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You would have thought I’d won the World Series of Poker championship tournament for the frenzied way my heart thumped against my ribs. Along with a title and the respect of most of your peers, winning the championship came with a six million-plus cash prize. I’d have paid that and more to hear Carinna admit she’d missed me.

My mind spinning with hope and expectation, I pushed my tongue inside her pussy a last time, loving the musky scent of her arousal and the way her hot, soft sex hugged my tongue tight, like it hated to let it go, and then spread her swollen labia wider and closed my lips over her clit.

I tugged at the bundle of nerves mercilessly. She bit her nails into my skin so hard I could feel it as pleasure pain all the way to my balls. Surrendering my grip on her butt cheeks, I coated a finger in the juices at the rear of her sex. With a second tug on her clit, I sank my damp finger into her crack, finding and fingering her ass bud.

“Holy shit, Jack!” she cried out with the rapid entry.

Climax rippled through her in the next instant, making my abdominal muscles tighten and my cock ache for its own much-needed release. My cock would have to wait. I’d spent the past four months fantasizing over this moment, and I’d be damned if I was coming until I was buried inside her sweet body.

She panted out hasty breaths as her limbs shook and cream leaked from her spasming pussy. I wasn’t coming yet, but I could sure as hell savor.

Releasing the pearl of her clit, I lapped at her silky essence, relishing the hot, sexy taste of Carinna until every last drop of cum was cleaned from her pretty pink folds.

To the sound of her rasping breaths and the thundering of my own wild pulse, I slowly rose, coasting my hands up her lush curves until I stood at my full height. Her eyes were back to the color of smoke and her lips swollen with passion. I’d more than enjoyed feasting on her cream, but it was nothing compared to consuming her full lips.

Sinking my tongue inside her mouth, I shared her cum in a tangle of lips and tongue and slow, unhurried sucking that fogged my mind with raw desire.

Placing a hand on the wall on either side of her head, I pulled back to give her a smile of pure conviction. “I missed you more.”

Something indefinable flashed through her eyes. “Show me.”

If not for the words, I would have wondered over the fleeting look. The words stopped me from doing so, in that they were one-hundred-percent Carinna. She wasn’t a greedy lover by definition but merely one who knew what she wanted, as did I. After the hard, fast tongue fucking she would want it slow and sweet. Since I also knew she’d make sure I was generously rewarded, I was only too happy to see to her every demand.

Nipping at her earlobe, I skimmed my hands beneath her tank top. Slowly, I pushed up the shirt, dropping my mouth to the soft flesh of her flat belly, peppering it with moist kisses. Meeting with the front clasp of her bra, I used my teeth to gently unsnap it. Her breasts sprang free, full and firm and tipped with large, dusky nipples that had filled my dreams more than a couple nights these past months. Hell, more than a few thousand nights since I’d hit puberty and realized what a knockout I had in a best friend.

Praying that we’d be best friends again, as well as a whole lot more, I loved each supple mound, suckled at each nipple. Carinna fisted her hands in my hair and sighed loudly.

The throaty sound pulsed through me as desperate need straight to my groin. Straightening, I lifted her in my arms and carried her into the bedroom. With each brush of my tongue and lips over her sweaty flesh, my cock felt ready to explode. Still, I lay her on the plush gold-and-red blanket and undressed her with care, making sure no part of her remained uncaressed. I wanted every nerve in her body on end with anticipation. To see her as wild with her need as I was with mine.

Her hands gripped my bare shoulders and the muscles beneath my tongue tightened as I teased the sensitive flesh just above her pubic curls with damp circles.

“Enough, Jack!” She sounded as desperate as I felt. “I can’t get any hotter. I need you to fuck me now.”

Make love. She needed me to make love to her. The time for corrections would come later; now I stood from the bed and hastily stripped off my clothes.

Carinna leaned up on an elbow, sending her long, dark curls to play a tempting game of peekaboo with her hard nipples. My attention automatically moved to her pussy. She purposefully bent her right leg, exposing every one of her feminine secrets. My mouth went dry and pre-cum leaked from the head of my cock as I savored the site of her labia splayed wide, her center dripping fresh cream. And then she moved a hand down her body, past her navel and between her thighs.

She rubbed two fingers back and forth, up and down her glimmering pussy lips with torturous slowness and then thrust her first finger into her opening so hard the breath lodged in my throat. Her labored breathing and the slurp of her building juices sounded like a roar between my ears as she finger-fucked herself with an abandon I’d never before seen in a woman.

She added a second finger and rode them together all the way to the edge, to the point her juices ran in rivulets down along her thighs, and I could see her pussy muscles pulsing around her fingers, gripping with a hungriness that said orgasm was seconds away. And then she stopped, pulled her fingers out and brought them to her nipples, wetting the straining tips with her essence while I did all I could to stop from coming on the spot.

With supreme effort, I pulled my gaze back to Carinna’s flushed face, found her eyes dark as night with commanding lust. Sliding her tongue along her puffy lower lip, she ravenously eyed my cock. “I want to suck you, Jack.”

I knew she wasn’t going to go through on her want. Still, a fresh spurt of pre-cum seeped from the head of my shaft and my cock bobbed like a broken pendulum, only capable of moving in her direction. “But you’re too far gone to do the job as good as you’d want to do it.”

Some of the lust left her eyes. She stopped fingering her nipples to frown and lay back on the bed. “You know me too damned well.”

I didn’t like the frown any more than her tone. She sounded annoyed with my ability to read her. And that made me think I was up against a virtual impossibility when it came to winning her over to the relationship side.

Climbing onto the bed, I stretched over her, until my throbbing cock pressed against the welcoming wetness of her pussy. I forced a carefree smile. “That goes both ways.”

“Trust me, knowing that’s my only salvation.”

She was never cryptic with me. Despite the overheated state of my body, I considered gambling on ending the night without her in my arms by pushing her for clarity. Before I could make a decision, she tilted her hips and thrust upward, driving my cock halfway into her pussy.

Slow and sweet was how she would want it now, but four months of nothing but jerking off in a solo shower while fantasizing it was Carinna’s moist, pink lips wrapped around my shaft made that impossible.

Twining her fingers in mine, I reclined back, raised her hands above her head and pushed the remainder of the way inside her hot body. She gasped with the speed of my entry and all trace of annoyance left her expression, returning to the look of commanding lust I knew was reflected on my face.

One lone thrust inside her slick sex and my balls snugged tight against my body and I could feel the tension of orgasm gathering at the base of my spine.

Shit, I was going to be the worst lay of her life.

Hopefully not, but I definitely wasn’t about to be the best. I’d make it up to her. “I’m sorry, but I can’t go slow this time. It’s been too damned long.”

I slanted my mouth over hers and pushed my tongue inside as I set a frantic pace. She didn’t speak denial but curled her fingers tighter in mine and met me, with both tongue and body, thrust for hasty thrust. The only sound was that of our harried breathing and the slap of flesh against sweaty flesh, for all of thirty seconds, and then I cursed aloud my lack of staying power as climax rippled through me.

The coupling was fast, hard and nothing like she’d wanted. Yet I heard her cry out and felt her clamping down around my cock with her orgasm as my own shook through me as a tumultuous wave of sensation stronger than anything I’d ever experienced.

For long seconds I lay there gasping for breath, listening to the erratic play of my pulse, feeling the remnants of her release milking my deflating shaft. Then I realized I was probably squashing the shit out of her.

Since we’d entered the suite, I hadn’t been acting like my usual, admittedly cocky self. In many ways, Carinna was acting off, as well. From our last time together, and the many times we’d shared details of our sex lives, I knew she was a loud, vocal lover. It was probably a bad sign she was being so quiet. I should’ve said something to make her talk, but my gut told me pretty much anything I said right now would have her going on the defensive. I wasn’t ready for her to pull from my arms or my body, so I rolled us onto our sides and stayed limp but embedded inside her.

She yawned, in a way that was obviously feigned. I took it as legitimate, anyway, pulling the portion of the covers we weren’t lying on over us and switching off the light on the nightstand next to the bed.

Inhaling her sexy vanilla scent, now mingled with the smell of our lovemaking, I brushed my lips across her forehead. “G’night, Carinna. For the record, I’m not working this week and I plan to be here in the morning.”

“That makes one of us.”

Her tone was light, teasing. I wrapped my arms a little tighter around her all the same. From her mind to her body to her suddenly unpredictable behavior, Carinna was the hottest flame I’d ever encountered and I’d yet to go up against her high-burning commitment issues.