nudge her thighs apart when she grips my hair in her fist. I happen to like a little biting and scratching and hair-pulling, but her tug is a little more than your usual fun and games.
“Nick,” she whispers.
My brain snaps out of its lust-addled fog and I lift to look at her. She jerks to a sitting position, grabs a pillow to cover her chest.
“I don’t know if I can handle this.” She clears her throat. “Sorry.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs and I can tell she’s trying to cop a little bit of an attitude. But something in her eyes is so fragile, I’m sure she might start crying. I want to taste her. And I want to know what’s happened that she can’t handle my doing that.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “It just freaks me, like you’re too much for me to handle.”
“You’ve never done this before?”
She shakes her head. “I just panicked a little. Watching you. Sometimes your expression is so intense, it scares me.”
“Let me take you to the bedroom. It’s dark. We’ll go slow.”
She smiles and it’s not the type of smile she gets when she’s giving me shit, the one that shows off her dimples. It’s a sweet smile. Trusting and it makes something inside my chest crack. I can’t breathe. I wait for her to say something to break the spell.
“All right, Nick.” She nods. “Maybe it would be easier in the dark.”
Chapter Ten
Bailey
I don’t like the idea of handing control over to someone. It’s not like I’m some sort of control freak, but I like to call my own shots. I don’t even like getting bossed by doctors. And yet here I am. Wearing a skirt and nothing more, letting Nick lead me down the hallway to his bedroom where I’m going to let him do things to me I’ve only ever dreamed of.
I lie back on the bed, feeling awkward and exposed. Closing my eyes, I’m aware of my fretfulness ebbing. This is Nick. He’s looked out for me. Taken care of me. I’ve never felt that way before. Safe. Sheltered. Protected.
There was something that shifted while we messed around on the couch. I felt a sense of menace behind the lust. Like he was keeping a tight leash on his desire and any minute it might snap. I’m overthinking things. I should just stop and let him do what I’m sure he does very, very well. The next time the girls get together for drinks I’ll have a story to match theirs.
The mattress dips and I sense him over me and his lips on mine are soft and warm. His kiss is tender. He laces his fingers through mine and kisses me. I writhe under him, my core throbbing with need. What I want is too feel him inside me but I can’t break the kiss to tell him anything.
My thoughts are too scattered to form any protest. He breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, nuzzling and kissing the tender skin. His beard scratches. I love it and squirm beneath him, needing more.
Slowly he lowers to my breasts and teases my nipples, stroking the tight buds with his tongue. He sucks gently. Each kiss makes my heart clench. His touch is slow, questioning, nothing like the way he’s treated me so far. All of this is pure seduction.
This is what love-making is, I think. I know it’s just kissing but if feels like so much more. Offering no resistance, I open beneath him. My responses don’t belong to me anymore.
He kisses my stomach, nipping me playfully and then he’s between my legs, his lips on my intimate flesh, kissing me there too.
His hands caress my thighs and he presses them open. He takes a tiny lick and I feel him shudder.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Totally perfect.”
Then he starts licking faster and harder. I want to scoot away from him but I can’t move with his arm pinning my hips down. He groans and the sound registers along around my breasts. He caresses my thigh and his touch heats my skin. Every lash of his tongue drives my arousal higher until I’m begging. Pleading. Not with real words but with mindless, primitive
“Nick,” she whispers.
My brain snaps out of its lust-addled fog and I lift to look at her. She jerks to a sitting position, grabs a pillow to cover her chest.
“I don’t know if I can handle this.” She clears her throat. “Sorry.”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs and I can tell she’s trying to cop a little bit of an attitude. But something in her eyes is so fragile, I’m sure she might start crying. I want to taste her. And I want to know what’s happened that she can’t handle my doing that.
“What’s wrong?”
“I don’t know,” she says. “It just freaks me, like you’re too much for me to handle.”
“You’ve never done this before?”
She shakes her head. “I just panicked a little. Watching you. Sometimes your expression is so intense, it scares me.”
“Let me take you to the bedroom. It’s dark. We’ll go slow.”
She smiles and it’s not the type of smile she gets when she’s giving me shit, the one that shows off her dimples. It’s a sweet smile. Trusting and it makes something inside my chest crack. I can’t breathe. I wait for her to say something to break the spell.
“All right, Nick.” She nods. “Maybe it would be easier in the dark.”
Chapter Ten
Bailey
I don’t like the idea of handing control over to someone. It’s not like I’m some sort of control freak, but I like to call my own shots. I don’t even like getting bossed by doctors. And yet here I am. Wearing a skirt and nothing more, letting Nick lead me down the hallway to his bedroom where I’m going to let him do things to me I’ve only ever dreamed of.
I lie back on the bed, feeling awkward and exposed. Closing my eyes, I’m aware of my fretfulness ebbing. This is Nick. He’s looked out for me. Taken care of me. I’ve never felt that way before. Safe. Sheltered. Protected.
There was something that shifted while we messed around on the couch. I felt a sense of menace behind the lust. Like he was keeping a tight leash on his desire and any minute it might snap. I’m overthinking things. I should just stop and let him do what I’m sure he does very, very well. The next time the girls get together for drinks I’ll have a story to match theirs.
The mattress dips and I sense him over me and his lips on mine are soft and warm. His kiss is tender. He laces his fingers through mine and kisses me. I writhe under him, my core throbbing with need. What I want is too feel him inside me but I can’t break the kiss to tell him anything.
My thoughts are too scattered to form any protest. He breaks the kiss and moves to my neck, nuzzling and kissing the tender skin. His beard scratches. I love it and squirm beneath him, needing more.
Slowly he lowers to my breasts and teases my nipples, stroking the tight buds with his tongue. He sucks gently. Each kiss makes my heart clench. His touch is slow, questioning, nothing like the way he’s treated me so far. All of this is pure seduction.
This is what love-making is, I think. I know it’s just kissing but if feels like so much more. Offering no resistance, I open beneath him. My responses don’t belong to me anymore.
He kisses my stomach, nipping me playfully and then he’s between my legs, his lips on my intimate flesh, kissing me there too.
His hands caress my thighs and he presses them open. He takes a tiny lick and I feel him shudder.
“You’re perfect,” he whispers. “Totally perfect.”
Then he starts licking faster and harder. I want to scoot away from him but I can’t move with his arm pinning my hips down. He groans and the sound registers along around my breasts. He caresses my thigh and his touch heats my skin. Every lash of his tongue drives my arousal higher until I’m begging. Pleading. Not with real words but with mindless, primitive
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