“What are you—” She cried out when his tongue flicked her pearl. “God, yes,” she moaned.
He stopped and glanced up at her, a smirk playing on his lips. “Does that mean you wish for me to continue?”
“I may never wish for you to stop.”
He gave a smug laugh and flicked her pearl again before circling it with his tongue. He inserted a finger into her core and moved it in and out. Her hands flew to his head, and she undulated against his mouth and hand.
She approached a release similar to the one he gave her a couple of nights ago with his hand, but this was different. Far more intense and wicked. When she tipped over the edge of her climax, she rocked and moaned, calling out his name.
He shifted himself on top of her and kissed her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue and licked the wetness off his lips. It was erotic and exhilarating, and she knew that once would never be enough.
“I could drink from you all day,” he said.
“I may wish for you to do just that.” She giggled when he laughed at her declaration. “I didn’t know such a thing was possible,” she said.
He kissed her again. “Would you like to stop now, or would you like for me to show you more?”
“I want more,” she replied, the need evident in her tone. “Please, Nick.”
Nick climbed off the bed and stood beside it, looking at her.
“Where are you going?” she asked, curving her lips in a playful pout.
“I must remove these now,” he replied, working the buttons of his falls, his eyes not leaving hers. He pushed his breeches down to the floor and his member sprang to life, protruding from a nest of dark curls. Her gaze fixed on it, curious about what it might feel like in her hand.
He climbed back onto the bed and hovered over her, placing another sweet kiss on her lips.
“I want to touch you,” she said, reaching between them to grasp the rod that stood erect between them.
He sucked in a large breath and closed his eyes when her hand closed around it. Balancing himself with one hand and his knees, he reached his free hand between them and wrapped it around hers. His cock was smooth to the touch but hard as steel.
“You can stroke me like this.” He moved her hand with his, and she loved the power she felt from giving him pleasure the way he did for her.
She continued to stroke him for a few moments before he pulled her hand away. “I will spend if you should continue, and I would much rather do so after I make you come on my cock.”
She bit her lip, enjoying his wicked words. “Tell me what you are going to do and don’t be polite about it.”
He slipped his hand between them and slid two fingers inside of her. “I’m going to replace my fingers with the head of my aching shaft, and then I’m going to move like this”—he slid his fingers in and out—“until you shatter and moan in my arms.”
She released a sound that was a mixture of a sign and a moan. He pressed his lips to her ear. “Do you want me inside you now?” he whispered.
She nodded.
“Tell me you want me to make love to you with my needy cock,” he said, kissing along her jaw.
“I want your cock, Nick,” she whispered. “Make love to me. Now.”
He withdrew his fingers and positioned himself at her opening. “This may hurt but not for long, and it shouldn’t do so ever again.”
He pushed himself into her with care, inch by inch. She gasped from the slight twinge of pain when he had his entire length inside of her.
“Are you all right?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered, the pain subsiding, and she had the urge to move against him. “It doesn’t hurt any longer.”
He withdrew and then thrust back inside of her, causing her to see stars. She had never imagined such a pleasure and reveled in the intimacy from the man she loved most in the world filling her, the two of them joining as one. Nothing and no one else mattered but the two of them. He did it again, and she cried out.
“That’s it, my love. Moan as loud as you wish. It drives me wild to hear you do so.”
