I’m
struck by how erotic the sight is. I’ve seen it before, with Rob and my
previous boyfriend, but it never made my body tense with such need that I might
explode with the smallest of touches. I’m so achingly ready for him, it’s
insane.
Nick moves over to my other nipple and bites and sucks
on it as I make nonsensical noises. When he brings his head up, his eyes are
hooded, pupils wide. He doesn’t grin which is unusual. He looks deadly serious.
A dart of apprehension shoots through me and I tremble as he hooks his fingers
into my panties and begins to slide them down. He takes them down to my knees
and they fall off the rest of the way. I need to cover myself but his gaze has
me pinned. I probably look awkward standing there as he takes in the sight of
me.
One hand hooks around my neck and pulls me into him. I
end up with my head buried into his shoulder as he strokes his hand over my
bare bottom and murmurs in my ear. Words like beautiful and amazing and so many
other words of flattery that my cheeks are probably crimson.
With my head still pressed against him, I force down
his briefs, pulling them away from his cock. His length presses against his
stomach as I look down the planes of his torso, and he helps me pull his
underwear all the way off.
I skim my nails briefly over his rear and he hisses
when I bring my hand around to brush my knuckles over his shaft and circle him.
He pulses lightly against me and I draw back to stare up at him.
Gaze connecting brashly with mine, he lifts me once
more, forcing me to cling to his neck. Our bodies contacting seems to ignite
the spark between us again. He lays me down gently and his hips end up cradled
between my legs.
I sweep my hands up and down his arms and over his
back as he kisses my neck and collarbone, scattering pecks and nips down to my
breasts and back up. Writhing, moaning, I work my hips against him, urgently
needing some kind of release.
His skin is hot and smooth and taut, and it’s insane
how beautiful he is. I almost want to close my eyes to it as I fear he might
just send me crazy with need. His cock rubs my folds. Nick moves roughly
against me but it’s not enough and I know he’s teasing me, even though he seems
as carried away as I am.
He keeps muttering my name, like a prayer or a chant.
It sounds so sexy coming from his lips. I feel sexy. Though I wriggle in
invitation, he ignores me, mumbling a curse and trying to keep me still with
one hand to my ass.
“Sienna,” he growls, “if you don’t stop, this will be
over before we’ve started.” He raises his head briefly as I make a disappointed
noise. “I’ve been thinking about this for too long. I want it to last.”
“Nick, oh God, don’t make me wait.” My voice sounds
weak and husky.
“Fuck, you know I’d do anything for you.” He separates
us slightly, enough for his hand to slip down my stomach to my pussy. The touch
of his finger at my juncture electrifies me and I bite into his shoulder to
smother my cry.
Then he moves that finger in slow, torturous circles,
and I try to move my hips in time with them but his powerful body keeps me
pinned. The pressure builds, intensified by the constant stroke of his mouth on
my breasts, neck and lips.
When he finally plunges two fingers in, I am more than
ready. I think I gasp his name as the pleasure explodes through me. Nick draws
the sensations from me with careful strokes. I must have closed my eyes because
when I open them, his blue eyes are intense, focused entirely on me. My chest
constricts as I feel like the only person in the world that matters. It’s a
feeling I suspect I’ve never experienced.
“Christ, you’re amazing,” he mutters and comes down
for a kiss.
I twine my hands in his hair and wonder what he means.
He’s the amazing one. That he can bring me so close to the edge so easily is
astonishing. Rob rarely managed that.
I’m tempted to reach down and feel his hardness, but I
remember he said he didn’t
struck by how erotic the sight is. I’ve seen it before, with Rob and my
previous boyfriend, but it never made my body tense with such need that I might
explode with the smallest of touches. I’m so achingly ready for him, it’s
insane.
Nick moves over to my other nipple and bites and sucks
on it as I make nonsensical noises. When he brings his head up, his eyes are
hooded, pupils wide. He doesn’t grin which is unusual. He looks deadly serious.
A dart of apprehension shoots through me and I tremble as he hooks his fingers
into my panties and begins to slide them down. He takes them down to my knees
and they fall off the rest of the way. I need to cover myself but his gaze has
me pinned. I probably look awkward standing there as he takes in the sight of
me.
One hand hooks around my neck and pulls me into him. I
end up with my head buried into his shoulder as he strokes his hand over my
bare bottom and murmurs in my ear. Words like beautiful and amazing and so many
other words of flattery that my cheeks are probably crimson.
With my head still pressed against him, I force down
his briefs, pulling them away from his cock. His length presses against his
stomach as I look down the planes of his torso, and he helps me pull his
underwear all the way off.
I skim my nails briefly over his rear and he hisses
when I bring my hand around to brush my knuckles over his shaft and circle him.
He pulses lightly against me and I draw back to stare up at him.
Gaze connecting brashly with mine, he lifts me once
more, forcing me to cling to his neck. Our bodies contacting seems to ignite
the spark between us again. He lays me down gently and his hips end up cradled
between my legs.
I sweep my hands up and down his arms and over his
back as he kisses my neck and collarbone, scattering pecks and nips down to my
breasts and back up. Writhing, moaning, I work my hips against him, urgently
needing some kind of release.
His skin is hot and smooth and taut, and it’s insane
how beautiful he is. I almost want to close my eyes to it as I fear he might
just send me crazy with need. His cock rubs my folds. Nick moves roughly
against me but it’s not enough and I know he’s teasing me, even though he seems
as carried away as I am.
He keeps muttering my name, like a prayer or a chant.
It sounds so sexy coming from his lips. I feel sexy. Though I wriggle in
invitation, he ignores me, mumbling a curse and trying to keep me still with
one hand to my ass.
“Sienna,” he growls, “if you don’t stop, this will be
over before we’ve started.” He raises his head briefly as I make a disappointed
noise. “I’ve been thinking about this for too long. I want it to last.”
“Nick, oh God, don’t make me wait.” My voice sounds
weak and husky.
“Fuck, you know I’d do anything for you.” He separates
us slightly, enough for his hand to slip down my stomach to my pussy. The touch
of his finger at my juncture electrifies me and I bite into his shoulder to
smother my cry.
Then he moves that finger in slow, torturous circles,
and I try to move my hips in time with them but his powerful body keeps me
pinned. The pressure builds, intensified by the constant stroke of his mouth on
my breasts, neck and lips.
When he finally plunges two fingers in, I am more than
ready. I think I gasp his name as the pleasure explodes through me. Nick draws
the sensations from me with careful strokes. I must have closed my eyes because
when I open them, his blue eyes are intense, focused entirely on me. My chest
constricts as I feel like the only person in the world that matters. It’s a
feeling I suspect I’ve never experienced.
“Christ, you’re amazing,” he mutters and comes down
for a kiss.
I twine my hands in his hair and wonder what he means.
He’s the amazing one. That he can bring me so close to the edge so easily is
astonishing. Rob rarely managed that.
I’m tempted to reach down and feel his hardness, but I
remember he said he didn’t
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