Page 12 of Dirty Rumors

Once she’s gasping and quivering, I kiss her perfect lips. “Do you want me to taste you now, kitten?”

“Why… Why do you keep calling me that?” she whispers breathlessly.

“Because you’re soft and precious. Is that a yes?” I don’t mention that it’s also because she’s delicate and I have an inexplicable, deep need to care for her.

“Yes.”

Kissing her gently, I slip her panties off as she lifts her hips to help. I fling the scrap of blue lace away, then run my fingertips between her legs and along her buttery soft skin. The low, growling hum that emanates from the bottom of my throat is not coming from me. It’s coming from my libido itself. It’s as if a wild animal is waking up inside me.

I’m on my knees in a flash, wedging her thighs open with my shoulders as I stare right at her pink, glistening pussy. So feminine. So perfect. As I spread her folds carefully with my fingertips, I see the tiny nub of her clit peeking out. My lips wrap around it, tongue flicking against her skin, and I look up into her surprised eyes.

Then she grabs the back of my neck firmly, and something changes in her expression.

And it’s crystal clear that this “no dating” bullshit is finally over.

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NIKKI

Igasp and my body shivers from Carson’s careful touches. The feeling of his tongue on my clit sends sparks through every single square inch of me. The way his thick fingertips part my skin, exploring my folds… I feel like I’m melting.

My mind is spinning, nearly delirious. Have I lost my mind? My discipline? Maybe. But I’ve always been curious, and there was no way I could have passed up this opportunity.

Carson looks up at me, meeting my eyes just before he plunges his tongue inside me. I gasp, gripping his shoulder with one hand and his hair with the other. Oh, god… He already knows exactly how to touch me. Knows what my body needs even better than I do myself.

I've been interested in men since my teens, but I've never felt a true spark with anyone. This goes beyond a spark. It's like a New Year's Eve fireworks display from one of the countries that has seriously lax laws concerning pyrotechnics.

As he stares deeply into my eyes, my resolve to stay single for a while longer wavers. This isn't a crush. This is a true connection.

It feels like my heart is going to burst out of my chest as his gentle touches become more focused. His thumbs part my opening gently, as his tongue plunges slowly in and out. I realize that I'm wet, not just from his mouth, but from deep within me. I'm so aroused that I'm twitching, unable to control my limbs.

"Easy, kitten." His gaze drifts across my heaving breasts before meeting my eyes again. "Can you come on my tongue for me? Because I would love that."

Before I can tell him that I’ve never wanted anything more, his blunt middle finger slips inside me to the first knuckle, just enough to send yet another shower of fireworks through my nervous system.

His mouth circles my clit, his tongue flickering against the surface, as a deeply serious expression flashes through his eyes. This isn't a game to him. He thinks we belong together and he wants me to live here with him and wants to be my first for everything and?—

He sees me sail over the edge, locking his tongue against me and digging in firmly as the climax creates an explosion through every single nerve. I'm not even embarrassed that my hips are writhing, grinding against his face as my shaky hands grab the blanket for stability.

I try to keep it in by biting my lip but let out a stuttering moan anyway, making him grin. He rides the wave with me, then licks me clean before crawling onto the bed. He pulls me up so that I'm lying beside him. I'm not sure why but it feels a bit kinky, me totally naked and him still with his pants on.

A deep, wild compulsion overtakes me, even though I'm still tingling from the most intense orgasm of my life. My hand darts out and before I even realize it I'm unbuttoning his pants without even asking permission.

His wicked grin tells me that I'm allowed to do anything I want to him.

He helps me pull his pants and shorts down several inches, then his eyes fall half closed as my palm closes around the tip. Wow, he really is big all over. My hand slowly traces his length. Frankly, I'm concerned about the girth.

"You have no idea how good that feels, kitten."

"If it feels anything like what you just did to me, I think I kind of do." I smile and lick my lips. "Want me to give it a try?"

He stares at my mouth for just a moment, then surges forward, clutching my body to his as he kisses me with passionate, savage fire.

Thank goodness we're lying down, because a kiss like that would make my knees buckle if we were standing.

His length is warm and hard in my hand as I stroke him slowly from the root to the tip. It takes a minute to get a sense of how hard I should squeeze, but Carson's breathing becomes more rapid and frantic the harder and faster I move. His cock is a bar of steel under his soft skin, and I can feel it pulsing.

"Fuck," he barely breathes into my mouth. "Don't stop, kitten. It's been so damn long. And every single inch of you feels so fucking incredible."

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