Joel hissed in a harsh breath as Carla nibbled teasingly at the curve of his neck.
“If you keep that up, I just might drop you.”
“No, you wouldn’t,” she said breathlessly, looking up at him those big blue eyes so full of trust, wonder, heat and something else that he dared not name, “You would never hurt me.”
Well, she had him there. He would rather chop of his own goddamned arm than see her in pain and he rolled his eyes at the uncharacteristic softness.
“Ugh, sugar, you’ve made me soft,” Joel said the thought out loud, resigned but not all that upset by her surprising effect on him. Not if it meant she kept doing that thing with her mouth.
Holy hell, when did she learn that? he wondered with a groan.
Carla answered his words with a husky giggle that rolled across his skin like ice sending chills right along with it. “Oh, I don’t know. You feel pretty hard to me.”
Joel stopped in his tracks at her teasing words, a pained sound torn from his throat as her delicate little hand swept over the front of his jeans and grabbed.
“Sugar, you’re in trouble now.”
Carla just smiled again, mysterious and feminine, and uttered one word that threatened to bring him to his knees then and there.
“Good.”
Joel slammed his lips onto hers, licking at the saucy grin, tasting her sweetness and damned if he didn’t want more, so much more. As much as she would give him. The need to taste all of her was like an addiction pulling him on, pushing him forward as he used his shoulder to knock open the bedroom door.
His momentum carried him further into the room and he kept going until he reached the bed, laying her gently on it before following her down. His mouth never left hers as he tore off her shirt and bra, her jeans following along after her shoes and socks. Only when she was stripped nearly bare did he pause for a moment, just a moment, to look down at her, to drink in the delicious sight of her writhing beneath him.
She was already so wet and ready for him it wouldn’t take much to have them both panting hard, screaming out as they came, but he wanted--needed--something more. He wanted to give her so much pleasure she begged for mercy. He wanted to show her with his mouth, his hands, his body what he couldn’t yet say in words.
He bit back a moan as he slid down her body, all creamy skin and lush curves, until he finally stopped just at the cradle of her hips. Carla wiggled restlessly beneath him but he reached out patiently to curl his fingers around the edge of her panties, barely a scrap of fabric anyway, and pulled them slowly down her thighs to throw them in a haphazard pile with the rest of her clothes. Finally, blessedly, she was naked, spread out in front of him like the most exquisite feast. And boy, he couldn’t wait to dig in.
Joel wasted no more time as he dipped his head, slicked his tongue across her most sensitive spots and growled at the sweet taste of her. Her shrieks of frenzied pleasure were just background noise as he moved his entire mouth against her, licking her, tasting her, drinking down her sweet nectar like he couldn’t get enough.
Carla’s fingers were tangled in his hair, to hold him closer or push him away he wasn’t sure, but he didn’t let up his torturous pleasure until she was crying out his name and her hips bucked wildly against his tongue. Only then did he pull back, taking a moment to pull a condom from his wallet and slip it on before he was there again, settling once more between the sweet heaven of her thighs.
He sank into her wet depths slowly, teasing them both and Carla, already on the edge, clawed at his back, urging him to move faster, harder, but he didn’t. In slow, measured strokes he brought them closer and closer, each thrust drawing a purring sound from her lips and pained groan from his own.
God, he needed her. He needed this. Even now, sinking as deep inside her as he could go, he didn’t want to leave. He never wanted it to stop. He wanted this pleasure--pleasure that he’d never felt before--to go on forever.
But all too soon he could feel Carla tensing beneath him, the muscles of her pussy clamping down on him so hard as her body exploded in climax that he had no choice but to follow her over the edge. His own body shuddered above hers, and even though he tried to hold it back, it was impossible, the pleasure too sharp as ecstasy pushed him past the point of no return.
He wasn’t aware of her name on his lips as he came, hard and deep, the shockwave of sensation reaching all the way from his toes to the crown of his head as he thrust a few more times inside the sweet haven of her body. Oh god, this really was heaven. There really was no place he would rather be, no person he would rather be sharing this moment with. No one else who could make him feel like this.
Joel’s chest tightened as emotion threatened to overwhelm him, the moment, so sweet, almost too sweet, changed something inside him. Healed something that had been broken since he was a child. He didn’t know what, but he could feel it, deep inside, and as his body shuddered one final time and he collapsed against her, he was lost. He didn’t know how, he didn’t know why, but he knew it was true. He was lost.