Page 12 of Protected By the Surly Carpenter

“I mean, I just want you to know before I devour this sexy little pussy that I’m in this for the long haul. No turning back.”

“You don’t even know me,” she breathes. “Not enough to make a decision like that.”

There I go, grinning again.What the hell?

“No, I really feel like I know you. What kind of person you are. Delicate and beautiful and sweet and charming and the best damn conversationalist I’ve known in my life.” My tongue stretches out to lick a slow line straight through her center as her eyes lose focus. “I just thought I should do the gentlemanly thing and let you know what my intentions are before I…hopefully…make you come on my tongue.”

Her mouth falls open, then she moans as I plunge my tongue inside her while circling her clit with my fingertip.

Pulling in deep, slow breaths, I make a promise to myself to remember this moment until the end of my days. Licking slowly and thoroughly all over her soft skin, I can feel her pulse quicken. Feel every muscle tighten as she shifts, beginning to twitch.

I love how much she wants me. How eager she is to share herself with me. She tastes as sweet as her smile.

Her fingers tighten in my hair as she uses her other elbow to prop herself up slightly in the bed. “Clark…I…”

“Don’t be scared, baby. I’m always going to protect you. That includes every inch of this luscious body.” My left hand scoops under to grab her ass firmly, holding her in position. “Right now I can feel how much you want to come. So just relax and let me taste you.”

I place my tongue on her clit, working my finger inside her just enough to make her hips buck and her thighs tighten around my shoulders. She’s always expressive – with her words, her painting, her body language. Now every twitch, every murmur, is telling me what she needs.

As my tongue drags slowly across her skin, I gradually increase the pace, her stomach rising and falling rapidly as her hard nipples point straight up.

I can feel her tight pussy closing around my finger, as if wanting to pull me deeper. I add a second digit, sinking barely two inches deep, and then her screams echo around the room as her climax overtakes her.

Elena is lovely as she comes – her cheeks and chest flushing, shoulders pitching forward to clutch at me desperately, her eyes locked on mine as she gasps, open-mouthed. I groan as I savor the taste of her juices, licking her clean as her body falls limp.

Lying beside her, I love the way she snuggles right into my arms. “That was amazing.” Her breathing is still elevated, but she stretches out languidly, as if she’s exhausted.

“Good. Do you need a glass of water or anything before we sleep?”

Her head jerks up. “You honestly think I could sleep afterthat?!”

6

ELENA

Ifeel like the princess who has been rescued from the castle – by which I mean, from my life of running and wandering. From the great unknown of not knowing where I’m going to live. And countless other little details that have come into focus now that I know Clark could be the one.

Even if he’s a bit nuts. If he thinks I couldpossiblygo to sleep without making him come as well, he’s out of his mind.

My hands are shaking as I reach out to stroke the center of his chest. I gradually move my hand lower, dipping it into the front of his jeans, then his shorts. Sure, I’m a bit nervous. But he touches me as if he already knows what I want. So why not attempt to do the same for him?

His rippled abs tremble as I pull out his long, thick shaft. He’s staring into my eyes as if he’s trying to pin my gaze with his. But I can’t resist sitting up to look down at the hot, hard cock in my hand.

It’s long, thick, and almost pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Why is that so wildly sexy? I feel like I’m floating on endorphins, which makes sense after a climax so intense it made me dizzy.Maybe I can blame my sudden bravery on that. “You said you sleep naked. Maybe you could…take these off for me?”

His eyes blaze. It’s thrilling to know that I’m the one who got him this fired up. “But what if I’m shy?”

I smirk, squeezing the base of his length a few times before pulling my hand back. “You said that I’m in control tonight. So either you get naked, or I’m putting my clothes back on.”

His jeans and shorts hit the floor in seconds.

Wow.I’ve never admired a man’s thighs before. Every inch of Clark is tight and chiseled and muscular, and yet he doesn’t seem to have any idea how beautiful he is.

His cock looks a bit too big to be real – not that I’m an expert. My palm automatically strokes him gently. I love the soft grinding sound in the back of his throat, as if he’s holding back a growl. “That feels amazing, baby.”

It only takes a few moments of careful experimentation to realize I’m not going to break it. Squeezing harder, I use both hands to move up and down the entire length, smiling as I see the ways his hips twitch.

I’ve studied different languages to some degree, and body language is one of them. Although Clark is a man of few words, he doesn’t hold back with physical expression. His arm wraps around to hold me close as I stroke him while he nibbles along my collarbone. “You already know what I need, baby. Mmm…yeah…just like that.”

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