Page 109 of Cara
She takes me in deep, this time with purpose.
I get half of her name out of my mouth before I’m there. She flinches at the initial burst of release, yet her lips remain drawn, using every tool at her disposal to spur more out of me. More pleasure, more come. She continues until I’m breathing her name repeatedly, trying and failing to soften my grip in her hair.
I’m wrecked.
The come down from that high is next to impossible.
My eyes roll to a close, wincing as she recovers her breath, pumping languidly. She holds my cock like she owns it, and she does. In sheer amazement, I shake my head, grinning down at her dazed smile and those flushed cheeks.
I dip my thumb onto her swollen lip. “You like hearing me beg?”
She hums, nipping the tip of my finger. “See for yourself.”
Stunning me, she pushes back, laying her palms flat on the blanket, sliding one leg open, then the other. Every muscle in my body locks up when she slides the dress over her hip slowly, exposing herself, touching the wet fabric clinging to her.
“Only you can make this happen.”
Those words alone, and I’m ready. Ready to take her onmyterms.
She looks relieved to relinquish the reins, melting into my grasp as I move over her, giving her no choice but to lie flat on her back, caging her in.
Her skin is hot to the touch, as if a fever blazes underneath. As if her veins are flooding with molten lava. I kiss her, seared by the same desperate chaos.
I loosen the halter top of her dress, sliding the fabric along her curves, marveling at how the flickering light casts shadows on her skin. Ice tumbles against the glass beside the blanket, gradually melting away, unable to compete with the flames. When my fingers dig out a cube, her eyes widen with disbelief, then anticipation.
As she tormented me, I’ll slowly savor her.
I’ll talk her through it.
“I’ve had four years to dream of you. This body.” A shiver runs through her as I press the cube against her throat, gliding the ice down to the dip between her breasts. “These breasts.”
“There’s really been no one else?”
“No one. I was content with dreaming if it wasn’t you.”
I watch her chest rise high and fall low, tracing her nipples in excruciatingly slow circles, stiff again when I catch as they peak, goosebumps scattering across her skin, illuminated by the light of the fire.
“Every night, it was this body I’d close my eyes to see.”
The melting ice sweeps across her skin as I drag it over her taut stomach, transfixed by the way the water streams down her sides, clinging to her as I plan to.
She inhales sharply when I bend my head to drink, trailing my tongue over the refreshing blend of water and whiskey. I kiss, suck, and bite my way up to her breasts, enveloping them with my hands with a soft squeeze.
Her nipple chills my searing tongue, causing her to cry out whenever my teeth graze the tender bud. Her body, it instinctively gravitates to my mouth.
I can’t get enough. I want more.
I want to evoke such pleasure from her that the sounds of her ecstasy will be etched in my mind forever.
It isn’t enough to bury my face between her legs, to coax her to a peak with my tongue. Even as she struggles to recover, her legs still trembling against my shoulders as I drink her in, feasting on the sweetness easing from her in the aftermath, I’m searching for another way to remind her of what this can be between us. How goddamn different it is from anything else in the world.
Beside a roaring fire, I draw her to me, hitching her leg over my hip until our bodies are pressed together. Her lips are moist against my chest as I support the back of her head, encircling her waist with my arm, guiding her down onto my cock slowly, wanting to savor every goddamn inch she gives me.
Her hands extended across my back, tracing its full width.
“Oh fuck. Oh fuck,” she says repeatedly as I stretch her.
Working my mouth over her shoulders to the base of her neck, pushing her hair off one of her shoulders, I grind against her, over and over, urged on by the small whimper she lets out every time I ease back in.
