Big Man for Christmas - Penny Wylder Page 0,38
any part of her than nothing at all. “And I’m not going to waste another minute on anything else.”
I switch off the stove burner and kiss her. She tastes like cinnamon and sugar—the glaze that she was making for the carrots. Carley kisses me back. It’s not a reflex, but a choice. She wants this too.
The music that’s playing slows down and there’s a love song playing like the universe knows exactly what’s happening and has given us the perfect soundtrack for it.
I slip one hand up under her shirt and let the other roam down over her ass. As long as I live, I’ll never get enough of her curves. They fit perfectly in my hands, and the softness under my fingers makes me hard.
Holding her against me, I capture her mouth. I draw her tongue out and brush it against mine, savoring the taste of her and the way we dance with each other. This time we undress each other, not bothering to be slow. We’re moving without a destination, naked in the living room. Together, we make it to the couch, and I fall onto it and bring her down with me, arranging her to straddle my lap. She fits me against her and sinks down, biting her lip as she stifles her moan.
I cradle her face in my hands. “I don’t think so. Don’t hide from me. Not after today. I know that you can scream, and I want to hear you. Let it out, Carley.”
Her mouth falls open as she begins to move, the moans coming from her low and throaty and so damn sexy I get even harder inside her.
Carley’s pussy feels so good, gripping me and slipping against my skin. My hands are on her hips. Pulling her down and making her rock deeper. Further. Everything. My orgasm is coming faster than I want it to. This needs to last, because once Carley walks out of my door, I have no idea if she’s ever coming back.
Another moan drives blood to my cock, and I’m so close…I lift Carley, flipping us so that she’s on the couch. I kneel in front of her and push her thighs apart before I devour her. She tastes so fucking good. I need to memorize this taste. Burn it on my brain so that I never forget her sweetness.
I reach up and tease her breasts, kneading them before I pinch her nipples. Pull them. I’m ruthless, circling my thumbs, pinching and rolling until they’re hard as diamonds under my fingers.
Sealing my mouth over her clit, I suck her deep. I work her with my tongue until she’s gasping and moaning. And I don’t fucking stop. I’m going to make sure that she never forgets this moment. She may not believe that I love her, but any chance that I can show her or make her remember, I will.
Carley’s hips jerk under my mouth. She writhes. Moans. Grips my hair and holds me closer as I ravage her pussy with my tongue. I’m relentless.
I pull her nipples one more time and graze my teeth over her clit, and she comes. She screams, throat raw with the sound, and I’ve never heard anything quite so fucking gorgeous. It’s beautiful. Savage. Real.
Mine.
That’s the reaction my soul has. It goes deep. And for this moment, I lean into it. Standing, I slam my cock into her hard. This isn’t gentle. It has shades of our barn fucking. Carley’s eyes are glazed with pleasure, limp as I thrust myself fully to the hilt over and over.
Our mouths are close together and her eyes are locked on mine. “This is what you need, Carley Farrell. You need someone who will let you scream. Let you be you. Who will push you to do the things you’ve always wanted but didn’t know how to ask for. Someone who fucking adores you. And adores fucking you.” I bite her shoulder, driving harder so she cries out, fingernails scratching down my back as she tries to hold on.
“You need a partner. Someone who will keep your secrets. Protect you. Someone who makes sure that you’re experiencing every good thing in life.”
I’m close now. We both are. But I’m not going to send her over. Not until she tells me the truth. “Tell me this feels good.”
“Yes.” The word is breathless and desperate. “So fucking good.”
Slowing my cock down to near stillness, I wrap my hand behind her neck and weave my fingers in her hair. I