Private Parts. Tori Carrington

found himself falling into the sensual heat of her mouth. He reached for the foil packet he’d taken out of his pocket before Kendall had stripped his pants from him and sheathed himself.

      She immediately strained up against him, seeking relief. Instead, he ran the length of his erection down her dripping channel and back again, and then left it sandwiched between her swollen flesh, refusing her the joining she sought.

      She made a small noise of disappointment and frustration and he kissed her deeply, smoothing her golden hair back from her face.

      “Shh …” he said, appreciating the feel of her soft body under his even as she writhed in restless need.

      He kissed her right eyebrow. Then her left. Drew his lips along the bridge of her nose, then bypassed her mouth for her chin. Slowly, ever so slowly, she began to relax. Still.

      Better. Much better.

      He nudged her thighs farther apart with his knee and then reached between them, caressing her before parting her flesh.

      Then—finally—he entered her, sinking in to the hilt in one long, shudder-inducing stroke.

      Her breath came out in a long rush. She curved her heels around his calves, taking him all in, her pupils large in her green, green eyes.

      He kissed her full on the mouth. Only when he had her complete attention did he begin moving again.

      A low moan emitted from her elegant throat, nearly taking whatever tenuous control he asserted over himself with it. He froze, listening to the thud-thud of his heartbeat, relishing every last sweet sensation of her, him and how it felt to be joined together.

      Then he sank into her again.

      “God … oh, God …” she whispered. “That feels so … good.”

      And it did. Having Kendall under him, around him, holding him was unlike anything he had imagined. And he’d done a lot of imagining over the past few days.

      This … this magnificent reality … far surpassed anything he’d been able to conjure.

      And that was saying a lot.

      As he felt himself growing nearer his crisis, he worked his hand between their bodies, smoothing his palm down over her belly, seeking, searching, until finally his fingers rested in her damp curls, finding his destination.

      Kendall gasped and her body grabbed him tightly.

      Then, and only then, did he allow himself to let go …

       More!

      The word echoed through Kendall’s mind as she fought to catch her breath.

      “That … was … incredible …” she murmured, staring unseeingly at the wall opposite her. She shifted her gaze to stare into Troy’s face as he lifted to his hands. So intense. So damn hot.

      She smiled, the deep embers burning in her veins fanning back into flames. She gently hit his arms near the elbows, causing his arms to collapse and then rolled him over, the bed springs groaning as she straddled him.

      Mmm … yes. That was more like it.

      The expression of surprise and chagrin he wore was nearly her undoing as she leaned over to kiss him.

      “What, you didn’t think we were done, did you?”

      He opened his mouth to respond but nothing came out. So she kissed him again. She discovered she was at risk of sliding over the side of the bed.

      “Scoot up,” she whispered.