Private 02 - Private Paradise

feet. He ignored her murmur of protest as he scooped her up in his arms. The wind howled and moaned outside, and he could hear the violent drumming of the raindrops against the roof tiles as he carried her back to the villa's bedroom.
    He laid her across the king size, four poster bed, and followed her down. He loved how she looked after she came, all flushed and sloe-eyed, a lazy smile of satisfaction pulling at her swollen lips. He'd done that to her, he thought with a pinch of pride and something else he wasn't sure he wanted to examine too closely.
    He hissed as the over-sensitized tip of his dick brushed against the skin of her stomach. Christ, if he wasn't careful he was going to come all over her before he even got an inside her.
    No way could he fuck this up, not when he'd been dreaming for eleven years of everything he'd missed. He kissed her, slow and deep, slid his hand up and down her side as he coaxed her body out of its post orgasmic languor. He bent his head to her tits, sucked and pulled on her nipples until she was moaning and arching against him while he ground his dick into the mattress and strained to hold himself together.
    Finally, when she was clawing at his back, whispering, “please, please,” as she ground her sex against him Sam forced himself away long enough to reach into the bed stand to retrieve a condom from the intimacy kids provided in each of Holley Cay's rooms.
    He tore it open, giving a brief thanks to his good friend Chris who'd had the foresight, when he'd started the resort, to anticipate all of his guests' needs.
    He knelt between Carla's thighs, his mouth going temporarily dry as he saw the way she was looking at him, her dark eyes hot with need, her tongue flicking out to wet her plump bottom lip as she stared at his cock straining and throbbing between his legs. With her knees drawn up and her thighs parted, she offered him a delicious view of her pussy, wet and swollen with need. Waiting for him to come inside.
    Sam had been with a lot of women in his thirty two years, but no one had ever made him feel like Carla. Like he was going to die if he didn't get as deep inside her as he possibly could. Making him so hot and hard he was sure he could come just looking at her.
    Several seconds passed. “Are you going to put that on and do me or do you need a hand?” she asked, one eyebrow cocked knowingly.
    A chuckle ripped from his chest at the question, so direct, so sassy, so Carla. “As much as I love the idea I'm afraid if you so much as breathe on it this will all end a lot quicker than either of us want it to.”
    He rolled the condom on with hands that shook, clenching his jaw at the feel of his own hand. He fit himself against the entrance of her sex, echoing her gasp as he circled her clit and slid himself against her folds, bathing in her until his cock was slick and shiny with her juice. “Do you know how long I've dreamed of this?”
    His eyes nearly rolled back in his head as he pushed inside, felt the tight grip of her body taking him in. “Do you know how many nights I woke up, dreaming I was finally fucking you for real, only to wake up sad and alone with my own hand wrapped around my dick?”
    He hooked his elbow under her knee, opening her up as he withdrew almost all of the way and then thrust back inside, a little deeper this time.
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    “ You're so tight, so fucking perfect,” Sam groaned.
    Carla shivered and moaned, as much at Sam's words as at the feel of his cock sliding inside of her, stretching her tight as he drove deeper with every strong thrust of his hips.
    “ That's it, take me, take me all the way in,” Sam rumbled. Carla gasped as he pressed deep, deeper than any man had ever gone before. Gasped again as he withdrew, the head of his cock dragging against her sex, already swollen and sensitive from her first explosive orgasm. She'd come down from that feeling like she'd been blown into a million pieces, content to lie back and let him do what he needed to do.
    But Sam brought her back to the edge with sure strokes of his hands and slow, deep thrusts of his hips. He bent his head, took her nipple into his mouth, ripping a cry from her throat as her body clenched around the thick club buried inside of her. She felt herself stiffen, every sinew drawn tight as a violin string as a second orgasm built.
    “ Oh, God, I think I'm going to come again,” she said breathlessly. She slid her hands down his back, dug her fingers into the firm