could reach for him, he leaned his head down and Carrie was tasting the most delicious mouth in all creation. His tongue swept into her mouth, brushing against hers, branding her as no man ever had. The kiss grew wild as she sucked in his lower lip, devouring him, unable to get as close as she needed to be. And then his lips were moving across her jaw to the tender skin of her neck. She called out his name, wanting him to keep doing that thing he was doing, but needing to taste his lips again.
Reading her mind, his mouth was on hers again, punishing her with addictive kisses. Then, somehow, her tank top was down around her waist and those magical lips were on her ni**les, sucking and pulling until she was crying out, more desperate for release than she had ever been before.
A cloud moved in the sky and moonlight fell across them, illuminating Tyson, who had changed places with her and was now kneeling in front of her, loving her br**sts like he'd never seen or touched anything so beautiful in all his life. The scene was so erotic, so reckless, that a shiver shot through Carrie. Tyson looked up at her from between her br**sts, the heat in his eyes taking what was left of her breath completely. She swayed on her feet, and in an instant he was standing again, holding her, their naked chests pressed together. Steady again, safe in her cowboy's arms, she wrapped her arms around his waist and rubbed the tips of her taut ni**les against him.
"I want you naked;' he said as he reached for the snap on her Capri pants.
But she had started as the aggressor and wanted the arousing reins of control back.
"You first;' she said as her hands dropped to the waistband of his jeans. His erection pushed against the zipper, and it took a long moment to get it open, to pull down his boxer shorts.
Never before had Carrie wanted to touch a man so badly. Her fingers fairly itched to wrap themselves around him, her mouth wanted to know how round, how smooth his penis would be against her tongue. She shoved his jeans and boxers to the deck and gasped when his glorious shaft emerged.
"You're beautiful;' she whispered. At her words, a drop of precome emerged on the tip of his penis. Kneeling down again, her fingers stroked, squeezed, and explored his entire length.
The thought of having his hard, huge length pumping into her made her groan with ecstasy as she sucked him into her mouth, down deep in her throat. He pulsed once, then twice, in her throat. God, he was delicious. She'd never wanted to give a man as much pleasure as she did this one, but somehow, at the same time, all she cared about was how good touching him, licking him, sucking him was making her feel. With his erection in her mouth, she felt like a goddess who had just come alive.
She moved her hands to caress his balls, and his growl echoed off the porch ceiling. He scooped her up off her knees into his arms and carried her inside, past a state-of-the-art kitchen, through a large, high-ceilinged living room, and back down a dimly lit hall to his master suite.
Laying her on a down-covered bed, he said, "You're so beautiful, Carrie."
Her heart nearly burst with it all. It was the most wonderful thing anyone had ever said to her. And then he said, "I love what you were doing to my cock, but I need to be in you. Right now;' and romance turned into out-and-out hunger.
"Why are my pants still on?" she wondered wildly, and was answered with a lusty grin from Tyson, who opened his bedside table and quickly rolled on a condom.
"You keep taking the words out of my mouth;' he said, and she realized she'd spoken out loud again, but it didn't matter because seconds later, her yellow Capri pants and panties were on the floor and his head was between her legs.
His tongue. His fingers. My God.
She knew she sounded like a wild animal, but no man had ever licked her like that, plunged his thick fingers all the way inside. And then, as the first wave of an absolutely enormous orgasm struck, he was filling her with his cock, sinking in and out, rocking against her, pulling her into him. She was out of control, wanting him closer, wanting it harder.
Again and again he bucked into her, and everything went black as wave after wave of intense pleasure rocked through her. "Carrie;' he groaned, his penis growing harder and bigger with every thrust. She felt a delicious pulsing inside her as he exploded. For a long moment, they lay panting together on the duvet. Carrie had no words for what had happened. She'd never had such incredible sex with a virtual stranger before. With anyone, for that matter.
The only unfortunate thing about it was that Vanessa hadn't schooled her in one-night-stand etiquette. The only thing she could think of to say was, "I wonder if the meat is ready:'
Fortunately, Tyson wasn't turned off by her mundane musings. He simply rolled over, pulled her on top of him, and said, "Personally, I'm only hungry for one thing right now. What do you say to shower first, dinner later?"
A wide smile split Carrie's face. "This time you took the words right out of my mouth."
TYSON LOVED THE WAY she shimmied off him, the way her br**sts, her hips, were so soft, so round. He'd never been with a woman like her before. Proper on the outside, wild on the inside. He had a feeling that if he let the fire between them cool for much longer than it would take to turn on his shower and pull her in, she'd start to regret what had happened between them. He didn't want her turning back into a prim and proper society girl just yet.
He followed her to the bathroom and stepped into the shower, fully comfortable with his own nakedness. As he pulled Carrie into his arms, the beginnings of worry, of doubt, crept into her blue eyes. "Carrie?" he said, letting her name be a question on his lips. "I've never done this before;' she whispered. He couldn't help his grin, even though he was so aroused that he could hardly think straight. "You've never been wet and slippery as you came?"
She shook her head. "No. Yes. But it's not that. I've never been so intimate with someone I didn't ... " He bent his lips to hers and gently kissed her. He'd already known she wasn't the one-night-stand type. She didn't need to say anything more. "Me, either. So I guess we'll have to keep making it up as we go, won't we?"
The sparkle came back then, the glow that was hers alone.
"Mmm;' she said as he reached for a bar of soap. Maybe he should be going slower, maybe he should be working harder to keep his desire from spiraling out of control. Maybe he should quickly soap her up, spray her off, and go down on her before taking her back to bed for some missionary-style loving. Screw that. He wanted to do things to her that would blow both their minds.
He turned her to face the wall. "Put your hands on the tile;' he said, and he was pleased when she didn't hesitate. "Now open your legs for me."