“Ambrosia,” he murmured.
Then he dove in.
She felt no subtlety in his movement, and given that he was such a large man, he moved surprisingly fast. One moment he stood poised above her, his mouth curved in appreciation. Then next, his tongue stroked her core, licking her in wide swaths that had her arching in shocked delight.
No one had ever done that to her. Not with such voracious appetite. No question that he loved tasting every inch of her, and she sped to her peak like a freight train. He took her there without compromise, without pause, and when she exploded, she screamed his name.
She’d never climaxed so fast or so hard, her hips bucking against his hands as he held her contained on the bed. But rather than stop, he softened his caress. His tongue slid around, everywhere but her peak. And when he pushed his fingers inside her, she continued to clutch at him, trying to draw in more. Deeper, harder.
He pressed his lips to her thigh, nuzzling her gently.
“Do that again for me,” he said as she felt more fingers push inside.
She couldn’t comprehend what he was asking. She was still floating, her belly constricting in slowly diminishing pulses.
“Again,” he said.
Then she felt his thumb across her clit. First a roll, then a slow circular motion. Her body jolted in reaction and he softened his pressure. It was too much…for a moment. And then it was just right. And then…
“Oh God,” she gasped. “You really mean it.”
“All day, Becca. God, I never want to stop.” The fingers deep inside her shifted and pulled.
G-spot!
She hadn’t even thought it was real, but he stroked it perfectly.
“I can’t!” she cried, though she already knew she could. And that he wouldn’t stop.
She threw her head back, her body lifting up to his. She closed her eyes while he stroked every intimate place. Once. Twice.
Her breath caught. She was almost?—
He stopped.
He slowed.
Soothing her with another slow kiss and a gentle bite on her thigh.
“Yes,” he murmured.
Her pulse pounded in her ears, sounding like a never-ending echo of “yes, yes, yes, yes.”
Then he built her again. Her legs were spread as wide as they would go. Everything in her was liquid pulse, beating to his stroke. Inside and out, he played her. Rubbing, pushing, spreading, and even thrusting with his hand.
Then she felt him lean in. His thumb moved away from her clit and was replaced by his tongue. Slow. Gentle. He dropped the tension back down again until she was mindless with need.
“Carl!” she gasped.
“Say yes for me,” he said as he did a slow lick all around her clit.
“Yes.”
He sucked. One strong pull right on her peak.
Detonation!
And it went on and on and on.
