As he edges nearer, I let my fingers trace the dark blue tattoos etched on his chest and arms. He watches the movement with interest, but I see the goosebumps rise on his skin. “You’re a magician,” he whispers, leaning down to kiss a freckle on my stomach, and then the other two close by. “You do things to me I can’t explain.”
I try to keep my head in the conversation, but with his lips searing against my skin it’s hard to think about anything except what I want. More. More of him. All of him. All over me. Inside me. However I can get him. His kisses make me greedy. “That feels so good,” I say, letting my eyes close.
“Keep them shut. It will feel even better,” he orders.
“Can I touch you?” I ask on a sigh, imagining what he looks like without pants. “I want to touch you too.”
He groans, and my core clenches with need. “Not now.”
When he sucks my nipple the intense feeling of floating hits me in dreamy waves. His tongue flicks the other nipple before closing over it in a lavish kiss. I arch my back and spread my legs further—begging for his attentions elsewhere. “Your skin tastes so good,” Tahoe growls, and then trails his fiery kisses up the side of my neck to my ear. “I’ll never get enough of it.” His tone is a low raspy promise of pleasure.
A tiny noise escapes my mouth and I have to open my eyes, I need to see him right now. His face is close to mine so I take it with both of my hands and bring his lips to mine, pulling him on top of me and in between my legs.
His smile against my lips encourages me more. Raising my hips, I press myself against his steely shaft. It’s hard and although I’m still wearing panties, in this moment, it feels like I’m bare, exposed in every way. “I haven’t kissed you yet,” he says, taking his skin away from mine. The calculating gaze he wears as he touches my legs ties my stomach in knots. Leaning back on his knees, he hooks two fingers into the side of my panties.
I swallow hard and lift my hips as the perfectly selected underwear skim down my legs and land on the floor next to my bed.
I hold my breath as he exhales for what seems like eternity. “When you wear those tiny shorts I think about what this might look like,” he says, touching me lightly, causing me to shiver. He goes on, “Because they leave so little to the imagination,” he admits, shaking his head. “Somehow seeing you right now, just for me, has exceeded all of my wildest dreams.” The dimples next to his smile pop. “Caroline, I’m not sure what I did to deserve you, but I’m glad you think I’m worthy.”
Even through my embarrassment of being naked when he’s not, I smile. “How could you possibly think you’re not worthy?” The question is simple, but my body has so many sensations sliding around, I’ve never been more confused or turned on in my life.
One hand splayed on my upper thigh, the other hand teases me between my legs, small, faint strokes against my clit. “Because I’m not,” he says, flicking his gaze up to meet mine. “As long as you know that.”
I’d tell him anything to keep his fingers moving against me. “I know,” I say, letting out a held breath. Tahoe places a wet kiss on my lower stomach and then down further. His tongue darts out and I watch in awe as his face moves. “Ahhh,” I yell, as the sensation of his mouth on me settles in. My thighs quake with pleasure and the warmth of his presence heats my entire body. The noises of him licking, and his grunts of primal exhalation send my body into overdrive. I grab my hair and close my eyes. This isn’t what I thought it would feel like, it feels so much better. My belly warms as his mouth works, and the tingles start enveloping me as a whole. The muscles in my stomach tighten and coil as the orgasm approaches quicker than I ever thought possible. It’s like he caught the scent of the impending waves, because he licks more furiously, and my toes curl, and everything below my waist explodes—ebbing and flowing in ecstasy. The fireworks behind my eyelids fade to black, and my quickened breathing slows. Leaning up I look at Tahoe’s face, smiling, in between my legs, his lips shining.
“Perfect?” he asks.
I nod. “Brilliantly perfect,” I respond. He wipes his lips on the inside of my thigh before moving up my body.
“These lips. I want to kiss them and your pussy at the same time.” He growls, and then closes the gap between us with a kiss. Clutching around his neck, I ride the waves back down to reality.
“So, how many times can you do that in a row?” I ask, grinning. He kisses me savagely and we bump smiles. “I mean, an average.”
Tahoe chuckles, a throaty, turned-on baritone. “Is that a challenge Caroline May? Cause I’d eat that pussy all night long if it is.” I wrap my legs around his body and raise my hips to press my wet core against his jeans. “You wouldn’t survive coming that many times.”
“Let me return the favor,” I say, leaving my words at the edge of his ear. I kiss his ear and he shudders—his whole body shaking with need.
His whole neck works as he exerts self-control—holding himself at a distance, but his need eats at my awareness, I can taste it in the air. “You know what goes well with an orgasm?” he asks.
“I don’t smoke. You know that,” I counter, pressing my mouth against the rapid pulse on his neck.
He shakes his head, causing my lips and tongue to rub across his neck, back and forth. “Another orgasm,” he deadpans, dragging his fingers up the side of my body.
“That’s witty,” I reply.
“It’s truth,” he deadpans, slipping the hand on my thigh around to between my legs, as he edges his body down. “You’re so wet.” Opening my legs, I give him better access.
And a better view. “My God, your pussy is perfect.” I watch as he looks between my legs with narrowed eyes. “Literally perfect,” he says, confused. “Have you been told that before?”
I open my mouth to respond, but he shakes his head. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” He licks his lips, which causes me to fist my comforter. Instead of using his tongue, one finger traces the lips, gliding around with ease. “I feel like I would destroy you,” he admits.
I know it’s a joke, but he has no clue that is a real possibility. “Let me see you,” I order again.
He leans his head to one side. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to be naked with you while I still have the taste of you on my tongue and that masterpiece in my presence,” he says, nodding between my legs.
“Come on. Fair is fair. Ladies choice,” I say, trying and failing to wiggle out of his grasp.
He raises one brow. “If you insist. But you don’t have to return the favor, Caroline. That’s not what tonight is about.”
