. He just didn’t know what he was going to do about it.