Tahoe chuckles, a throaty, turned-on baritone. “Is that a challenge, Caroline May? Cause I’d eat that pussy all night long if it is.” I wrap my legs around his body and raise my hips to press my wet core against his jeans. “You wouldn’t survive coming that many times.”
“Let me return the favor,” I say, leaving my words at the edge of his ear. I kiss his ear, and he shudders—his whole body shaking with need.
His whole neck works as he exerts self-control—holding himself at a distance, but his need eats at my awareness, I can taste it in the air. “You know what goes well with an orgasm?” he asks.
“I don’t smoke. You know that,” I counter, pressing my mouth against the rapid pulse on his neck.
He shakes his head, causing my lips and tongue to rub across his neck, back and forth. “Another orgasm,” he deadpans, dragging his fingers up the side of my body.
“That’s witty,” I reply.
“It’s truth,” he deadpans, slipping the hand on my thigh around to between my legs as he edges his body down. “You’re so wet.” Opening my legs, I give him better access. And a better view. “My god, your pussy is perfect.” I watch as he looks between my legs with narrowed eyes. “Literally perfect,” he says, confused. “Have you been told that before?”
I open my mouth to respond, but he shakes his head. “Never mind, I don’t want to know.” He licks his lips, which causes me to fist my comforter. Instead of usinghis tongue, one finger traces the lips, gliding around with ease. “I feel like I would destroy you,” he admits.
I know it’s a joke, but he has no clue that it is a real possibility. “Let me see you,” I order again.
He leans his head to one side. “I don’t know if I’m strong enough to be naked with you while I still have the taste of you on my tongue and that masterpiece in my presence,” he says, nodding between my legs.
“Come on. Fair is fair. Ladies’ choice,” I say, trying and failing to wiggle out of his grasp.
He raises one brow. “If you insist. But you don’t have to return the favor, Caroline. That’s not what tonight is about.”
“What if that’s what I want?”
He leans up and then stands at the foot of my bed. He towers over me and takes up the majority of the space in my bedroom. Leaning up on my elbows, I recognize the blood is rushing around my body in a manic manor, all concentrating at my core. Tahoe kissed a girl and awakened a woman. One that lusts after his sculpted body and whatever he has below the belt. His jeans slide off and pool around his feet. No underwear. That answers my question about boxers or briefs. I’ve seen him in a Speedo, so I’m not violently shocked by the size of his package, but I admit it’s still stunning, cutting the air in between our bodies, standing straight out in front of him.
Before I can check my emotions, one of my hands flies to cover my mouth as I wide-eyed gape at his manhood. “Oh,” I say around my hand. “That’s big.”
Tahoe laughs. “Big, huh? You know how to stroke a man’s ego.”
I swallow once and let my hand fall. Shaking my head, I say, “I am not stroking your ego, Holiday. It’s enormous,” I exclaim. Then the horrific truth about my virtue flashes in my mind. “Is, is, that a normal size?”
Stepping out of his jeans, he walks toward me, chuckling. “I like this game. Keep going,” he remarks. “Tell me what you want to do with my huge dick.” I’m not sure if it’s possible, but it looks like every single muscle on his body is flexed. The dropped pendant lights in my room shine from above, highlighting every ripple and vein on his body. He’s magnificent.
I scoot closer to the edge of the bed and look up at him. “Tell me what you want me to do with it.”
He flashes a half grin. “You wanted to touch it,” Tahoe says.
Tentatively, I reach out a hand and palm it in my hand. “I can’t even touch my fingers,” I say, surprising even myself.
“Maybe you have small hands,” he replies, holding up one of his palms. With my free hand, I press it against his big one. Mine is small compared to his, but that doesn’t say much given his size.
I stroke his shaft in front of me as he watches every move I make, though he does alternate his gaze to my naked body and my face every so often. “That feels good,” he says, closing his eyes for a beat or two.
Thank God, I think. “Should I put my mouth on itnow?”
A gentle smile appears, but he keeps his eyes closed. “You never have to ask permission to put my dick in your mouth. That’s a firm rule. Consider it in the definition,” he says, sighing.
I let my hand do most of the work and use my tongue to graze the head, the tiny hole with clear liquid spilling out. It tastes salty, but it’s not really a describable flavor. I hide a grimace.
Tahoe sways on his feet. “Lay down on the bed,” I tell him, pausing my sucking.
“I want to come standing,” he replies. “It feels good this way.”
Is this something I should know? I start to panic and immediately throw myself back into the act. With my pace steady, it can’t possibly take that long. He made me orgasm in minutes. And easily.But he’s perfect, Caroline.I’m not. So I work harder, letting his hand on my head guide me.
When I feel like my mouth is about to fall off of my face, he announces he’s about to come. “Just like that. Keep doing that,” he says, the words broken in gasps.
