so much more. I was immediately intrigued by you. I wanted to know everything about you.”
“I thought you were with Betty.”
He shakes his head before lowering it to take my nipple into the heat of his mouth. “I was never with her.”
I grasp a handful of his hair to keep him from getting away, not that he’s trying to. The rush of emotion is so intense it forms an ache in my heart, which has taken such a beating in the past. Not that I want to think about that when every part of me is engaged in what he’s doing to my nipples. He kisses a path down the front of me, dipping his tongue into my belly button, making me cry out from the craving need he inspires in me.
“So sexy,” he whispers, his warm breath against my skin setting off goose bumps that make me shiver with delight.
Back when I was newly widowed, I used to try to picture being with someone else this way, and I never could get far enough past the agony to see it actually happening. I imagined it would be awkward, that I would cry, that I’d regret it afterward. But there’s nothing awkward about being with Jason, and I already know I’m not going to regret it. Whether or not there’ll be tears remains to be seen.
Jason’s golden eyes go dark with desire when he sees the white cotton bikini panties I intentionally wore under the T-shirt. “So fucking sexy,” he says in a low growl as he cups me over the panties, pressing his fingers against my clit and making me squirm as I chase an orgasm that feels so close. “I knew you’d be impossibly sexy in white cotton.”
I release a ragged laugh as the orgasm lingers just out of reach.
“Easy, love. Don’t worry. I won’t leave you hanging.”
As the panties slide down my legs, I close my eyes and try to prepare for whatever is about to happen. But nothing could prepare me for the slide of his lips up my inner leg or the press of his fingers against my incredibly sensitive flesh. He’s barely touched me, and I’m about to combust.
His lips continue their journey up my leg while I hold my breath in anticipation. He arranges me so my legs are splayed open, making me thankful for the time I spent with my razor earlier. And when he opens me to his tongue, I’m completely lost to the dazzling array of sensations that overwhelm me to the point of madness. His fingers are deep inside me as his tongue swirls over my clit.
Dear God, I can barely breathe, and then he sucks hard on my clit. I scream from the powerful release that rocks me. I’ve barely recovered my senses when he starts the whole thing over again, taking me up so quickly I’m coming a second time before I know what’s hit me. My body is a quivering, trembling collection of nerve endings, every one of them tuned to him. I hear the crinkle of the condom wrapper in the second before he covers me, kisses me with lips that taste of me and pushes into me a little at a time while staring down at my face with sexy golden eyes that ruin me.
“God, Carmen,” he says on a long exhale. “Nothing has ever felt this good. Ever.” He holds me close to him, his lips pressed to the pressure point in my neck as he works his way inside me. “Talk to me. Tell me how you feel.”
“I feel . . . full.”
He laughs softly while leaving a line of kisses along my collarbone. “Does it hurt?”
“No.” I raise my legs and wrap them around his hips, which sends him deeper into me. “Feels so good.”
His low groan makes me shiver as he grips my ass to tilt me for an even better angle. I dig my fingers into the muscles of his back, needing to hold on to him, to keep him close, to ride the waves of this exquisite perfection for as long as I possibly can.
He tightens his arms around me and picks up the pace. “Carmen.” The face that has become so dear to me in the time we’ve spent together is tight with tension. His eyes are heated as he gazes at me, and his lips are swollen from our frantic kisses.
I tighten my internal muscles around his cock, and he groans in the second before he