She stared up at him, her eyes wide and her lips shiny as though she’d just applied balm.
“You trying to drive me crazy?” he asked a little gruffer than he’d intended.
She swallowed. “No.”
“Well, you are.” He squatted in front of her, his cock stiffening. “You walking onto this deck wearing this tiny thing has started a chain reaction.”
“I don’t understand, I … oh—”
He’d slid his hands between her thighs and urged them apart.
“Carter.” She fumbled with her robe.
But it was too late. He’d seen. He’d seen that she was indeed naked. Her sweet pussy was right before him.
And he was hungry for it.
He tugged her ass, bringing her pussy to his face as he dipped forward, inhaling her freshly showered scent.
“Carter, we can’t … not here…” She tensed.
“It’s happening. Get used to it.” He kind of growled, surprising himself at the lust catching in his throat. When had he ever wanted to taste a woman more than he did right now?
Never.
His mouth watered as he buried his face between her legs. They were well enough hidden from the beach, plus, they were in the shadows. But in all honesty, being seen was the last thing on his mind.
Despite her legs stiffening, she ran her hand into his hair, her small fingers gripping the roots.
This spurred him on, and he poked out his tongue and sought her clit. When he found it and administered a few firm strokes, she groaned.
God, he loved that sound. And it went straight to his cock, hardening it some more.
He worked her clit, then moved lower and found her entrance. He feasted on her, tasting her honeyed arousal and exploring all her delicate folds with his tongue.
“Oh, God, Carter…” she moaned, canting her hips in a silent request for more.
His heart was thudding. Determination gripped him. He wanted to feel her come on his tongue and hear her gasp in pleasure when she hit that high.
His cock was uncomfortable, trapped in his pants, but he pushed the discomfort to one side. This was all about her.
Her fingers tightened in his hair, both hands were there now, holding him. She was breathing hard and her legs trembled.
Still, he worked her, concentrating on her clit once again.
After a few minutes, he pressed two fingers into her pussy. Wet heat gripped him, and she released a muffled cry. Carter was pretty sure a few strokes on her G-spot would tip her over the edge.
And he was excited for that. He wanted to commit every moment of the first time he had her climaxing on his tongue to memory.
“Carter … oh, God. I’m going to…”
She didn’t need to tell him she was nearly there. Her body was a coiled spring, with her hips twitching and her fingers digging into his scalp.
He used one hand to pin her where he wanted while he fingered her with the other. He found the soft, cushiony place and was rewarded with a rumbling groan that seemed to come right from her core.
She stilled with her legs clamped at his shoulders, and her breath held.
Keeping the pressure firm on her clit, he knew she was just about to explode into bliss.