Caspian (Carolina Reapers 8)

“No, baby. I was just talking about the first round.” I chuckled at her surprised gasp and traced the shell of her ear with my tongue. “You did say you wanted an entire night, right?” I ran one hand up her thigh, sliding my thumb under the band of her thong.

She was already so fucking slick.

“Oh, God,” she moaned as I gently rubbed her clit.

“You’re drenched for me, Ry.” I leaned into the counter, telling my dick to wait its damned turn as I stroked Ryleigh, her hips bucking in pleasure as I worked her toward a climax. There was no teasing, no prolonging the anticipation as I took her there.

“I want you,” she gasped, clutching my shoulders as her thighs tightened around my hips.

“Just once takes the edge off,” I whispered as her breath hitched.

“Caz…” She arched against me, pressing her breasts into my chest.

“It’s like the appetizer before the meal.” I brought my mouth to hers. “I plan to spend my night feasting on you. Devouring you. Consuming you.”

Her breaths grew choppy as I increased my pace, strumming her sensitive flesh until I felt her go rigid against me. Then I pressed and she came apart, her body convulsing as she orgasmed in my arms.

“Hell, yes,” I growled. There was something about watching her come that nearly got me there, too. It was if her pleasure was directly tied to my own.

“Caspian,” she whispered, sagging against me as the tremors subsided.

“I say we go for three,” I whispered, lifting her into my arms. “Where is your bedroom?”

“Down that hall.” She pointed the way and put her mouth to my neck.

I bit back a groan and carried her into the bedroom, flipping on the light as we came through the door.

Long dresser. Full length mirror. Vanity with chair. Big. Bed.

“Tell me you have condoms, because I only have one in my wallet.” Once wasn’t going to be enough. I hadn’t even had her yet and I already knew it.

“Nightstand,” she murmured between kisses, her mouth sending fiery licks of pleasure from my throat straight through my toes. I felt her caress in every nerve ending.

“Excellent.” I gently put her down, turning her so she faced the full-length mirror. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Stop.” She ducked her head into my neck.

“Look at you.” I ran my hands down her ribs and over the dip in her waist to palm her hips. “Every inch is spectacular.” And mine for tonight.

“Yeah, well, I know what you’re used to, Caspian Foster.” She shook her head, but there was a smile tugging at her lips.

“True.” I sighed long and hard until she shot me a look with a raised eyebrow. “You’re definitely out of my league, Ryleigh Dunham.” It was the truth.

She scoffed and tried to turn in my arms.

“Look at you. Look at us,” I whispered in her ear, letting my mouth coast down from her ear to her throat. My body throbbed, need pulsing through me with every heartbeat. I wanted this woman. I wanted her under me, over me, around me, and I wanted…

Shit. I wanted more than one night.

But I’d take what I could get.

“Your hair is softer than silk.” I lifted the strands to my lips as she watched us in the mirror. “Your skin is flawless.” I brushed the back of my hand over her cheek.

“Caz,” she whispered, leaning back into me.

“This mouth.” I groaned and tilted her head, taking her in a deep kiss. “I have fantasies about this mouth. This body.”

“I could say the same.” She wiggled her ass against my cock, and I nearly came undone.

“And these?” I cupped her breasts through the satin. “I’ve never seen more beautiful breasts, and you know I don’t lie.” I unhooked the back of her bra and let it fall to the floor. “Fuck, Ryleigh.”

The high, heavy globes were bare to my touch, her nipples hardening as I palmed her curves.

“They’re. Just…” She moaned as I pinched and rolled her nipples. “Breasts.”

“They’re fucking perfect.” The contrast of my tan hands against her pale skin was so erotic that my breath caught. “And what’s beneath?” I abandoned her breasts to coast down her ribcage and across her taught stomach to the little strings holding up her thong. “Heaven.”

She held my gaze as I dragged the straps down over her hips and thighs, then stepped out of them as I reached the floor.

“You are magnificent.” I stood slowly, dropping my jeans and boxers so we were both naked.

“Caz.” Her jaw dropped as her gaze raked over me.

Not going to lie, it made me feel like a fucking god.

Her hands reached for me, but I turned her to face the mirror again. “Not yet. This time is for you. I’ll let you have your wicked way with me for round two.”

“Promises, promises.” Her smile just about brought me to my knees.