Private 02 - Private Paradise

muscles of his ass. She hitched her knees up higher, urging him harder, faster, as she strove for the release hovering just beyond her reach.
    Sam shifted over her, moving higher on her body until the base of his cock rubbed against her clit with every thrust. Two slick thrusts and Carla felt herself fly over the edge, crying out as her body milked him hard.
    Sam bent his head, caught her cries in his mouth as he rode her through it, the thick slide and drag of him kept the pleasure going on and on until she wasn't sure if she was having multiple orgasms or one seemingly endless one.
    She didn't care, not as long as Sam kept up his relentless thrusts, faster, harder, until she became oblivious to anything but the feel of him, hot and hard and huge inside of her.
    He reared up on his knees, his face tight with strain as he pounded into her. Suddenly he stiffened, his fingers gripped her hips as he held himself buried deep inside. “Carla,” he called her name harshly and she felt his cock jerk and pulse inside her, felt her body clench in response.
    Then he collapsed on the mattress next to her and rolled to his back. He pulled her across his chest and wrapped his arm tight around her shoulders like he was afraid she was going to make a run for it.
    Carla nuzzled into his chest, unable to even muster up the energy to tell him he had nothing to worry about. With little aftershocks of pleasure tingling through her limbs, her body replete with not one but two (or possibly infinite) orgasms, she was pretty sure she wouldn't make it more than halfway across the room before collapsing.
    He let out a satisfied sigh and his hand stroked lazily down her back and hip, paused to give her butt a squeeze before trailing back up her to her shoulder, leaving a trail of heat in its wake. Carla closed her eyes and took a deep breath, absorbing the scents of him, of her, of sex swimming around them in a delicious, musky cloud.
    Tried not to think about how good it felt―not the sex―lying here in Sam's arms, the way she had that summer under the stars. He'd spend hours pleasuring her, then cuddle her close. He'd made her feel so warm, so safe. So cared for.
    Right. Try to remember how well he cared for you before you get all mooney again.
    Yet she couldn't make herself pull away from the strong, muscular arms, the huge hands that stroked her so tenderly for of their strength and size. You can handle this. You aren't a naïve teenager anymore whose out of control hormones fooled her into thinking she was in love. You can enjoy this for what it is, an orgy of pleasure that you'll both forget about when the craziness ends and things go back to normal.
    “ Do you have any idea how long I've waited for that?” Sam muttered against the top of her head.
    Carla propped her arms on his chest so she could look at him. “Let me guess,” she said, trying to keep her tone light. “About a week?”
    She didn't realize her mistake in looking at him until it was too late. With his thick hair rumpled and mouth quirked in a sexy half smile, he was every inch the naughty bad boy who knew how to do things to her she'd never even dreamed of.
    But it was the look in his electric blue eyes that made her feel like a fist was squeezing her chest. Glowing with the warmth of banked lust, but there was something else there too. Adoration. At least, that's what she'd mistaken it for all those years ago before she'd realized that someone who adored her would never have treated her the way he had.
    Yet she couldn't make herself pull away as he reached his hand out to brush a lock of hair back over her shoulder. Mesmerized by the way he was looking at her, with what she could only call reverence in his eyes, like he was the luckiest man in the world to be with her right now. “Try about eleven years. I never stopped thinking about you. I never stopped wanting you.”
    Her stomach flipped at the thought of Sam spending the past eleven years thinking about her, kicking himself, as he'd said before, for how he'd pushed her away.
    Oh, Sam, you're good. I thought you were a master before, but now you've moved into champion player territory. She pushed herself off his chest and reached for her robe. “If that's the case it's only because I was the only girl who ever refused to actually fuck you.”
    He caught her hand and tumbled her back onto the bed before she could pull the robe around herself. “That's not it. Besides,” he said, his eyes crinkling