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“One.”
Carlos grinned wickedly at me and resumed pumping his fingers in and out of me. The smoldering burn built again. There was no part of me that didn't tingle, and though I'd just come, I wanted to again. He removed his fingers, and I whimpered. I forgot about that when his tongue swept a path from the intimate place between my ass cheeks to my center, detouring for a quick dip inside before continuing its journey to my clit.
I dug my fingers into his hair, and my ass clenched. He'd gotten too personal, yet it wasn't entirely bad. I kind of wanted him to repeat the same path to see how it was without the initial shock. “Again please,” I heard myself say, apparently not as scandalized as I’d thought.
He complied, and this time, as I watched his head move between my legs, I relaxed, enjoying the feel. He'd gotten close to a forbidden place, enough to make me curious about something I'd never dreamed of doing. With Carlos, I couldn't rule it out.
He lapped at my center and then pushed those tantalizing fingers back inside. “I could stay right here and let you come all over my face until I die,” he rasped.
“You're so dirty,” I said, but a salacious smile tugged at the corner of my mouth.
“Says the woman who just asked me to lick from her asshole to her cunt.” His eyes sparkled with the accusation. I groaned. His mouth was going to kill me. “I fucking love it. The things I'm going to do to you, Beauty.”
He licked around my clit, and I exploded again. It wasn't that I'd repressed my adventurous side. I just hadn't known it existed the last time I'd had sex. Now that I'd had a taste, I wanted more. It felt so good to let go, to be me, even though I wasn't completely sure who that was. I only knew what I felt was a part of me I didn't want to hide. Not from him.
“Two,” he taunted, chin shining from my wetness. His tongue flicked across his lower lip, and I seized around his fingers in an aftershock. “You can give me one more.”
The only time I'd come twice in one day was when I masturbated in the morning and at bedtime. Never back to back. Three? It wasn't happening.
“Touch your tits,” he instructed, and my mouth fell open. He gave me a stern warning with his eyes. One hand plowed in his thick hair, unwilling to give up touching him, while my other went to my breast, tentatively squeezing. “That's not how you did it when you fucked yourself while thinking about me.”
How did he know?I pinched, my back arching as a spark jolted straight to my center.
“That's better.” The look in his eyes was smoldering, and my insides coiled tight from the heat. “Show me.” He untangled my fingers from his hair and placed them just above my clit. “I want to see you make yourself come.”
I slid my hand lower. Two of his fingers were still inside. “That wouldn't count asyoudoing it.”
Abruptly, his touch was gone. “I've already made you come without even being in the same room.”
I couldn't deny it, so I replaced his fingers with mine, sliding them through my slick folds and into the wet heat of my body, the relief not near as potent as his touch. “How do you know that?”
“Because when I jacked off to the thought of your pretty mouth wrapped around my dick, I came so hard I couldn't stand without support from the wall.”
“Oh,” I rasped, working vigorously on my swollen bundle of nerves as I stroked my G-spot.
“How hard did you come, Beauty? Did you think about my mouth on you? Or was I inside you?” The tightening that always spread across my hips when I was close began. “Was I pounding into that tight cunt, or was it so slow, you thought you'd die if I didn't move faster?”
My eyelids closed. “Open your eyes. I want to see you while I make you come.”
I bumped closer to the edge. “Carlos.”
“You thought about me fucking you hard, didn't you? Because I don't think you've ever had anyone fuck you the way you need to be.”
I tensed, and the orgasm sprang free, shooting all the way to my toes, where they curled in my shoes. I trembled with aftershocks, still working to draw out the sensation.
Finally, I slumped in the seat, panting, blissfully exhausted, and it wasn't even eight a.m. He circled a wrist with his hand, lifting my fingers to my lips. “Suck.” It was like he'd watched me touch myself before and knew my routine. “You love how you taste.”
I burned as I swirled my tongue around his finger. We were having a sex fling. Why not unleash all my fantasies and desires?
“I love it too.”
Carlos straightened my skirt, smoothing it back into place, and moved to my side again. He leaned over and nipped my earlobe. “Three.”
The car came to a stop, and in a few seconds, the door opened on my side. “What about you?” I glanced at the distinct bulge in his slacks.
He brushed my cheek with his thumb. “Watching you has been my pleasure.” I felt a little guilty I'd had all the fun. “But I appreciate that you're worried about me, Beauty.”
“I don't want this to be one-sided,” I breathed, the cold January wind sweeping into the car.
