Private 02 - Private Paradise

hurt.
    He knew he was catching her in a moment of weakness, her guard eroded by her fear and the storm.
    He didn't care. A crack had finally appeared in her armor, and he wasn't above taking advantage of the situation to get her to break through the wall she'd built to keep him out. He would use the undeniable chemistry between them to chip away at her defenses until she broke down and gave him a chance to prove that he'd grown into a man who was actually worthy of her love.
    A brilliant plan, but only if he kept his own raging desire under control. He bit back a groan as his dick stroked against the smooth skin of her stomach, he backed away, kissing his way down her neck, down her chest, pausing to suck and lick her nipples. He groaned as he took her into his mouth again, the sweet taste, the scent of her skin flooding his senses.
    He continued down, wet, sucking kisses down her stomach, sliding off the couch until he was kneeling in front of it. He took her legs and scooted her until she sat upright against the cushions. “Take off your bra,” he said, and as she obeyed with trembling hands, he hooked his own shaking fingers in the waistband of her panties.
    He kept his eyes glued on her face as he dragged the scrap of silk and lace down her smooth thighs and calves. She was so damn beautiful, he thought, feeling that familiar tightness in his throat he got every time he looked at her.
    Her cheeks were flushed, her dark eyes burning with need, her mouth plump and red from his kisses. With her dark hair spilling in damp waves over her tanned shoulders and full breasts she was like sex incarnate, a luscious fruit, ripe and ready for the taking.
    “ God you are so fucking beautiful you make my chest hurt,” he murmured as he hooked first one, then her other knee over his shoulders.
    Talk about luscious... with her legs spread to accommodate the span of his chest, she was totally exposed to his gaze. He'd felt her, tasted her, dozens of times in the past, but in all the times they'd messed around it had always been under the cover of darkness.
    Now, he felt his mouth water as he gazed at the hot sweetness between Carla's thighs. Completely smooth except for a neat patch of curls at the top of her slit. Pink, perfect, glistening with the evidence of her need. Sam felt his balls pull tight against his body as another surge of lust coursed through him, and he suddenly felt like he might actually die if he went another second without tasting her.
    He parted her with a sweep of his thumbs and took her into his mouth, the sweet, salty taste of her made the blood roar in his brain as her soft, “ooh” of satisfaction went straight to his core. “God, you taste even better than I remember,” he murmured as he circled her clit with his tongue. Slow, firm strokes, mixed in with soft sucks to get her going.
    Sam remembered everything Carla liked.
    He moved lower to dip his tongue inside, groaning at the surge of moisture that bathed his tongue. “Remember how embarrassed you were the first time I ever did this?” He'd worked her three nights in a row, pleading, persuading, convincing her that while getting her off with his fingers while he sucked her tits got the job done, she wouldn't know the meaning of pleasure until she let him go down on her.
    He sucked her clit into his mouth, felt her hips arch up to urge him deeper. “You were so nervous I could feel your heartbeat against my tongue.” Another firm slide of his tongue and Carla threaded her fingers through his hair.
    He slid a finger inside, groaning at the way the tight muscles clenched him hard. He slid another finger in, feeling her stretch around him, felt a bead of precome bathe his cock when he imagined how it was going to feel to have her stretch around his thick length. He was dying to get inside her, but for now he needed to focus on her, her pleasure, drive her out of her mind and drive away all the bad memories, leaving only the good stuff behind.
    “ And then I licked you and sucked you and fucked you with my fingers until you came, just like I'm going to do tonight.” He felt the muscles of her thighs clench against his shoulders and knew she was close.
    He pushed his fingers deeper, pressing against the bundle of nerves hidden inside. She let out a harsh cry as her body convulsed, the tight muscles of her pussy contracting and pulling at his fingers as though trying to suck him even deeper.
    She collapsed back onto the couch as Sam rose to his