“You could try that tongue trick on other parts.”
“There’s an idea.” She leaned forward and kissed him, intending it to be a quick preamble to the main event. Whatever salacious half-formed idea she’d be assembling disappeared in the wet warm pleasure of his mouth. Time for naughty thoughts later. Kissing Noah was too good a time to skimp over.
Somehow when the series of dizzying kisses ended, they were lying side by side. Her hoodie was open and her cami had been pushed up to expose her breasts. He dipped his head to lick one stiff peak. “Delicious,” he murmured.
She located that belt buckle for the second time and unhooked it. He sucked in a breath to make it easier for her to lower his zipper. She plunged her hands inside the open vee of denim and into his shorts, then circled her hand around to his rear. The fine hair on his ass tickled her palms, but she was on a mission. The firm hard curves of his masculine cheeks filled her hands as she pushed jeans and shorts down his hips to expose her prize. He lifted a little to help her, but as the fabric bunched at his thighs he said against her ear, “We might want to stay mostly intact. In case we need to make a quick getaway.
“Really?” Carly hadn’t thought a second past getting her hands on his johnson.
He laughed as he rolled her onto her back and moved over her. “We push clothing up and down but not off. Okay?”
Since she was holding the hot swollen object of her search in both hands, Carly could only smile in agreement. “What about tongue tricks?”
He immediately rolled off her, bringing her over on top this time. She didn’t waste time with niceties. The thought that they might get interrupted, though there was not a sound in the night beyond Harley’s snuffling around in the dark, made her move with urgent intent. She half sat up and leaned over him, hands directing his erection at the best angle for her mouth.
She licked him once, twice, and a third time before he whispered, “Damn.”
Feeling every bit of pride at the power she held over him in that moment, she settled in for long sweeps of her tongue that left him wet and glistening.
His hand slid through her hair, fingers clutching her curls, holding her in place. “If I die here tonight, it’s your fault.”
She laughed and took him in her mouth, stretching to encompass as much of him as she could without choking. It didn’t last long. She felt him tensing, his hand flexing tighter and tighter in her hair until finally he was pulling her off. “Wait. Wait. I want…”
She knew exactly what he wanted. She wanted it, too. It was making her weak with need, and oh so hot she could barely think.
He eased her back into his arms, breathing harshly. “That was … wild.”
She smiled, tucking her head against his shoulder. “I never liked that much before. But with you…”
“Damn, Carly. Just when I think…” His arms tightened around her until she thought she wouldn’t be able to breathe. “That makes this night pretty damned perfect. Best ever.”
She smiled against the warm skin of his neck. “You haven’t come yet.”
“Oh, I will. Just—” He was sucking in air like it was about to be a scarce commodity. He needed just a little more control, just enough to make it all the way.
After a moment, he unbuttoned her jeans and shimmied them and her panties down her legs. And then his fingers were splayed over her lower belly, moving lower until they delved into her cleft. His touch was sure, certain, finding all the places, catching every possible rhythm of pleasure until she was shivering uncontrollably.
With deft moves, he put on a condom then rolled over and entered her. Not moving yet, he just staring at her with a secret smile. “You’re so wet.” His voice was hushed. “So smooth and silky.”
He pressed his forehead into her neck as his lips sucked her collarbone. She stuck her tongue into the shell of his ear. As she did so she felt his cock twitch within her and knew he would not lie still for long.
Still, she was curious. “Is it good for you?”
He chuckled, the vibrations tickling her neck. “You’re asking the man you’re holding between your sweet thighs the wrong question.”
“What’s the right question?”
“That would be, what’s your pleasure, darlin’? Fast? Or slow?” He bucked his hips into hers for emphasis.
Carly smiled. “As Tina Turner would say, first do it easy, then do it rough.”