Page 74 of Casita Casanova
I break the kiss, pulling back to look into her big brown eyes. They’re dark and heavy, her face flushed and her lips swollen and pink. I shake my head at how fucking sexy she is, then I lower myself to the floor and tug her bikini bottoms down her legs without breaking eye contact.
The soft pants coming from her lips are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard.
I reach up and wrap my hand around the base of her throat, then lift one leg over my shoulder, gripping it firmly with my other hand.
Her pussy is beautiful, wet and ready for me.
I don’t want to keep her waiting, so I press my mouth between her thighs and taste her, growling when the sweet tartness hits my tongue, a touch of salt from the ocean still lingers on her skin, and it’s a heady combination that makes me drive my tongue against her harder, lapping and sucking for more of that sweet flavor.
I tighten my grip on her throat and she moans, then thrusts her hips forward.
Smiling against her soaked center, I massage my other hand up her thigh, then slide it down between her legs to finger her opening. With my two middle fingers, I draw slow circles around the hole until my fingers are wet and they slip inside her easily.
It doesn’t take long to bring her to the edge, and I don’t know if that’s due to my abilities or the fact that she’s been neglected, but if it’s the latter, I plan to rectify that as long as I’m here.
This woman should have never been neglected.
I moan against her, then suck her clit into my mouth, teasing it with the tip of my tongue as I pump my fingers into her.
She cries out. Her hands fly into my hair. Her legs flex and tremble. She’s so close, but holding back.
“I’ve got you,” I say against her skin. “Just let go.”
Maryn looks down at me, and when our gazes lock, I whisper again, “Just let go.”
I turn my head and bite into her thigh, then release her flesh and lick my way back to her clit. When I pull it into my mouth, she lets go. Her body is wracked with tremors as each wave tears through her, and the sounds she makes echo through the room.
I lick her slowly, kissing her folds and cleaning her up with my tongue in gentle strokes. When I brush my lips across her clit, she shudders, still too sensitive from the orgasm I just pulled from her, and I smile, tilting my face up to look at her.
The look of gratitude in her eyes iseverything.
But we’re not done.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Ridge
With my eyes on hers, I slide my hand down from her neck, then tug a triangle aside to release one soft breast, then I rub my thumb over her nipple and her pussy clenches around my fingers, still tucked comfortably inside her.
I smirk and slowly move my fingers, testing her as I tease her nipple into a stiff peak with my other hand. Her muscles flex around my two submerged fingers and I smile. She’s ready for Round Two.
“Cas, I—” She stops, swallowing hard.
“You what?” I twist her nipple between thumb and forefinger and she gasps as I send pain riveting through her body, then I move to the other side and reveal that breast too, teasing it into a pert tip.
“I can’t…” She pants, licking her lips as she meets my gaze again.
I massage her inner wall with gentle curls of my fingers.
“I’ve never had more than one.”
This admission pulls the panty dropper out in full force. “Never say never, Maryn.” She’s never had more than one orgasm because her ex didn’t care enough to see how many he could give her.
I could go all fucking night with this view.
And, judging by the way her breathing picks up with each stroke of my fingers, and her muscles contract to grip them, I just might.
I’ve taken orgasms from a lot of women. With Maryn, I want to give them.
