Loving Cara / Page 31

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He’s seducing me with his soft words, and if we weren’t standing so close, the mountain breeze would have blown the sound away.

“But the sexiest curve on your body is your sweet smile.”

My breath catches and I feel my eyes go wide as he smiles softly down at me, and in this moment I know without a shadow of a doubt, I’ve fallen in love with Joshua King.

He lightly pulls the backs of his knuckles down my face and cups my jawline in his palm. With my hands now freed, I link them around his waist at the small of his back. I can’t look away from his eyes. Droplets fall from his wet hair and run down his cheeks. I want him to kiss me silly. I want him to touch me everywhere.

I want him inside me.

“Josh.”

“Yes, love.” He kisses my forehead tenderly.

“I’m gonna need you inside me now.”

“I was just thinking the same thing.” He guides me down onto the blanket-covered rock and onto my back, but rather than cover me with his large, hard body, he kneels between my thighs and kisses the insides of them. He cups my right calf in one hand and runs his other hand up and down the length of my leg.

“Have I told you how great your legs are?”

“You’ve mentioned it,” I reply dryly, enjoying the sight of him looming above me, the sunshine poking through the trees overhead. “But I have short legs. I’m a short girl.”

“They don’t have to be long to be amazing.” He kisses my calf and then pays equal attention to my other leg, kissing and kneading the flesh. He’s sitting back on his heels as he skims his lips over my ankle and then starts the journey up the other leg, and my gaze lands on the impressive erection jutting from his body, bobbing with his movements. I reach down between my legs, wrap my hand around him, and pump up and down the length twice.

His heated gaze finds mine as he pulls out of my grasp, grinning as I moan in protest, and nibbles on the inside of my left thigh, working his way up to my center.

Instead of burying his face in my folds, he runs his forefinger from my anus, through my labia, and over my clit, then holds it up for me to see. It’s dripping with my juices.

“You’re always so wet for me, baby.” He sticks his finger in his mouth and licks it clean. “I love that.”

With that, he leans down and follows the path his finger just took with his tongue. He repeats the motion three times before he circles the tip of his tongue around my clit, lifting the hood with his thumb so he can lick it more deeply. I push my hands into his hair and grip him hard, rocking my hips up against his face.

“Oh, God.”

I feel him grin against me before he pulls the lips of my labia into his mouth and hollows his cheeks to suck on them, softly at first, then more firmly, making me squirm and moan.

He finally pushes two fingers inside me, sweeping his fingertips over that tiny rough spot that makes me lose my ever-loving mind.

“Josh!”

“That’s right, baby,” he whispers, and moves his fingers faster, presses his lips against my clit, then licks it hard with the flat of his tongue, making me see stars.

“I’m gonna—” I can’t complete the sentence. I don’t even know if I spoke it out loud. I can’t hear the rush of the water anymore, or the birds, or anything except the roaring of blood in my head and my desperate groans.

Josh growls against me, the vibrations shooting me out into orbit, and I come hard, my pussy spasming and clenching around his thick fingers, my hips rocking against his face, shamelessly asking for more.

When my body calms, he pulls his fingers out and licks me again, along the length of my sex, then licks and kisses his way up my torso. He kisses and pulls on my already firm nipples, making me moan again.

“God, I love the sounds you make,” he murmurs, and glides his lips up my collarbone, up my neck and to my jawline, where he nibbles as he settles against me, his elbows planted at either side of my head and his hard cock resting against my center. I raise my knees and cradle him against me, rocking just a bit so he slides against my wetness.

“Jesus, Cara,” he whispers against my ear. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Mmm,” I agree, and rock again. He pulls up so he can look down into my eyes as he rears back, the blunt head of his cock resting against my opening.

“There is nothing in the world like sinking into you,” he murmurs, and slowly pushes his length into me, inch by inch, so damn slowly. I close my eyes at the amazing sensations, but he grips my hair in his fists and growls, “Watch me.”

I quickly open my eyes as he bottoms out, pressed inside me balls-deep. He brushes a stray strand of wet hair off my cheek and lowers his mouth to mine as he slowly begins to move, pumping his hips in a long, steady rhythm.

He licks my bottom lip and then pushes his tongue into my mouth, mirroring his cock moving in and out of me. It’s too much. It’s not enough.

In this moment, it’s everything.

I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back and hitching my legs up around his hips. He begins to move a little faster, and with every drag of the head of his cock, the nerves in my pussy shoot sparks of electricity up my spine. I can feel the orgasm gathering low in my belly, and as my pussy begins to contract around him, he pushes in hard and stops.

“Josh!”

“Yes, baby, let go.”

This orgasm is like nothing I’ve felt before, full of emotion and intensity and a newly discovered love for this man above me.

As I begin to recover, he begins to move in earnest, chasing his own release. He thrusts hard, and fast, and buries his face in my neck as he growls while coming inside me, panting and gasping for breath.

“You’ll be the death of me,” he whispers against my neck, but I feel him smile.

“Damn, you’re good at this.”

“We’re good at this, Cara. It’s never been like this for me before.” He lifts his head and gazes down at me, his eyes happy and bright.

“Me neither,” I agree softly.

He pulls out of me slowly and winces as he shifts off his knees.

“Maybe we’re too old to be fucking on rocks,” I smirk at him, but sober at the anger in his eyes as he turns his face to me.

“I don’t fuck you, Cara. Ever.”

“I’m sorry . . .”

“You should know by now that you mean much more to me than a fuck buddy.”

“I’m sorry.” I run my hand up and down his muscular arm. “It was just an expression. I’ve used it before.”


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