Private 02 - Private Paradise

fingers slid inside her at the exact moment his lips closed over her clit and gave it a hard pull.
    Carla's fingers tangled in his hair as she shot straight to the stratosphere, coming so hard she saw stars. When she came back to herself, Sam's head was still between her splayed legs, his mouth resting against the moist skin of her inner thigh.
    She shifted as though to sit up.
    “ Where do you think you're going?” He asked, his big hand clamping down against her inner thigh.
    “ Well, I came...” she said, her voice trailing off in a rush of self-consciousness. She was as rusty with naughty banter as she was with sexual teasing.
    “ That doesn't mean I'm finished down here, not by a long shot.”
    There was no way she could come again any time soon, not after the tremor that had just rocked her. “Sam, I can't...” She tried again to shift away. His hand clamped tighter on her leg and his mouth moved over the tendon where her inner thigh connected to her pelvis.
    She felt a slight pinch, barely got over the shock of realization that he had just bitten her when pleasure jolted through her, pulsing in her sex, traveling up to tingle in the tips of her breasts.
    Carla gave another surprised moan as he continued to nibble, never imagining that a cord of connective tissue she'd never given much thought to could be such an erogenous zone. By the time Sam spread the lips of her sex apart and bent to circle her clit with soft strokes of his tongue, Carla realized there was a lot she didn't know about her body.
    And a lot Sam did.
    “ Your pussy tastes even sweeter without the ice cream,” Sam murmured as she laid back and gave herself over to the pleasure he was so determined to give her. “Sweet and juicy as a perfectly ripe peach. I've been going crazy, craving the taste of you. And now that I've had another taste, I'm never going to get enough of you.”
    His words made something pinch in her chest, made it hard to remember that this was about sex, about the pleasure he could give her, and wouldn't last a second past the aftermath of the storm. But when he said things like that, made her feel like he'd never wanted a woman more, when he licked and sucked her pussy like she was the most delicious thing he'd ever tasted, she felt the hairline fractures in the wall around her heart crack open a little wider.
    Letting little pieces of herself seep out. Making room for him to seep in.
    His tongue slid down farther, thrusting inside, licking, tasting all of her like he was starving for her. Though she would have thought it impossible, she felt her body tighten in anticipation of another orgasm, throbbing and aching with such intensity it danced on the edge of pain.
    Her moans grew louder, more frantic as she strained for release.
    “ That's it baby,” Sam murmured and moved his mouth higher so he could suck on her clit. She gasped, arching as he slid one, then two thick fingers inside her, thrusting and twisting in rhythm with his tongue. “Come for me,” he said. “I'll never get enough of you coming in my mouth.”
    She had no choice but to obey his command, her body shaking and jerking as she came. As another wave crashed over her he pushed himself up and kissed her, muffling her frantic whimpers.
    With his fingers buried deep and his thumb a firm pressure on her throbbing clit, the pleasure went on and on. Carla threaded shaky fingers through his hair and licked and sucked at his mouth, the taste of him mixed with that of her own desire calling to some primitive place inside her. Unbelievably, she felt another peak crashing over her, pulsing heavily out from her core, her body contracting with such force she couldn't even cry out, her head thrashing against the cushions as her mouth opened wide on a silent scream.
    She collapsed back, her body twitching as she felt Sam pull his hand away from her swollen, over-sensitized sex. He curled himself around her, rained soft, soothing kisses over her cheeks and lips as the currents of pleasure slowed enough for her to breathe again.
    As awareness crept in she realized that while she had all but melted in a puddle of satisfaction, Sam was tense against her, his muscled body radiating heat. She could smell his need on his skin, could hear it in the tightness of his breath. He still had his shorts on, but she could feel his cock, hard and insistent against her hip, hot as a brand even through the fabric.
    Carla licked inside his mouth, tasting his groan as she slid