“Fuck,” he muttered, perspiration making his body slick against hers. “It’s so…”
She was panting, curling in on herself. She’d never even thought about being penetrated this way, but now that it was happening, she’d think of it always.
“Oh! Carter… I’m…” The vibrator was doing its job. The strength of the climax about to release was almost frightening, the power about to overrule her like nothing before.
“Yeah, come…” He growled by her ear. “Come with me.”
She had no choice but to plunge into her orgasm. Her heart pounded and her body stiffened. Bliss swarmed through her nerve endings, blasting through her pelvis, up her spine, and over her scalp.
She cried out. Carter’s yell of pleasure mixed with the sound. Bright lights flashed behind her closed eyes.
Her ass was gripping his thick shaft as her orgasm extended. The vibrator didn’t let up, sending her into a second climatic wave. It grew, crested, then hit stronger than the first.
This time, she couldn’t cry out. Ecstasy had stolen her breath.
He half pulled out, then pushed in, filling her absolutely. She barely knew where he ended and she began. They fit so well together.
“Oh … my … God.” He gasped, his cock throbbing in her ass as he came. “That is…” He paused. “Fuck, breathe, will you?” He gave her a shake. “Breathe.”
Leah realized she was holding her breath and was dizzy with it. Blackness was creeping in.
“Breathe, goddammit!”
His words penetrated her bliss-addled brain and she sucked in air. It filled her mouth, throat, and lungs.
The blackness receded.
“I’ve got you,” he said, flicking off the vibrator. “I’ve got you, babe.” Cupping her breast, he spooned her tight. “It’s okay, I’ve got you.”
She exhaled long and low, both dismayed and relieved that the relentless buzzing on her clit had stilled. But she was still full, so full.
“Fucking your ass has just become … my new favorite thing … to do.” He too was breathless.
“Carter, I … I can’t believe you…”
He laughed but the sound was strained. “You can’t believe I wanted to do such depraved things to you?” He kissed her cheek. “Of course, you did.”
She didn’t answer. She’d known from the first time she’d seen Carter Harris that he was a kinky biker who’d push her limits in and out of the bedroom.
“And I knew you’d love it,” he whispered. “Every single second of it.”
Chapter Fourteen
“So shall we catch some?”
“What are you talking about?” Leah turned to Carter. He was resting with his forearms on the railing that surrounded the deck. His back was dotted with water droplets from where he’d just showered.
“Waves.” He nodded out to sea. “There’s a board under the deck, looks decent.”
“I can’t surf.”
“Sure you can. If I teach you, that is.”
She laughed. She was still on a high from their wild sex yet her body felt soft and her movements fluid, a dreamy state of relaxation. “I don’t know if I have the energy.”
“Sure you do.” He nodded at her empty bowl. It had contained several scoops of chocolate ice cream. “Now you’ve had that.” He moved toward her and grabbed her hand. “Come on, I’ve only got you for a few days. No time to waste if we’re gonna get you killing it on the waves.”
“I don’t think I’ll ever be killing it on the waves.” She allowed him to pull her to standing.