“Oh yeah.” I groan out the words. “That feels so fucking good.”
She slides her mouth up and down my shaft, uses her tongue on the head, and hot sensation pours through me. My breathing goes harsh and my heart is a heavy pounding in my chest.
“Yeah… suck me… just like that…”
Tension builds painfully in my spine and my thighs tremble as pressure builds.
Ayla stands and wraps her arms around my neck. I replace her hand on my cock with my own, giving a couple of desperate strokes, then grab her ass in both hands, pulling her as high and tight against me as I can as I kiss her long and deep.
“Your make-up,” I say gently, running a thumb beneath one eye.
“Oh.” She blinks and takes a bottle from the shelf. She rubs suds between her fingers, then washes her face, eyes closed, and lets water stream over her to rinse. I take the bottle from her and do the same, but I run my soapy hands over her body, everywhere, the scent of musky amber hitting my nostrils and making my head spin.
She peers up at me with wet, spiky eyelashes and parted lips as I wash her, then rinse her.
“I want to fuck you so bad,” I growl. “But not here. In bed.”
“Yes. Please.”
I quickly scrub my own body and then we can’t get out and get dry fast enough, laughing as we kiss and towel off and stumble out to the bed. I push her down on the bed and come down over her, between her legs, my mouth at her sweet nipples, and I catch one between my lips and suck hard.
“Ohhh!”
I know the reaction I get from that. I know how much she loves that, how her body responds to that. I keep sucking, one nipple, then the other, plumping up her soft flesh to my mouth, playing with my fingers, too, until her hips are lifting and she’s writhing beneath me.
“Carson…”
“Mmm.” I’m not done. I lick lower, around her navel, then down to her pussy. She still has a patch of golden fluff there, but her pussy lips are bare and smooth. I lick over them, my hands pushing her thighs farther apart. “Christ. You taste amazing. I missed this.”
She lets out another long sigh.
I lick over her, into her leg creases, lower to her back entrance. She quivers and gasps and pushes against my mouth. “Easy. Patience.”
“Oh God.” Her fingers twist into my hair.
“Is this what you want?” I rub my tongue over her clit.
“Oh! Yes…”
“Such a sweet pussy.” I open my mouth on her and use my lips to suck so gently, then kiss her, then suck again. I draw back and use my fingertips to open her, studying her shiny pink flesh, the creamy center of her. My balls draw up tight against my body. “Christ, Ayla. So pretty here.”
With my index finger, I softly probe her opening, my mouth watering at the sight of her arousal. “I need to taste this.” I dip my head and lap at her with my tongue, long, slow strokes all the way up, all the way down, then delving the tip of my tongue as deep inside her as I can. Her taste makes me drunk. “Fuck. So sweet. I wanna make you come.”
“Uhhhh…”
She’s so wet now, my saliva mingling with her creamy fluid. I lick over her clit, making her shudder, and I do it again. And again. I want to worship her with my mouth.
Her soft sounds float around me.
I slide two fingers into her and crook them, remembering exactly where that spot is for her. She cries out and I move my tongue fast on her swollen clit, fingering her and licking her until her muted whimpers get louder and faster and her body tightens.
“Oh God!” Her hands are in my hair again, holding my face to her pussy as she arches and vibrates against my mouth, her inner muscles clamping on my fingers. Her head tosses on the pillow and I draw out her orgasm, sucking on her clit, then slowly licking it again as she calms.
“Fuck, I love making you come. I would do this all night long.”
My dick desperately needs inside her and I crawl up over her. Hands planted into the mattress, I kiss her mouth, then lick her taste again from her lips. She licks me back and I know she’s tasting herself and fuck, that’s hot.
I gaze down at her flushed face, a weird fizzy sensation filling my chest.
