Private Paradise (15 page)

An answering heat rushed through her, coupled
with a sense of relief. This she could do. Focus on the sex and
keep the emotions out of it. Keep them busy pleasuring each other
so there would be no more opportunity to bring up the past, how he
may or may not have felt about her then or feel about her now.

No opportunity for her to wallow in stupid
fantasies about what might have been or could still be when they
both knew damn well there was nothing for them beyond the walls of
this villa.

Keeping her gaze locked with his, she
withdrew the spoon slowly, deliberately from her mouth and licked
the bowl clean with a flick of her tongue.

His tongue came out to lick his own lips.

“
What are you staring at?” Carla asked,
her voice already husky with her growing need.

Sam's mouth pulled into that sexy, knowing
smile that had never failed to make her feel tight and achy inside.
“I think you know.”

Carla took another bite, sucking her spoon
with exaggerated relish, hiding her smile at the dark slashes of
color that appeared on Sam's cheekbones. She stole a glance down
the front of his body, her breath catching in her chest when she
saw the way his cock was already tenting out the front of his
shorts.

And they hadn't even touched each other
yet.

Despite his obvious arousal, Sam seemed
content to watch her. Like a big cat eyeing a gazelle, watching,
waiting for the right moment to pounce.

Every cell in her body tingled with awareness
and she felt her nipples pull tight under the robe. Between her
legs she was already damp, the pulse beat growing stronger with
every second he held her gaze.

Never breaking her stare, she put the cup of
ice cream down on the table and took another spoonful. As she sat
back, she gave a little shrug, enough to make one sleeve of her
robe slide down her shoulder, baring most of her breast to his
gaze.

She'd never teased a lover like this, flirted
and provoked, the aroused tension in the air growing thicker as she
waited for him to make his move. She'd never wanted to before.

But from the beginning Sam had tapped into
the naughty girl she'd never known existed inside her. Making her
want to experience the wicked pleasures his all too knowing eyes
promised. Making her wait in breathless anticipation as she
wondered what he'd do next.

The spoon in her hand tilted, and a dollop of
rapidly melting ice cream landed on the swell of her breast.

“
Oops,” she said, her left eyebrow
cocked, daring him.

Sam pushed himself up from his seat, his
wicked smile sending a shiver of anticipation through her. He bent
over her, the dark silk of his hair tickled her neck as he leaned
down and swirled his tongue against her skin, capturing every last
trace of ice cream.

He lifted his head. “Delicious.” His mouth
came down over hers, hot, hungry. His tongue thrust between her
lips, and she sucked him in as she felt the knot of desire between
her legs pull even tighter. She kept her mouth glued to his and
helped Sam push her robe the rest of the way off and toss it to the
floor.

She heard a faint clinking sound and then
gasped as cold liquid drizzled over her breasts. Carla arched her
back and squirmed as Sam bent his head to her, licking her clean as
he followed the rivulets of ice cream down the slopes of her
breasts, circling back to her nipples in a series of teasing licks
that pulled breathless, pleading sounds from her throat.

Finally, his lips closed tightly over one
nipple, pulling hard as his fingers gave the other a firm pinch.
“God I love your tits,” he murmured, his tone almost worshipful as
he alternated firm sucking with soft flicks of his tongue. He
reached for the spoon, painted each dark peak, pleasured her with
deep, hard pulls of his lips.

She cried out at the answering throb of her
sex. Clutching his shoulders, she parted her legs wide, arching
until she could rub herself against the hard ridge of his abs. The
delicious pressure wasn't enough, and as he continued to lick and
suck her nipples, her body tightened in a need so intense it
bordered on pain.

Her cries grew more frantic, her movements
jerky as she shifted under him, trying to find the right angle, the
right pressure, that would push her over the edge.

“
What's the matter, baby?” Sam's low
voice rumbled through her. “Your pussy feeling neglected?” he asked
with a soft chuckle and slid his hand down her stomach, his fingers
stopping just inches from the little patch of curls at the top of
her slit.

Carla moaned and arched her back, trying to
get those fingers to slide just another inch lower, knowing that
all it would take was one brush of her clit to send her flying over
the edge.

But Sam kept his hand there and reached for
cup of ice cream with the other. Carla cried out as cold liquid
poured over her mound, half expecting to hear a sizzle as it hit
her heated flesh. The soft drizzle of it on her clit was enough to
send the first throbbing pulse of orgasm through her core.

She watched, breathless as Sam bent his dark
head to her, his eyes glittering in the lamplight as they locked on
her face. He ran the flat of his tongue along the outside of her
lips, licking her clean, driving her insane as he stayed along the
edges of her sex, tonguing and sucking her swollen, sensitive flesh
but never hitting the exact spot where she so desperately needed
him.

Her body soaked with sweat, her sex drenched
with her need, Carla was about to beg when Sam finally gave her
what she needed. Two thick fingers slid inside her at the exact
moment his lips closed over her clit and gave it a hard pull.

Carla's fingers tangled in his hair as she
shot straight to the stratosphere, coming so hard she saw stars.
When she came back to herself, Sam's head was still between her
splayed legs, his mouth resting against the moist skin of her inner
thigh.

She shifted as though to sit up.

“
Where do you think you're going?” He
asked, his big hand clamping down against her inner
thigh.

“
Well, I came...” she said, her voice
trailing off in a rush of self-consciousness. She was as rusty with
naughty banter as she was with sexual teasing.

“
That doesn't mean I'm finished down
here, not by a long shot.”

There was no way she could come again any
time soon, not after the tremor that had just rocked her. “Sam, I
can't...” She tried again to shift away. His hand clamped tighter
on her leg and his mouth moved over the tendon where her inner
thigh connected to her pelvis.

She felt a slight pinch, barely got over the
shock of realization that he had just bitten her when pleasure
jolted through her, pulsing in her sex, traveling up to tingle in
the tips of her breasts.

Carla gave another surprised moan as he
continued to nibble, never imagining that a cord of connective
tissue she'd never given much thought to could be such an erogenous
zone. By the time Sam spread the lips of her sex apart and bent to
circle her clit with soft strokes of his tongue, Carla realized
there was a lot she didn't know about her body.

And a lot Sam did.

“
Your pussy tastes even sweeter without
the ice cream,” Sam murmured as she laid back and gave herself over
to the pleasure he was so determined to give her. “Sweet and juicy
as a perfectly ripe peach. I've been going crazy, craving the taste
of you. And now that I've had another taste, I'm never going to get
enough of you.”

His words made something pinch in her chest,
made it hard to remember that this was about sex, about the
pleasure he could give her, and wouldn't last a second past the
aftermath of the storm. But when he said things like that, made her
feel like he'd never wanted a woman more, when he licked and sucked
her pussy like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted,
she felt the hairline fractures in the wall around her heart crack
open a little wider.

Letting little pieces of herself seep out.
Making room for him to seep in.

His tongue slid down farther, thrusting
inside, licking, tasting all of her like he was starving for her.
Though she would have thought it impossible, she felt her body
tighten in anticipation of another orgasm, throbbing and aching
with such intensity it danced on the edge of pain.

Her moans grew louder, more frantic as she
strained for release.

“
That's it baby,” Sam murmured and
moved his mouth higher so he could suck on her clit. She gasped,
arching as he slid one, then two thick fingers inside her,
thrusting and twisting in rhythm with his tongue. “Come for me,” he
said. “I'll never get enough of you coming in my mouth.”

She had no choice but to obey his command,
her body shaking and jerking as she came. As another wave crashed
over her he pushed himself up and kissed her, muffling her frantic
whimpers.

With his fingers buried deep and his thumb a
firm pressure on her throbbing clit, the pleasure went on and on.
Carla threaded shaky fingers through his hair and licked and sucked
at his mouth, the taste of him mixed with that of her own desire
calling to some primitive place inside her. Unbelievably, she felt
another peak crashing over her, pulsing heavily out from her core,
her body contracting with such force she couldn't even cry out, her
head thrashing against the cushions as her mouth opened wide on a
silent scream.

She collapsed back, her body twitching as she
felt Sam pull his hand away from her swollen, over-sensitized sex.
He curled himself around her, rained soft, soothing kisses over her
cheeks and lips as the currents of pleasure slowed enough for her
to breathe again.

As awareness crept in she realized that while
she had all but melted in a puddle of satisfaction, Sam was tense
against her, his muscled body radiating heat. She could smell his
need on his skin, could hear it in the tightness of his breath. He
still had his shorts on, but she could feel his cock, hard and
insistent against her hip, hot as a brand even through the
fabric.

Carla licked inside his mouth, tasting his
groan as she slid her hand from where it rested along his ribcage
over to his stomach. He sucked in a breath, his abs contracting
against her fingers as she moved them lower, tracing the line of
silky hair until it found the button at the waistband of his
shorts.

Carla's mouth didn't leave his as she
unfastened his shorts and tugged the zipper down. Her hand delved
inside and she gasped in delight at the undeniably familiar feel of
Sam filling her hand. Hot, silky skin stretched tight over the
thick column of granite hard flesh. She stroked him root to tip,
taking his measure, remembering the hot thrill that had shaken her
the first time she'd touched him, marveling at the heat and size,
so thick her fingers barely met when they closed around him.

Back then, she'd been so nervous and
inexperienced, had no idea how to touch him and give him pleasure.
But she'd been an eager student, paid close attention the way he
liked to be touched, and had learned quickly how to stroke and pet
him, how to use her hands and later her mouth to push him over the
edge until he exploded with the force of his need.

To test her memory, she slid her fist down
and squeezed him hard at the base, keeping firm pressure as she
moved up the shaft, pausing at the top to swirl her thumb around
the broad, swollen head. She was rewarded by Sam's groan and the
way his hips thrust heavily into her hand, by the thick drop of
precome that beaded on the tip.

Carla spread it all over him, using it to
smooth her way for the slow, steady pump of her fist.

Sam's throat arched back, his face tight with
pleasure as he shifted his position to give her better access. “Let
me go get a condom,” he said, his voice so tight the words seemed
ripped from his chest. “I'm not going to last.”

Carla ignored him, her gaze locked on the way
his cock looked, so long and thick gripped in her small hand. She
could feel his pulse throb in the vein that traced along the side,
and he seemed to swell even bigger as another drop of pearly fluid
appeared on the tip.

Her mouth watered with the need to taste him,
and without thinking, she bent her head down and captured it with
the tip of her tongue.

They both jerked at once, he in pleasure, she
in shock. She hadn't wanted to go down on a lover in years. Not
since Sam had devastated her with his cruel assessment of her oral
sex skills. From then on she'd made it clear to the men that
followed that blow jobs were not in her repertoire. They could beg
and plead and call her a prude, but she'd stood firm, claiming it
was something she hated doing.

But the truth was, she'd loved doing it to
Sam. Loved the salty, musky taste of his skin, loved the way his
cock stretched her lips and pressed against the back of her throat.
Loved the way he swelled and throbbed against her tongue, the way
his body went perfectly still the second before he came, shooting
his come into her mouth as she sucked down every last drop.

Loved knowing that even though he was older
and so much more experienced than she was, she could still make him
crazy with need, make him come so hard he would roar at the night
sky as the pleasure shuddered through him.

With one cruel blow, he'd taken that primal,
wholly female satisfaction away.

And, she realized now, as she lay next to him
on the cramped couch, his cock throbbing in her hand as her mouth
hovered just inches away, she'd never really gotten it back.

Until now. As he arched and shifted
helplessly against her, Carla knew that no matter what happened
after, she would leave this villa knowing that she had the power to
rock Sam's world.