The clothes had to go. He wanted to see her body react to his touch without the barrier. He wanted to touch her with nothing between them. Skin on skin. He gripped the silk blouse and yanked the seams apart. The sound of rending cloth filled his ears and sent his senses into overload. Some unnamed inner compulsion to claim all of her sliced through him. Before he could think about what he was doing, the urge to possess took hold and he tore the blouse to shreds, throwing the pieces aside like rags.
His hands shook as he gave her flirty little skirt the same treatment. The soft material fell apart without a fight. The scrap of lace that was her bra proved just as easy to rip from her torso and finally she lay bare before him. Blood rushed in his ears. His groin throbbed with savage lust but he wanted all of her. He brushed the tips of his fingers over her breasts, circled the taut peaks but didn’t touch them. She moaned at the light caress—vibrated beneath his skin. Her body twisted to follow his hand and a groan gurgled in her throat when he took his touch away.
Saxon had never wanted to dominate a woman as much as he did Carly. His demands had never been this strong but he wanted to control her. Own her. She triggered more than wants, she set a whole new level of hunger free with her openness. The depth of his feelings scared him, whether he feared how far he’d go or that she’d deny him he wasn’t sure but he knew the next few minutes would change the course of his life.
He eased her over until she lay on her back. His hands on her knees, Saxon spread her legs wide. Her musky scent rose to surround him and he breathed deep, took her inside him. The neatly trimmed hair at the apex of her thighs glistened with her juices, inviting him to touch—to taste. He crawled between her legs, stretched out on his stomach to get a closer look at what was his.
Propped on his elbows with his shoulders holding her thighs apart, he blew a stream of air over her plump pink folds. Her back arched, her hips lifted off the floor and her thighs squeezed his arms. With a thumb on either side of her nether lips he separated them and exposed the swollen clit and weeping channel hiding inside. Her scent grew stronger and he inhaled deeply again to take more of her in. Damn she smelled good. His mouth watered, longing for a taste of her juicy cream. His cock jerked against his belly, fully erect once more.
He flattened his tongue and laved her slit. From bottom to top, he lapped at her. The salty tang of her cream burst across his taste buds, enticed him to devour all she offered. He licked and suckled, sipped the nectar that flowed from her. With the pointed tip of his tongue, he probed inside, dove in as far as he could. Carly shuddered beneath his lips and her sheath clamped tight against his invasion. More fluid gushed from her as she trembled violently with the orgasm she held off.
Tension vibrated every inch of her. She went stiff, arched up into his mouth and a sob quivered on her lips. He withdrew his tongue from her clenching body and blew a stream of air on her clit. The button popped free of its hooded protection and he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at the same time he drove two fingers inside her. She screamed. He lost his rhythm as she thrashed about—on the edge of climaxing.
He let her go, pulled his fingers almost all the way out. She wailed in desperation and put her legs around his shoulders, tried to force him back down. Looking up, his gaze collided with hers. Raw hunger stared back at him. Her lips moved and it took a second for her plea to reach him over the pounding of his heart and rasping of their breaths.
“Please…”
“Now.” The growl burst from his soul as he swooped down and attacked her engorged flesh again.
He used three fingers this time, plunged them deep and curled them to hit her sweet spot. His open mouth sucked her clit inside and he flicked his tongue on the bundle of nerves with fast, firm strokes. She exploded beneath him. Moisture covered his hand and her muscles convulsed, grasping his fingers in a painful vice. The shriek that flew from her chest was airless, barely a sound but the pitch piercing to his ears.
She turned to liquid under him. Going limp, she melted into the floor. Her arms and legs flopped wide and her chest barely lifted with each shallow breath. Thoroughly spent, she lay there—her cheeks flushed with arousal and exertion, her nipples taut and rosy red and her sex plump and glistening with her wetness. She was the picture of sex if ever he’d seen one. He pushed to his knees and admired her.