Private 02 - Private Paradise

under her hands, so huge―topping her measly five foot two by at least a foot. And every inch packed with lean muscles that bulged and shifted as he rocked himself against her.
    He groaned back and reached back one hand to tug his shirt over his head. He slid his hand up her stomach, catching the hem of her own shirt to tug it up her chest. She was glad the darkness hid her blush as she lay there in just her bra and her shorts. She wasn't completely inexperienced, but there was something in the way Sam looked down at her, like he could see every secret coiled in her heart.
    He settled back down over her, and she gave a little gasp at the feel of his skin against hers. He was so hot, chasing away the cold of the desert night. She could feel his heart beating against her chest, feel the dusting of hair on his chest rasp against her stomach as he kissed his way down her chest and between her breasts.
    His hand covered her breast, his thumb circling the hard peak through her bra, making her squirm and rock her hips against his. She felt the tightness between her legs, the urgency zipping through every nerve, her skin stretched too tight over her body.
    He peeled back one cup and she bit her lip. She should stop him before this went too far, but it felt so good, the way his callused thumb rasped against her bare, tight nipple. And oh, God, his hot tongue circling as the cool night breeze made her skin prickle with goosebumps.
    “ Sam, I don't―” her words stuck in her throat as he sucked her into his mouth. She'd never let a boy do this before and knew she should stop him, but the firm pulls of his lips, his circling tongue, the way he closed his teeth over the peak...
    She tangled her hand in his hair with the thought of pulling his head away, but instead found herself pulling him closer, luxuriating in the silky waves. She dug her shoulders into the ground, so mindless with pleasure she didn't feel the hard ground or the rocks digging into her shoulders as she arched her back, urging him to suck her deeper, harder.
    She felt his hand slide down her stomach, down the front of her shorts to cup her between her legs. He circled the heel of his palm against her through the stiff cotton fabric. She rocked herself against him, trying to get closer contact but it wasn't enough.
    Then his hand was gone and she gave a frustrated moan, only to freeze when she felt his fingers tugging at the button at her waistband. She caught his wrist. “Sam, I don't want to.. I'm not ready to...” she hoped he wouldn't get mad, call her a prude and storm off like Nick Greene who'd taken her to prom.
    Sam kept his hand where it was. He leaned up and kissed her, deep, drugging kisses that made her blood run like thick, sweet honey in her veins. “I know, you don't have to worry. We won't do it until you're ready. But tonight I'd really love to make you come.”
    Carla felt like her whole body was blushing at his frank words. Her pulse pounded between her thighs with renewed urgency. She shifted her knees wider and gave him a little nod.
    He flicked open the button of her shorts and the buzz of her zipper lowering seemed to echo in the quiet stillness. Her heart pounded against her ribs and her breath came in nervous pants as he slid his hand down the front of her panties.
    His fingers stroked through her curls and slid down farther, parted her. Another wave of self-consciousness at the sound her own wetness made against his probing fingers. She was drenched down there, her panties drenched, her flesh slick and slippery against Sam's long, strong fingers.
    Did other girls get so wet? Obviously that was what was supposed to happen, but was she maybe a little excessive? Was he disgusted?
    All of her fears dissolved as Sam groaned, “You feel so good. You're so fucking hot,” against her neck as his fingers parted her. She let out a surprised cry as his fingers stroked and circled the tight knot of her clit. He slid his hand down farther, and she let out a gasp as he slid a finger inside her.
    At first the invasion felt strange, almost uncomfortable, but as he moved his finger in and out in slow, slick thrusts she could feel her body tighten around him. He slipped in a second finger to join the first, and she could feel her body stretch to fit him.
    This would be what it would be like to have sex with him, she thought. Then all thought became impossible as his thumb burrowed into her slick folds to circle her clit in a firm rhythm as his