Loving Cara
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His eyes flare and he smiles softly, cups my neck in his hands, and lowers his mouth to mine.
I love the way he kisses!
His full lips cover mine and he stills, not moving them, just breathing me in. I glide my hands up his shoulders and into his hair and press myself against him, my nipples puckering, and he growls as he sinks into me, licking the seam of my lips, asking for entrance.
I kiss him back, sucking and pulling on his lower lip with my teeth. His eyes narrow as he bends down and lifts me easily in his arms, carrying me out of the spare room and into his bedroom, never taking his lips from mine.
It’s as if he can’t get enough of me, and I feel the exact same way.
I need him.
I need this.
“Are you sure?” he asks, his deep voice heavy with lust.
“Yes.” He sets me on my feet and I immediately pull my shirt up over my head. “I want you.”
“Damn, baby.” His eyes are on my round breasts, and I’m shy for a moment. I move to cover myself with my hands but he pulls them away and kisses my palms. “Don’t.”
“You need to get naked.”
“I will.” He grins.
“Now.”
“Be patient.”
“No, I need you. Hard and fast, Josh.” I’m panting now and pulling at his jeans, but he stops me, his eyes narrowed and on my face.
“What’s the hurry?”
“I need to feel alive,” I whisper, and clench my eyes shut. He cups my face in his palms. I open my eyes to see him looking down at me so tenderly it makes me hurt. “I don’t need soft and slow, I need to remember that I’m alive and I need you to fuck me.”
He sucks in a breath and crushes his lips to mine, strips me out of the rest of my clothes, cups my ass in his hands, and lifts me the way he did the other night at my house. I don’t have time to be shy in my nakedness. He’s devouring me.
Claiming me.
And I fucking love it.
He braces me against the wall as I’m pulling at his T-shirt. He finally pulls his mouth away from mine long enough to yank it over his head and throws it to the floor.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he growls, and buries his face in my neck, kissing and suckling me. His hands cup my breasts and he lifts them to his lips.
“Oh my God.” I reach between us and unfasten his jeans, pushing them with my feet down his hips, unleashing his impressive cock. “This is beautiful,” I mutter.
He grins wolfishly and hoists me up higher against the wall. “I’m clean, I promise.”
“On the pill,” I mutter, and bite his neck. “Now, Josh.”
And with that he pushes inside me, all the way, in one long, slow thrust. His cock is long and thick and fills me perfectly.
As if he were made just for me.
“Damn, baby,” he growls. “Look at me.”
I open my eyes and bite my lip.
“Your eyes are so green.” He kisses me softly and groans. “You’re so snug, babe.”
“Move,” I beg, and roll my hips.
“Cara, don’t do that . . .”
“Fuck me,” I beg, and roll my hips again as he begins to pound in and out of me, hard. He reaches between us and thumbs my clit, and I suddenly see stars. I’m going to come, hard and fast.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” He’s panting hard now, moving faster and harder. “God, your pussy is so damn good.”
“Josh,” I mutter.
“Let go, Cara.” He pushes on my clit, just a bit harder, and my world explodes around me, scattering in thousands of pieces and then gathering again at the center of me. I cry out and grip his hair in my fingers, bucking my hips against him.
He stops, buried to the root, and leans his forehead against mine, breathing hard.
“How was that?”
“Holy shit,” I whisper, and open my eyes.
“I’m not done.”
He carries me to the bed, still inside me, and lays me flat on my back, my lower legs hanging off the edge. He kisses me, then pulls out of me, making me groan.
“Josh . . .”
“Shhh.” He circles a nipple with his tongue and then nuzzles the underside of my breast. “Just relax and enjoy.”
“What are you doing?”
“What I’ve wanted to do since you got out of your car two weeks ago. I’m tasting you.”
He drags his lips down my belly, over my navel, and to the small patch of curls that cover my pussy.
He kneels between my knees and lifts my legs over his shoulders, tilts my pelvis up with one hand on my ass, and pulls one finger down my slit from my clitoris all the way down to my ass.
“You’re so swollen and wet for me.” His voice is a deep whisper. He leans in and gently kisses that sensitive nub, licks it, then kisses it again.
“Josh,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
“Yes, baby.” Now I feel the flat of his tongue against me and he pushes it down into my folds and inside me.
“Shit!” I cry out as he sucks my lips into his mouth, and I feel him grin against me before he does it again, making me writhe and move against him, circling my hips against his face.
If he stops, I might kill him.
“Oh, God, I can’t.” My head is thrashing side to side, and the tension is coiling tighter than it ever has. This orgasm is going to kill me.
“You can,” he mutters, and pushes two fingers inside me as he continues to lap at my clit and lips. “I want you to come again, honey.”