his hips, and pressed down so she could rub his bulge against her
exposed crotch. “You have no idea how happy I am I didn’t wear panties.”
Brook said with a grin.
“You didn’t?”
She silently thanked Wick and lifted her dress. The wetness he caused
shimmered on her flesh as the sun shined down. Silky lavender material lifted
over her hips, up her torso and exposed her breasts. She pulled the material
over her head and threw it on the flower.
Gloriously naked, she stretched her arms upward and glanced at
Carrick. That predator sheen was in his eyes, and it sent a thrill right to her
heart. She grabbed her breasts, squeezed them and threw her head back. Her
nipples hardened as she pinched.
He was rigid beneath her. She could feel him swelling as she shifted
her hips and rubbed her nude core against his abs. The feeling was electric, so
she did it again. Friction frazzled her clit, and she leaned forward to catch his
lips.
His kiss always seemed to be perfect. He wrapped her in this intense
bubble of pleasure as his tongue invaded. She was suddenly on her back and
spread her arms above her in surrender. Brook put up the worst fight in history.
Carrick didn’t seem to mind. His teeth scrapped across her jaw, lowered to her
tight bud to suck. He tasted every inch of her breasts before moving down to
her belly button. Planting little kisses around it, he pressed her thighs further
apart. He sucked the small lower lip into his mouth and parted them to expose
her core. His tongue dipped inside, swirled and tasted until her hips bucked.
“Carrick!”
He paused, locked eyes and enveloped her clit in the warmest wettest
mouth. Her flesh scorched as he played with the bud. The orgasm was so close,
if he kept driving her mad…
She gasped, body arched, and his tongue entered her pussy. Her
pathway squeezed around him, wanted his thick hungry cock but didn’t have
any control to tell him. She felt the rush of pleasure begin to fade. His tongue
slithered free of her milking muscles, and he attended her clit once more.
The second oral tasting always killed her restraint, of course, that only
happened once before and never like this. He teased with his tongue, tickled
her flesh and then sucked hard. It raised again, that imaginary bar that led
straight toward a major climax. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, didn’t know
if she pulled him away or pushed him closer. Brook wanted that pressure to
explode and the orgasm to course through her system.
One finger eased inside her body and it hummed. He held her hips as
lust all but knocked her unconscious. Her body was a mass of wild ecstasy as
he kept sucking and tears dripped down her face.
“Carrick!” She tugged on his hair, pulled him upward as his lips
anchored to her nipple. His cock was at her entrance. She was more than ready
to feel his hot flesh stretching and filling.
One quick thrust and he entered her trembling core. He groaned when
she grabbed his ass cheeks, pushed him as far into her as he could possibly go.
She couldn’t speak to beg for more, but he seemed to understand. He pumped;
his cock created such an intense pressure another orgasm swamped her. It
poured through to her soul, and she cried out. He grabbed her lips with his,
their tongues danced seductively as his cock found her perfect spot. One more
orgasm and she would die from a damn adrenaline overload. He held her hips
harder, his cock rushed to her womb and she felt the white liquid spurt from
his hole in a wonderful glory.
Brook couldn’t move, didn’t want to move as they laid on the
sunflower in fatigue. That was incredible. She snuggled against his chest
listening to his heavy breathing. “You know, sunflowers, are my favorite
flower.” She grinned and kissed his chest after she spoke. His laughter was
happiness and hope.
“You know, mine is, too.” His lips pressed lightly against her forehead.
“Would you like another