Private 02 - Private Paradise

her chest and her breath shuddered in her lungs as he bent close enough for her to feel his warm breath against her cheek.
    And then he kissed her.

Chapter Four

    Even now, years later, the memory sent a shock of heat blazing through her. Carla closed her eyes, remembering every sensation with such clarity it was almost as though it was happening right here, right now.
    She remembered his lips, so full and firm, surprisingly gentle against hers. The way he licked at the seam of her lips, his tongue hot and slick. She parted her lips and braced herself for the onslaught of wet thrusting that had been the hallmark of her limited experience.
    Carla had only hooked up with a handful of guys in her eighteen years, and while most of the make out and heavy petting sessions had started out pleasantly enough, most teenage boys seemed to think girls wanted a tongue thrusting down their throats, clumsy hands squeezing at anything round, and fingers sneaking into panties at the first opportunity.
    But Sam... Carla gave a shaky sigh as Sam's kiss sent a jolt of heat through her. Sam might have only been a few years older, but he kissed like a man. A man who knew exactly what he was doing.
    And why wouldn't he, given all the experience he had. You heard all the whispers of the girls saying how amazing he was. Looks like they weren't lying.
    The thought jolted her a bit, reminding her that she needed to be cautious with Sam. If she didn't want to be used up and cast aside like all the others she was going to have to be careful.
    It was almost impossible to keep that in mind though as Sam sucked her tongue into his mouth, slid it against his, then gave her bottom lip a little nip. She threaded her fingers through his thick, dark hair, reveling in the groan he gave at her touch. She might be inexperienced, she thought, but at least she could make him feel good.
    She kissed him back with everything she had, making up with enthusiasm what she lacked in skill. Soon they were both panting, and a throbbing ache had started between her legs. Sam's hand slid from her waist and covered her breast with his big, long fingered hand.
    Instead of groping and squeezing like every other guy who'd had a personal encounter with her D cups, Sam found her nipple, straining against the fabric of her tank top. He circled it with his thumb, back and forth in a gentle rhythm that had her making little sounds of pleasure in her throat as she squirmed to get closer.
    He let out a groan against the skin of her throat. “Do you have any idea how long I've wanted to do this?”
    Even though she knew it was probably just a line, Sam's words sent a shudder of delight through every nerve. Sam settled more of his weight against her and slid his knee between hers. As he pressed against her she could feel him, hard and hot against her hip.
    She gasped, and a snippet of gossip she'd heard from another girl popped into her head. Oh, my God, the girl had said, Sam O'Connell and I did it last weekend and I swear to God, his dick is so big I didn't even think it would fit.
    At the time, Carla didn't think that sounded so great, but the other girls had seemed to think it was pretty awesome. Now, the feel of his long, thick, erection against her hip sent a rush of moisture between her legs, soaking her panties as she wondered what it would be like to strip Sam naked and see for herself what the girls were talking about.
    Not going to happen, her common sense made one last gasp. You are not getting naked, you are not having sex, and you need to let him know right now what not to expect so there is no misunderstanding.
    Carla had always been up front with the guys she fooled around with that she wasn't going to have sex. She didn't care if it made her uptight, or it meant people call her a prude. And it wasn't like she was committed to virginity until marriage either. She just wanted it to mean something, to be with someone she cared deeply for and who cared deeply for her.
    So far, she hadn't been with anyone who was worth putting herself through what, as far as she could tell, would be a somewhat painful and not so pleasant―for her at least―experience.
    Sam pinched her nipple and took her mouth in another one of those delicious kisses. Oh God, she could give it up to him so easily, and she knew instinctively that there wouldn't be anything unpleasant about it.
    But it wouldn't mean anything. Not to him anyway.
    Carla realized if she didn't act soon Sam and his magic