“You’re so hard, Simon.”
Yeah. He was hard. Everywhere. “Fuck! Kara.” His breath started coming in hard pants as her moist, warm lips joined her roaming fingers, her tongue lapping at his chest.
“Mmmm…you smell so good. Taste even better.”
He nearly came in the towel as her teeth latched onto one of his flat ni**les, followed by a soothing lave of her tongue.
Holy Christ! His whole body was trembling, ready to go up in flames. “Stop,” he groaned. No, don’t stop.
She grasped the towel around his waist and tugged. The material gave way easily and she dropped the towel to the floor. “You feel so good, Simon. Don’t make me stop,” she crooned as she palmed his engorged member in her small hand. “I want to taste you.”
Seriously? Did she mean-
“Everywhere.”
Oh yeah, she did.
Her blue eyes darkened as she looked up at him with a pleading glance. Dear God, he couldn’t turn away. He wanted those luscious lips on his c**k more than he wanted to take his next breath. “Kara…I haven’t. I don’t-,” He’d always needed to dominate, to tie women up. He had never wanted to shove his c**k in their mouths while they were lying helplessly beneath him. And none of them had ever wanted him to.
“Good. Then you won’t know if I don’t do it well.” Her look of vulnerability floored him, making him forget his own insecurities about his scarred body, and he had the sudden urge to pound her ex into the ground.
“Not possible that it wouldn’t be incredible with you,” he told her harshly, his voice graveled with rampant desire. He snaked his hand behind her neck and brought her mouth to his, his other hand splaying over her ass to tug her closer to him.
She doesn’t care about my scars. She still wants me. There’s no woman on this earth who could fake her reaction.
He took her mouth over and over, wanting to somehow show her how much her acceptance meant to him.
She returned his kiss with a fire that heated his blood. Her tongue entwined with his and she moaned one of her sweet little noises into his mouth, a needy sound that nearly made him lose it.
She pulled her mouth from his and slowly lowered herself to her knees, trailing her tongue along his chest and over his abdomen as she went. Jesus Christ! He wasn’t sure he was going to live through this.
Sweat beaded on his forehead, dripping slowly down his face. Blood pounded through his ears, the swooshing noise of his heartbeat deafening him. All he could do was feel.
The first touch of her tongue was sublime. It twirled over his sensitive tip, licking a drop of pr**cum like it was her favorite candy.
“Shit. Kara.” He pulled the clip from her hair and buried his fingers into the silken mass, shuddering as the soft waves flowed over his hands.
He inhaled sharply as she closed her mouth over his cock, taking him into the moist, hot clasp of her lips, pulling the swollen shaft as far as she could possibly take it, bumping the back of her throat.
Fuck. Fuck. Heaven. Hell. Bliss. Agony. He’d never experienced anything like the exquisite sensation of that talented tongue sliding over him, tasting him with an erotic pleasure that was about to make the top of his head explode. She sucked and glided, twirled and tugged, until Simon thought he was losing his mind.
“Oh Christ.” The words exploded in a tortured voice that he could barely recognize as he looked down at her, watching her devour his c**k with obvious enjoyment. Her eyes opened, her look scorching as their gazes met and locked.
Simon felt his balls tighten and the gathering pressure at the base of his shaft. He was going to come…hard. Their eyes lost contact as he threw his head back, his hands guiding her head in a rapid rhythm along his pulsating shaft.
Her hands cupped his ass, her nails scoring over his sensitized skin. “Oh, hell yeah. I’m gonna come.” he grunted, unable to verbalize anything else, knowing he needed to give Kara a warning that he was about to erupt like a f**king nuclear explosion.
She didn’t move away. She moaned around him, the vibration sending him over the edge. Her nails dug into his ass and she practically swallowed his c**k as he released himself with an agonized cry, his muscles screaming as they tensed and released from his violent orgasm.
Simon panted heavily as Kara continued lave his cock, licking every drop sensually, languidly.
He wanted to kiss her, needed to kiss her, but his pants were coming so heavily that he couldn’t catch his breath. Hauling Kara up and into his arms, he simply held her, his arms wrapping around her body, her face in his neck.
He gulped, trying to force air into his burning lungs as he molded her sweet body against his.
“Was it good?” she asked him quietly as her mouth nuzzled his neck.
Simon laughed, wheezing as he replied, “Sweetheart, if it was any better it would have killed me.” God, this woman was special. So sweet, so sexy. So…his.
Mine.
A hard wave of possessiveness swept over him and his arms tightened around her.
“I actually was coming up to ask you what you wanted for dinner,” she informed him in a matter-of-fact voice, her apparent nervousness about not performing well seeming to have vanished. “But seeing you gloriously nude took away my appetite for food. I wanted to take a bite out of you.”
Her hands swept over his body and his chest ached with the realization that she really did lust for his body, scars and all. “I wasn’t nude until you stripped me of my towel,” he reminded her.
“How do you expect me to resist? You’re a walking temptation. A testosterone menace in a tiny little towel,” she sniffed, but there humor in her voice.
Simon chuckled softly against her hair. He couldn’t help it. Kara was a f**king miracle. His miracle. “How about I take a bite out of you, now?” he murmured warmly, his body more than ready to start rising to the occasion.
She broke away from him and picked up his towel, snapping his abdomen with it as she demanded, “Oh no, you don’t, mister. I’m starving now. Put that thing away. It’s dangerous.” She tossed the towel at him with a delighted giggle that struck him right in the chest. Catching the towel in mid-air, he wrapped it around his waist, his c**k already half hard again for her.
It was strange, how comfortable he was with his body exposed around her. He was still shaking his head over her obvious delight in seeing him nude, but he wasn’t going to question something that had him happier than he had been in…well…ever. “Come on, sweet thing. Just a tiny nibble,” he growled as he stalked her.