Key West (26 page)

He broke his gaze from the green vine arching up from her cunt to grin. “I thought your pussy should be decorated, too.”

“Mmm,” she said as he drew tiny petals on the daisy closest to her cunt.

“Does it feel good?” he whispered.

She nodded.

Then he lowered his tongue by a few inches, just enough to sink it into her and get a warm taste.

“Oooh,” she moaned.

He smiled, studying his creation, and decided it needed a finishing touch. One more daisy. Scooping just a dab of yellow onto his fingertip, he made a delicate circle at the very top of her slit. Moving his finger round and round, he glanced up to find her watching closely, lips sensually parted, eyes heated.

Finally, he went for more white and stroked dainty petals upward into her pubic hair, out toward her hips, downward onto the soft flesh of her pussy.

Lowering a kiss to her clit, he met her gaze. “Do you like it?”

“Mmm, yes, baby.”

He licked her again, slower, firmer this time, pressing his tongue solidly against the nub jutting from her folds.

“Ohhhh,” she sighed.

“More?” he teased.

She nodded vigorously, her breath coming ragged now.

He considered tormenting her further, but he couldn’t resist the allure of the sweet, wet pussy glistening just below his face. Clearly, her cunt was in need of his attention and he was going to revel in giving it to her.

Slowly, he sank his tongue deep into her soaking gap, easing it down, down, to her tight opening. The briny taste of her filled his senses as he stiffened his tongue into a tight roll and thrust it past her inner lips into the hole usually reserved for his cock or a vibrator.

So warm. So wet. His tongue slid slickly in and out, fucking her, his whole face pressing into her, soaking in her wet folds.

Above him, she whimpered and pushed back, sliding her cunt onto his rigid tongue. “More, baby. Please give me more,” she panted.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t give her more tongue, but he could give her more of something else. Extracting his tongue, he dragged it up over her clit, delivering an open-mouthed French kiss to the needy nub. She howled with pleasure and he continued laving the pink protrusion as he reached beneath the foot of the bed, where they’d stashed the vibrators.

He grabbed onto the first one he found—the middle-sized, cock-shaped one. Plunging it into the opening beneath his mouth, he twisted the end to turn it on. She cried out as the hum filled the air, and when he began to deliver smooth, hard strokes, she moaned at each. He sucked her clit in time with his thrusts and realized she was out of control with excitement in a matter of seconds. God, it killed him to think this was the first time she’d known such multiple pleasures, yet just the same, he was thrilled to be the man delivering them.

That’s right, angel. Scream for me. Love to hear you scream.

Her high-pitched cries fueled him as he sucked her clit and fucked her with the buzzing toy. His cock ached, rising taut against his stomach muscles. She was so fucking beautiful, so fucking
real
. How many slick, glossy women had he taken to bed only to discover personalities as manufactured as their enhanced breasts? How many girls-gone-wild who’d put on false all-sex, all-the-time personas to come to Key West and be something they weren’t for a few days? He’d never realized he might want more, might
need
more—but Carrie was forcing him to realize that maybe something had been missing in his life. Pleasuring her was almost like pleasuring himself; that’s how good it felt. Her reactions—ranging from tender and sweet to hot and dirty—drove him like nothing ever had before.

So he licked her, harder, harder, her moans wafting over him as the reward for his toil until all he knew was the taste and scent of her juices, the sound of her pleasure, the pump of her cunt against his mouth and the whirring vibrator that filled her.

When she came, her cries of joy crashed down over him like a wave of heat, but he didn’t stop working at her lovely little pussy—he raked his tongue over her again and again, wanting her to milk every drop of joy from her orgasm, wanting to stretch it out, longer, longer. He thrust the faux cock into her deeper, harder—and to his satisfaction, her hot moans and whimpers seemed to go on interminably, lasting long after he’d expected them to cease.

After awhile, she finally quieted, her body trembling beneath him, her breath coming in short, quivery bursts. Lowering a final kiss to her clit, he rose to look at her. Her eyes were shut, her lips parted, her hair wild as it fanned around her on the bed.

“How do you
do
that?” she said without opening her eyes.

“Do what?”

“Make me come so long.”

He grinned. “Really? Your orgasm was extra-long? I thought maybe I imagined that because I wanted it to be true.”

She nodded, looking exhausted. “I thought it would never end. I feel totally wrung out.”

He thought back to the way she phrased the question, as if this were an ongoing phenomenon. “Has it been like that before? I mean, with me?”

Another nod. “You give unbelievable climaxes.”

A rush of masculine pride washed through him as he eased up onto the bed to lie beside her. He propped himself on one elbow and gazed down on her as he ran his hand over her stomach and up onto her daisy-painted breast. “You must inspire me.”

She flashed him a coy grin. “I’m feeling sort of inspired myself.”

Pushing to a sitting position, she reached down to run her palm over his thick cock. A ripple of pleasure buffeted him and he let out a light groan. “I thought you were wrung out.”

“I am, but I’m suddenly feeling like an
artiste
,” she teased. He looked up to see she’d reached for the tins of color. “I can’t let such inspiration go to waste.”

Chris grabbed a pillow for himself, putting his hands behind his head. He intended to have a good view of this. “What are you gonna paint on me, angel?”

She stared off into space for a moment, as if seeking her muse, then lowered her gaze. “You’ll see,” she said with a smile.

He watched as she dipped a gooey blob of yellow onto her finger.

“Whoa, there, honey—that’s a lot of paint.”

She began to smear it next to his cock, where it lay curved across his abdomen. “No delicate daisies for
you
.”

“Ah, so I’m getting something big and manly,” he laughed, watching her work. After yellow, she made the same design on the other side of his shaft in blue. A little farther down, she worked with orange, and then, beneath the original yellow shape, she created one in green. Watching intently as she created stripes of different colors in odd shapes, then filled in eyes, he finally figured out what she was painting. He spoke dryly. “I’m getting something big and manly like…fish?”

She gave him a cute smile. “I thought they related to your livelihood, you know?”

He couldn’t help grinning. God, she was adorable.

“And besides, I’m not
really
an artist. But I thought I could probably do passable fish.”

They both looked down at her creation. “Why are they staring at my cock?” he asked.

She tilted her head, considering the question. “I guess they’re just amazed by how big it is.”

He nodded with gratification. “So they’re
girl
fish.”

She laughed. “I guess so.”

But, still studying them, he tilted his head the other way, having come up with a more compelling thought. “Or maybe they’re
guy
fish…and they’re waiting to see you put it in your mouth.”

Leaning her face down low over him as she gripped his thighs, she sensuously licked her upper lip. “Do you like to watch me do that, baby?”

As his dick turned even more rigid, he arched one brow in her direction. “Watching you go down on me is almost enough to make me come. When you slide those pretty lips up and down…mmm, angel, there aren’t any words to describe how good it feels.”

Still meeting his gaze, she raked the tip of her tongue from the base of his cock upward in a long, slow line. He let out a groan and tried to muster a smile, but damn, she turned him so weak sometimes.

Wrapping her fist around his erection, she levered it upright and licked his pre-come off the tip, sending another frisson of pleasure ricocheting through him. Then she treated him to another of her sweet, angelic smiles as she glanced down. “I think the fish are enjoying this.”

He nodded against the pillow. “I think so, too.” He summoned a wicked expression. “They want more, though.”

Her look was one of playful amusement. “Oh, they do, huh?”

He gave another nod.

She licked her lips, suddenly looking seductive as hell. “Well, that’s good, because I want more, too. I want my mouth
filled
with this beautiful cock.”

Just the promise sent a dart of sensation plunging through him, even before she poised her rounded lips at the head of his shaft and sank down, enveloping him in wet warmth. A moan escaped him as he watched her lips spreading into a wide “o” to cocoon his erection. She went low, lower—his cock pulsed madly when he felt the tip being eased toward her throat. As he’d told her, she looked so incredibly beautiful taking him into her this way, her eyes both earnest and glassy with passion as he watched her work.

Finally, she pulled back, just slightly, enough to move her mouth up and down his length in long, smooth strokes that wrapped around him nearly as snug as her perfect pussy. He softly met her strokes, gently thrusting between her welcoming lips. Without quite planning it, he reached down, locking his fingers into her spiraling curls. “Yeah, baby, so good,” he breathed over her. “So fucking good.”

She sucked him that way for a long while, so long that he was amazed he could keep from coming. Although he’d had enough practice that he could generally hold back and pleasure a woman for as long as he wanted, with Carrie, it continued to be different. It wasn’t that his control had faded entirely, but she certainly taxed it. She lifted him to levels of excitement he’d never experienced before. And each pull of her mouth on his cock sent a tugging sensation somewhere else, as well—to his heart. He’d felt the strange sensation with her from the beginning, but every day he spent with her, it grew stronger, as if a string were connected from his chest to his groin. Every time he felt something down
there
, he felt it moving through him up above, too.

Finally, she pulled back, freeing her mouth to cast a sexy smile over his wet shaft.

“What happened to the innocent little angel I met a few days ago?” he asked.

“She traded in her wings and halo and got
you
. A very good deal.”

He grinned. “You think so?”

“Definitely. I’m so glad I didn’t marry Jon. If I had, I’d have never gotten to experience you, and everything we’ve done together.”

“Wow.” He’d given her enough that she was actually
thankful
her marriage had fallen through? His chest pulled tight and he found himself thinking about what Shay had said. That Carrie was different. That Shay was afraid he would change because of her. Even leave to be with her.

He pulled in his breath, realizing it almost sounded easy. To leave when she did. To go wherever she went. To give up the life he’d worked so hard to build here.

But no. Why assume she even
wanted
him in such a permanent way? So he’d helped her get her head on straight about her dissolved wedding, helped her get through that pain and given her some new experiences in the process. That didn’t have anything to do with the future—that was all about
now
. So it remained stupid to torture himself by thinking beyond this week, this moment.

“With wings or without,” he whispered, “you’re perfect. And Jon was an idiot if he didn’t realize that.”

After he spoke, her look turned more passionate, almost feral. “Come in my mouth,” she said.

It caught him off guard. “What?”

“I want you to come in my mouth. I want to do that for you. I want to feel you explode in there. I want to swallow your semen.”

Her words nearly took his breath, but she didn’t notice, clamping her lips warm and close around his stiff cock and sucking deep with each stroke. Pleasure buffeted him, wrenching deep moans from his gut.

The bliss urged his eyes shut as he leaned his head back, drinking in the all-encompassing sensations, but he wanted to watch her,
needed
to watch her, so he forced them back open. Her lips, sinking down on him again and again, had gone pale from their efforts, and it aroused him even further to think of them being stretched the way her pussy had been, to think she felt his dick going in and out of her mouth with that much intensity. Her eyes were wild—passionate green orbs that turned her expression into one more like a jungle cat than a naïve angel. Her body curved out behind her, all round flesh and deepening tan lines that turned her exotic, erotic. He wished like hell he could reach her, touch her, run his hands over those smooth curves—but she’d made it clear that right now was all about his cock and her mouth, nothing else.

He thrust his erection, breathing, “Yes, baby,” as he watched it burrow deeper between her lips, as he watched her work harder and harder on him, a heated beauty intent on getting as much of his cock inside her mouth as possible, and at the moment, the only thing she had in common with an angel was that she was taking him to heaven.