Private 02 - Private Paradise

eyes, and any lingering chill in her body fled at what she saw in their depths.
    Need, raw and naked, burned in his gaze as he reached for her.
    Alarm bells sounded in her head, trying to remind her of why giving in to Sam would be a colossal mistake, resulting in nothing but hurt feelings at best and a broken heart at worst. As he pressed her back against the cushions, his mouth so close she could feel the warmth of his breath tease her lips, she said, her voice still shaking but no longer with cold, “We can't do this Sam. This will only cause trouble.”
    “ I like trouble,” he whispered as he closed the distance.
    Any protest she might have formed disappeared at the first contact. She didn't know if it was the stress of the last several months, compounded in the last week of working so close to Sam, or the primal fear the storm evoked, but she felt the last fragile thread of her control snap at the feel of Sam's tongue flicking against the seam of her lips.
    She parted hers, sucked his tongue inside, his spicy taste flooding her senses and making her forget all the reasons why she needed to stop this before it went any farther. She felt a tug at her waist and her robe fell open. She settled back against the cushions as Sam pushed his own robe off his shoulders.
    Unlike her, Sam hadn't kept his underwear on. Her breath caught at the sight of his naked body, sending a rush of warmth to the pulsing flesh at the juncture of her thighs. His cock jutted hugely from between his legs, straining up his abdomen until it nearly touched his navel. Hair roughened, heavily muscled thighs parted hers as he settled over her.
    She gasped at the first brush of his cock against the smooth skin of her stomach. He took her mouth with a groan, kissing her slow and deep until she was arching her hips and rubbing herself against him like a cat in heat.
    “ Do you have any idea,” Sam said as he nipped and sucked his way down her throat, “how bad I've wanted to do this from the first second I saw you again?”
    Carla's breath caught on a moan as he tugged a satin cup of her bra aside to reveal a breast. He circled her nipple with his tongue, took it between his lips to suck her hard. “All week,” he muttered against the soft fullness, “with you prancing around in your little dresses,” he yanked the other side of her bra down and gave her other breast a firm squeeze. “Your perfect tits spilling over the top,” he groaned.
    He sucked and tongued at her nipples as her hands coursed up and down the smooth hard lines of his back. She could feel his cock, hard and pulsing against her inner thigh, and felt an answering pulse as another rush of moisture drenched the thin silk of her panties.
    “ Teasing me with your short skirts,” he whispered. She shivered as his big, callused palm slid up and down the outside of her thigh. He leaned up again to deliver another one of those soul shattering kisses. “All I could think about was sliding my hand up to see if you feel as good as I remember.”
    His hand slid between her thighs to cup her through the thin silk of her panties. He slipped his fingers inside, delving into folds gone slick with desire. “Oh, Jesus, you're so wet,” he murmured against her lips. “I always loved how wet you got.”
    Carla felt something tug at her heart at the memory of what they'd once shared...and how it had ended. She shoved it aside. What was happening here had nothing to do with the past. It was all about scratching an itch, releasing the tension, and moving on with no regrets.
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    Sam pressed his fingers into the slick folds of Carla's pussy, silently marveling at the feeling of touching, tasting her, being with her again after all these years. He sucked her tongue into his mouth as he stroked her clit. Oh, God, he'd forgotten how much he loved the little sounds she made in the back of her throat when she got turned on. They sent a spark of heat straight to his dick and he felt his skin stretch even tighter over his already engorged flesh.
    He wanted to rip off her panties, spread her legs wide and shove himself deep and hard inside her, but he held a tight rein on the need pounding through him. He needed to go slow, take his time to remind her of all the pleasure he could give her, how good he could make her feel.
    Do whatever he could to chase away the memory of how he'd lashed out at her in a rush of fear and self doubt, even when she was the last person on earth he'd ever meant to