Kara glares up at me, furious and aroused, and the combination is so fucking beautiful. I peel her shorts past her hips and knees. She lifts her ass to help me, never breaking eye contact. When the fabric is gone, she lies beneath me in nothing but matching lace panties, breathing hard, thighs parted, the tiny triangle already wet through.
“Take them off,” she says. It is not a request.
I hook my fingers beneath the waistband and pull slowly, watching her squirm. Before the lace clears her ankles, I lower my mouth between her legs. She tastes of salt, heat, and something that lights every nerve in my body. She jerks beneath me, fingers knotting in my hair and dragging me closer with enough force to make my head spin.
I stroke her clit with my tongue, slow at first, then suck gently until her thighs tense around me. When I pull back, her green eyes are fixed on mine.
“I want to slow this down,” I tell her. “I want to taste every inch of you.”
She catches my wrist and squeezes. “Then feast.”
I do. I take her with my hands, my mouth, my tongue, slow and selfish. I draw it out, savoring every tightening muscle, every broken breath. Her belly flexes beneath my palm. Her thighs clamp around my head, then tremble when I press them open again. Her clit is swollen and close when I lift my mouth once more.
“You are fucking delicious, Kara. I could stay here for hours.”
Her eyes widen. Then her head falls back, and both hands fist in the bedding.
I return to her clit and slide one finger inside her, curling it as my tongue moves faster with more force. Her orgasm hits sharp and sudden. Her whole body bows off the mattress, thighs locking around my head. For one suspended second she does not breathe. Then she collapses, trembling, my name breaking apart on her lips.
I crawl over her, the need to be inside her so fierce I cannot remember ever wanting anything this much.
Kara wraps her hand around my cock and looks up at me. “My turn.”
She pushes against my chest until I lie back beside her. She raises her body and settles between my thighs. Her wet heat brushes my leg while I reach behind her and unhook her bra. Her breasts spill free, full and beautiful, and I barely have time to wonder how I have neglected them before her mouth closes around my cock.
She takes me slowly at first, tongue circling the head before she slides lower. Heat closes around me, and the world goeswhite at the edges. One hand wraps the base while the other steadies her against my thigh. She works me with a confidence that steals every coherent thought from my head.
Her nipples brush my skin as she moves. I lift my head and take in the sight of her, the lush curve of her ass rising and falling with every stroke of her mouth.
“I want all of you, Kara. Not just tonight. Do you hear me? Not just this.”
She pauses and lifts her gaze to mine. For a second, neither of us moves.
“Then do not make me regret believing you,” she says softly.
“Never.”
She pauses and looks at me with my cock still in her mouth, but says nothing. Her eyes, though, say it all. Kara wants that too.
Despite feeling how much I want to fuck her now, I lie back and let her have her way with me. She makes a low, hungry sound and I lose the battle instantly. The feeling is too much, too good. I want to last, but I want to come in her mouth. I want to feel her swallow and moan around me, to know that the pleasure is hers as much as mine. I hold out as long as I can, but she works every inch of me with heat and hunger, pausing only to look up and watch my face twist. I know what she’s doing. She wants to see me break. She wants to see if she can. I give her that—fuck, I want to give her that—fuck, I want to give her everything.
I come in her mouth, hard and full, and she takes it all, swallowing without hesitation, her lips still wrapped around me. She doesn’t let go until my body stops shaking, until I am raw and open, and then she grins, licking her lips.
I pull her up to my face and kiss her, slow and deep. I want her to know there’s nothing about her that could ever displease me — not the hunger, not the need.
“I want to explore every part of you, Kara. We’re not done, right?”
“Cole, it was hard for me not to be selfish. I loved getting you off like that, but I wanted you inside me so bad.”
“Good.” I turn her beneath me. “Because I want your ass in my hands and your breasts in my mouth before I give you exactly that.”
Kara kisses me as I cup her bottom. She is soft and generous and so goddamn warm. I knead the lush curves while she straddles my hips, her breasts swinging over my mouth. I draw one nipple deep, rolling it with my tongue, and she shudders as she rides my thigh for friction.
Her hands knot in my hair. When I graze a nipple with my teeth, she yelps and bucks against me, her wet heat slicking my skin.
I’m hard again before I can think again. I roll her under me, gathering her wrists in one hand, and position myself at her entrance. She’s slick and open, and I want to force my way in, but I don’t. Instead, I rub the head of my cock against her, up and down, until she’s sliding it against her clit.
I lean back on my knees and put my thumb on her clit with two fingers inside of her. She moves on the bed as if I had tuned it to her exact frequency. She writhes, moans, and then I can’t keep myself out of her any longer. I guide my cock into her, slow, savoring the stretch and slide, the impossible heat of her.
