She whimpered when I sucked her lip between my teeth and bit down lightly, her fingers clutching at me. I dropped to my knees like in the cabana when I’d wanted to taste her so badly.
“Take that suit off,” I instructed her roughly.
She swallowed, and for a moment, I thought she was going to argue, but she merely slipped her tanned arms through the holes and peeled it down her body.
Holy fuck. Her body should come with a health warning. I stared at her pink, hard nipples and the gentle lilt of her full tits. Then lower, my eyes followed the trail of her hand as she pulled off the red stretchy material. Her pussy was shaved, and I could see nearly everything as I tossed her suit into a corner and turned my attention to her.
I picked up one of her legs, running my nose along her inner thigh, smelling her skin as I went. She tasted salty, with a hint of chlorine and coconut. She was summer incarnate. I pressed my face to her core and breathed her in. Her musky, feminine scent was maddening. My hot breath and stubble sent delicate goosebumps across her thighs in a wave.
Her hand landed in my hair, and I looked up at her. She was watching me with those intoxicating dark eyes, her caramel hair falling in waves around her shoulders. She bit her plump lip in excitement, nervousness, and everything in between. I knew how she felt. Kneeling there, with my face about to feast on her pussy, I felt like a horny teen again, desperate and hungry for a woman’s touch. No, not any woman. This woman.
I leaned in and licked her, making a path up her center to her clit and back. She rubbed her hips against my face as I burrowed my tongue through her folds and focused on her clit. The little bud of nerves was perfectly suckable and already swollen with attention. I tongued it, leading her where I wanted her to go. I wasn’t moving from here until she burst all over my face and cried out my name. I wanted her wet and slack with pleasure the first time I entered her.
“Rhett! Rhett, I’m going to come,” she cried, her hands tight on my hair.
“Of course you are, sweetheart, and it won't be the last time today,” I muttered and lathed her clit harder until her muscles tensed and she cried out my name. The sound embedded itself in my heart.
I pushed her through her peak, lapping up her juices and holding her when she swayed before standing. I pulled her limp body into my arms.
“Are you taking me back to work?” she asked lazily.
I chuckled. “Absolutely not. You’re not leaving this house until you can’t walk straight. I’m already having that problem, thanks to your sweet taste.” I placed her lightly on the huge, white bedspread of the king size in my bedroom.
Chloe scrambled onto her knees, bringing her face level with my aching hard-on. Her eyes went to it, and she smirked. “Looks like I’m finally going to see where you get your confidence from, Rhett Sutton.”
“Well, the press has called me cock-sure before,” I quipped.
Chloe let out that dirty laugh of hers. “That was terrible.”
She slid her hands up my suit pants and went to unfasten them. I nodded, helping her to tug my zipper past my straining hard-on. Finally, I worked my boxers and pants over my hips and let them fall to the floor. Chloe’s mouth rounded in a satisfying “O” of appreciation as she stared at my dick. Her eyes wide, she licked her lips, and I nearly lost it.
“Well, corny jokes aside, I have to give it to you, Rhett,” Chloe said, bringing her hands up to circle my heavy width. “You deserve to be cock-sure.” She grinned at me, leaning in to lick me from root to tip. Precum pooled around the head as she explored.
“I’ve never seen a real one so close,” Chloe murmured as I fisted a hand in her hair, just the right side of gentle. Her eyes flashed with sass and fire. God, I loved this woman. “It tastes much better than I thought it would.”
“Take more in your mouth, sweetheart, and see how it tastes at the back of your throat,” I ground out, needing to sink deep into my obsession’s throat and thrust until I exploded in her mouth and overspilled her lips. However, I didn't plan on coming in her mouth. Absolutely not. This time, Chloe's first time, I’d only come when I was balls deep, and her release was milking me. I’d accept nothing less.
“Like this? Will you tell me what to do, teacher?” Chloe teased and sucked me down as far as she could.
The sudden heat and wetness made my toes curl. I held her head as she bobbed on me, guiding her up and down. “That’s exactly right, sweetheart. You’re doing so well,” I murmured mindlessly.
When her hand cupped my balls, I couldn’t think about anything other than sinking inside her. I pulled back, and she let me go with a wet pop.
“Leaving so soon? My jaw was getting sore,” she said with a grin.
I pushed her back and moved across her. “You’ll get used to it with practice.”
She laughed, and her arms came up to hold me. I sucked on her nipples as I moved up her body and settled myself between her hips, my throbbing end pressing against her hole.
“Now would be a good time to talk about birth control, right?”
Crap. I never forgot birth control, but it hadn’t even entered my mind when it came to Chloe. Considering I’d spent my life surrounded by gold diggers looking for a way to cling on, forgetting to wrap it before sex was unheard of for me. What, did I want Chloe showing up pregnant and needing me? Hell, yes. My reaction to the thought of her belly swollen with our child was visceral and completely unevolved. It was so possessive and twisted that I decided to keep it to myself.
“I’m on the pill. Just in case… you know,” she said awkwardly.
“Thank fuck,” I muttered as I eased inside her without hesitation.
She tensed, making it nearly impossible to move. She was tight as hell, and each inch was exquisite torture.