Her mouth doesn’t leave mine as she puts some space between us, pulling at the bottom of my shirt. She pulls away long enough to yank it over my head and throw it on the floor, and her lips are back on mine.
Unsure of where her bedroom is, I move us toward the couch. The living room is dark, but the glow of the light over the sink is enough for me to guide us without bumping into anything. Her fingers toy with the button on my jeans, and I place a hand over them, breaking our kiss. “Are you sure?”
“Yes.” The word is almost a growl and fuck if it doesn’t turn me on. I push off my shoes and she unbuttons my jeans and pushes them down. My underwear and socks are the only things left on my body, and she’s fully clothed.
“Your turn,” I smirk. She fiddles with the waist of her pants and starts to push them down, but I stop her. “Let me.”
She stops but puts her arms around her stomach and her eyes are looking around the room. Anything from having to meet my eyes. “I think I want to leave this on.”
There’s no need to be self-conscious, but if that’s what she wants, I’ll abide. “Okay, but just so you know, you deserve to have every inch of you worshiped.”
Grabbing the top of her pants, I rub my knuckles against her skin and the shiver in response pushes me forward. I pull them down, along with her panties, bending until I’m on my knees in front of her. She steps out of them and I turn her until she’s standing in front of the couch, and motion for her to sit down. Her eyes are on me, no doubt wondering what I’ll do next. “I don’t have a condom.”
“That isn’t something we need to worry about right now.”
“What do you me—.” My lips pressing quick small kisses along her calves, breaks off her question. I have a condom in my wallet, but tonight is about her. Making her feel good.
Spreading her legs, I nestle between them. All of her on display, and it’s going to take everything in me to take my time. My hand slides along her other leg, slow and measured. The roughness between my hand and her soft skin, a friction that makes her squirm.
I continue my trail of kisses, pausing to place one behind her knee before putting her leg over my shoulder. My other hand glides down her leg, coming to a stop over her pussy. And oh my God, she is drenched. How long has it been since someone took care of her without putting all the focus on themself?
Her breath hitches as I rub my thumb over her clit. A quick glance up and her head is leaned back. Her focus on the ceiling. I pause, pulling my lips away from her thigh, but my thumb still circling her. “Eyes on me.”
Her head snaps forward and she does as she’s asked. Even in the darkness, I can feel her light brown eyes on mine. I nip at her thigh before kissing the pain away and feel her legs tighten around me. The kisses continue until I’ve worked my way to my target.
I look up one more time to make sure she’s watching. To make sure she knows exactly who is about to make her forget anyone before me, and not want anyone after me. She doesn’t disappoint, gaze trained on me.
I replace my thumb with my mouth. My tongue circling and sucking. Caroline moves her other leg until it’s over my shoulder and slides herself down the couch, pushing herself as close to my mouth as possible.
I slide two fingers inside her, and move my other hand to her face. Her chin in my palm so her eyes meet mine. She grips my hair with one hand and holds my hand with the other while circling my thumb with her tongue. Jesus, I’m going to come before her.
Her hips move in a circular motion, creating friction where she needs it, and I let her take the lead. As much as I want to prolong her pleasure, I know she isn’t going to last much longer. She needs a release, and I’ll be damned if I’m not going to give it to her.
Pumping my fingers inside her, I increase the pressure of my tongue on her clit. She pulls my hair and throws her head back as she rides out her orgasm.
Before I have a chance to say, or do, anything, she pushes the coffee table away with her feet, and forces me back. “Condom?”
I reach for my jeans and the wallet inside the back pocket. As soon as I have it, she rips it from my hands, pulls down my underwear and slides the latex on my cock. My goal tonight was to make her feel cherished, but she’s taken control, and slides over me. My back is against the wood floor and she rides me until I’m panting.
My hands go to her hips to slow her movements. Anything to keep me from coming right this second, but she knocks them away. Leaning over me she kisses my neck, working her way to my lips. Her tongue plunges into my mouth, dancing with mine. I need to come…now. I grab her hips and pull her as close to me as possible, riding me until I see stars. I let go, and move a hand between us, working her clit until she comes once again.
Sex with this woman I’m just getting to know should not be this intense, or perfect, but yet it is. She lays down on top of me and until her breathing is under control. “You make me do things I wouldn’t normally do.”
“I could say the same for you.”
17
Caroline
It’s beentwo days since I’ve seen Carlos and I keep replaying Saturday night over and over again. It’s been my nightly memory before going to bed, and I don’t know what came over me that night, but I don’t regret it one bit.
He took care of me in a way that Nathan never did. His focus one hundred percent on what I was feeling. Hell, I don’t think he was even going to go past going down on me until I essentially jumped his bones. I giggle to myself before remembering I’m at work. Not only that, I need to remember I can’t develop actual feelings for the man. No matter how much we text each other or talk on the phone. Or how he makes me feel like I’m more than just a mom. I’m a woman who can enjoy things outside of parenting.
The bell above the door jingles and Kate walks in. “God, can you quit smiling? It’s annoying.”
Crap. Smiling all the time isn’t a good thing when I’m trying to keep my heart at bay. “Sorry, but y’all are the ones who pushed me to go on a date with Carlos.” I shrug my shoulders. “Is the van ready for the flowers?”
“Yep. And we said a date. Not walking around all starry eyed.” She comes around the counter and looks over the arrangements that were ordered. “I hate delivering for funerals.”