She did, engulfing him inch by slow inch into the warm cavern of her mouth. Watching his shaft disappear between her lips made his balls quiver, made him want to shove into her, hard. He had to exercise all the patience he had and let her take the lead, which was damned difficult, because he was primed and ready to go off as soon as she’d put her mouth on him.
But this sensation was too sweet, the visual too erotic to let go of just yet, so he leaned back and watched as she took him deep, then slowly rose up, his cock wet from her mouth. She rolled her tongue over the tip, then licked the length of him, all the way down to his balls.
“Christ,” he said, his voice gone hoarse as she wrapped her hand around him and stroked him, then fed him into her mouth again, tightening her mouth around him, squeezing him as she sucked him. He jammed his heels into the mattress to hold on, gritting his teeth as she used her hands and her mouth to give him the greatest pleasure.
Sweat broke on the back of his neck and he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold on.
“Carolina, I’m going to come.” It was the only warning he was going to be able to give her, because he was pumping into her mouth just as the first spurts of come burst from him.
She didn’t flinch, just went down deeper on him. He let go, thrusting hard into her waiting mouth. She held on to his cock as he groaned and came, releasing everything he had into her mouth. It was the most beautiful thing to watch her throat work to swallow. He tightened his grip on her hair and held her there while he emptied.
Spent, he fell back against the pillows while Carolina licked and kissed his cock, then climbed back up to lay against him. He was out of breath for a few minutes and couldn’t even speak, so he wrapped his arm around her and held her.
“Wow,” was all he could manage.
“You’re welcome.”
His lips curved and he tipped her chin up to brush his lips across hers. He grabbed their waters from the nightstand so they could both take a drink. “For a warm-up, that was pretty good.”
She took a drink, then climbed over his lap to lay the water down. “I’ll say. Now let’s get on to part two.”
She straddled him, and his cock rushed to take notice. And when she cupped his face and kissed him, he really liked that, loved the softness of her mouth, the way she brushed her lips back and forth over his. And when she playfully nipped at his lower lip, he grabbed her and planted a deep kiss on her that told her exactly how much he enjoyed what she was doing.
She pulled back and looked at him. “It turns me on when you do that.”
“Do what?”
“Make that sound. Like a growl, only it’s deep in your throat.”
“I wasn’t even aware I made a sound.”
“You definitely make a sound. It’s . . . animalistic.”
He cocked a brow. “Really. If it turns you on, I’ll try to do it again.”
She laughed, then pulled him toward her again for another kiss. Though he had no idea what type of animal sounds he made, he sure as hell liked kissing her, liked the way she kissed him. And she sure brought out the animal in him. He grasped her hips and moved her over him, sliding her pussy over his shaft. He went from semi- to full-hard in seconds.
“Condoms are in the nightstand,” he said.
She gave him a wry smile. “I like a man who’s prepared.”
“Always.”
She leaned over and opened the drawer, giving him a great view of her ass, which he couldn’t help but smooth his hands over.
Carolina pulled out a condom and tore open the wrapper, then slid the condom over his cock.
“I like your hands on me, Lina.”
This time, she didn’t complain at his use of her nickname. Instead, she gave him a hot look that shredded him, and lifted, fitting his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He watched his shaft disappear inside her and let out a low groan as her body squeezed him, surrounding him with her heat.
It was the best damn feeling.
She arched her back and gave him a view of where they were connected, and then she rocked back and forth, riding him. He gripped her hips and gave them both the rhythm they needed.
“You feel good inside me, Drew.”
The last time had never been like this. She’d been a virgin and tentative, a little bit scared. She hadn’t talked much, and he’d probably talked too much, trying to reassure her. He had been careful and slow so he wouldn’t hurt her. They’d both fumbled a little, and yeah, it had been hot and enjoyable, but nothing like this all-out, bodies-connected free-for-all.
Carolina had been a young girl then, enjoying her first time. He’d tried to make it good for her, but he’d known it wouldn’t be all that great.
Now, she was a woman, fully taking charge of her pleasure, controlling how she wanted it. She was beautiful like this, and as her pussy pulsed over his cock, he realized what he’d missed by walking away from her all those years ago.
Though he hadn’t been ready for her—for any woman—back then.
Now, he was more than ready to take her on, to show her he was man enough to give her what she needed.
He reached between them and found her clit. She let out a moan when he coated his fingers with her juices and swept them over the hard nub, heightening the sensation for her.
“Yes, touch me,” she said, lifting, then coming down on him, using her muscles to grind against him. He rolled over her clit and drove into her, and her eyes widened.
“Like that?” he asked.
“You’re going to make me come.”
“Yeah,” he said, then held on to her, pumping hard into her, giving her the friction and the thrusts she needed to climax.
And when she did, when she threw her head back and let go with a long moan, he did, too, releasing as she tightened around him.
She fell forward, shuddering against him while he wrapped his arms around her and pumped his release into her.
Their bodies were slick with sweat, Carolina breathing hard against his chest. He stroked her back as they both came down from that amazing high.
It had been good. More than good. Better than he’d anticipated. And now he was wrecked and exhausted. So was she, apparently, because she made no move to climb off him.
He rolled her to her side and went into the bathroom for a minute, then came back and pulled the covers over them both and turned off the light.
“Tired?” he asked.
“Mmm,” was all she said as she snuggled against him.
He smiled, wrapped his arms around her and closed his eyes.
He woke in a daze, the sunlight streaming in through the half-open blinds in his bedroom. For a few seconds he felt disoriented, until he remembered last night.
And then he smiled.
He’d really conked out after he and Carolina had sex. She’d exhausted him, and herself, too.
His mouth was dry. Really dry. He reached over for the water on his nightstand and took a couple long gulps before rolling over.
“Lina. You want a—”
She wasn’t there. Huh. He threw off the covers and went into the bathroom. Not there, either.
Her clothes were gone, too. Maybe she’d gone into the kitchen to make coffee.
Coffee sounded like such a good idea right now. He climbed into his jeans and went into the kitchen.
Not there.
She was gone. She’d left his apartment without saying a word.
She’d left him.
Just like he’d left her that night in college after they’d slept together.
He shook his head, dragged his fingers through his hair and leaned against the kitchen counter.
Well, that felt shitty.
And now he knew how Carolina had felt. He leaned against the kitchen counter, shaking his head and smiling at the thought of the payback she’d given him.