Private 02 - Private Paradise

slashes of color that appeared on Sam's cheekbones. She stole a glance down the front of his body, her breath catching in her chest when she saw the way his cock was already tenting out the front of his shorts.
    And they hadn't even touched each other yet.
    Despite his obvious arousal, Sam seemed content to watch her. Like a big cat eyeing a gazelle, watching, waiting for the right moment to pounce.
    Every cell in her body tingled with awareness and she felt her nipples pull tight under the robe. Between her legs she was already damp, the pulse beat growing stronger with every second he held her gaze.
    Never breaking her stare, she put the cup of ice cream down on the table and took another spoonful. As she sat back, she gave a little shrug, enough to make one sleeve of her robe slide down her shoulder, baring most of her breast to his gaze.
    She'd never teased a lover like this, flirted and provoked, the aroused tension in the air growing thicker as she waited for him to make his move. She'd never wanted to before.
    But from the beginning Sam had tapped into the naughty girl she'd never known existed inside her. Making her want to experience the wicked pleasures his all too knowing eyes promised. Making her wait in breathless anticipation as she wondered what he'd do next.
    The spoon in her hand tilted, and a dollop of rapidly melting ice cream landed on the swell of her breast.
    “ Oops,” she said, her left eyebrow cocked, daring him.
    Sam pushed himself up from his seat, his wicked smile sending a shiver of anticipation through her. He bent over her, the dark silk of his hair tickled her neck as he leaned down and swirled his tongue against her skin, capturing every last trace of ice cream.
    He lifted his head. “Delicious.” His mouth came down over hers, hot, hungry. His tongue thrust between her lips, and she sucked him in as she felt the knot of desire between her legs pull even tighter. She kept her mouth glued to his and helped Sam push her robe the rest of the way off and toss it to the floor.
    She heard a faint clinking sound and then gasped as cold liquid drizzled over her breasts. Carla arched her back and squirmed as Sam bent his head to her, licking her clean as he followed the rivulets of ice cream down the slopes of her breasts, circling back to her nipples in a series of teasing licks that pulled breathless, pleading sounds from her throat.
    Finally, his lips closed tightly over one nipple, pulling hard as his fingers gave the other a firm pinch. “God I love your tits,” he murmured, his tone almost worshipful as he alternated firm sucking with soft flicks of his tongue. He reached for the spoon, painted each dark peak, pleasured her with deep, hard pulls of his lips.
    She cried out at the answering throb of her sex. Clutching his shoulders, she parted her legs wide, arching until she could rub herself against the hard ridge of his abs. The delicious pressure wasn't enough, and as he continued to lick and suck her nipples, her body tightened in a need so intense it bordered on pain.
    Her cries grew more frantic, her movements jerky as she shifted under him, trying to find the right angle, the right pressure, that would push her over the edge.
    “ What's the matter, baby?” Sam's low voice rumbled through her. “Your pussy feeling neglected?” he asked with a soft chuckle and slid his hand down her stomach, his fingers stopping just inches from the little patch of curls at the top of her slit.
    Carla moaned and arched her back, trying to get those fingers to slide just another inch lower, knowing that all it would take was one brush of her clit to send her flying over the edge.
    But Sam kept his hand there and reached for cup of ice cream with the other. Carla cried out as cold liquid poured over her mound, half expecting to hear a sizzle as it hit her heated flesh. The soft drizzle of it on her clit was enough to send the first throbbing pulse of orgasm through her core.
    She watched, breathless as Sam bent his dark head to her, his eyes glittering in the lamplight as they locked on her face. He ran the flat of his tongue along the outside of her lips, licking her clean, driving her insane as he stayed along the edges of her sex, tonguing and sucking her swollen, sensitive flesh but never hitting the exact spot where she so desperately needed him.
    Her body soaked with sweat, her sex drenched with her need, Carla was about to beg when Sam finally gave her what she needed. Two thick