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BUTTERFLY — CRAZY TOWN
Comparedto the warmth of our kiss in Nolan’s office, this one is a summer storm—like thunder, crashing across the earth and sky; and driving rain, intense and relentless.
Nolan’s lips are warm; his tongue seeking, testing my resolve tentatively at the seam of my mouth. It doesn’t take much for me to let him in.
I wrap my arms around his neck and drag my nails against the sensitive skin at his nape again, knowing how much he liked it earlier. His mouth breaks from mine momentarily as he leans back into my caress and groans. The sound of it sets fire to every part of me that has been so needy for touch and care and attention, but too afraid to ask for it, too afraid to seek it out. Too afraid to even think I deserve it.
Mourning the loss of his mouth on mine, I pepper my own kisses along his jaw and neck, nipping lightly until he seeks me out again, as if he missed my lips and tongue, too. Now his kiss is more fervent, messy; our bodies press and mold to oneanother until we’ve stumbled backward as far as we can go, and I’m pinned between his solid frame and the wall. His grip on my hips tightens.
I need more. I need to consume him, to be filled by the beautiful lightness of him; like feeling the sun’s warmth after only knowing darkness for so long, I’m desperate for it. For him.
My fingers fumble for the hem of his shirt, but he pulls back, one brow arched, and tuts.
“Youfirst,” he growls, and in his gaze, I see it—he’s desperate, too. Nolan’s hands, which are now splayed wide across my rib cage, pull my shirt up and over my head. As it drops to the floor, his gaze darkens.
“Everything,” he commands, stroking his palms up the bare skin of my sides, and I unclip my black bra, letting it drop to the side. He sucks in a sharp breath, pupils blown wide with need as his gaze travels across my bare breasts. My skin pebbles with the cool air and his attention, hardening my nipples into tight pink peaks.
“Fuck,” Nolan murmurs, blowing out a loose breath.
I feel like I’m on display, vulnerable in a way I never allow myself to be. It’s too much all at once, and suddenly I’m panicking about how long it’s been since I’ve showered. I haven’t even had a chance to look in the mirror since we started our drive nearly seven hours ago, and before that, I was trekking up and down the side of a fucking volcano.
“I should shower, before we—” I start to say, my breathing ragged, but he shakes his head firmly.
“Absolutelynot,” Nolan’s tone is incredulous, as if I just suggested we jump out the window. Then he slides down my body as he drops to his knees. I squirm a little, but his eyes lock with mine—sincere, yet consuming—and I can’t look away. I don’t want to.
“May I?”
I nod slowly.
Nolan curls his fingers into the waistband of my cargo pants and underwear, pulling them down until they’re wrapped around my ankle. I slip my feet out of my shoes and kick the clothes off and out of the way as an aching need begins to hum between my thighs.
It’s a cresting wave that only builds higher as his own shirt comes off and is tossed aside, the muscles in his shoulders straining, a canvas painted with vibrant tattoos, faded slightly with age. I can see now that it’s not just his arms that are inked, but his entire upper back and across his shoulders and chest.
Holy shit.
My mouth hangs open slightly as I drink him in, and his arms encircle my lower half, large palms cupping my ass and squeezing gently.
“I know I already said this before, but…fuck,” he murmurs into my belly as he drops a warm kiss on my left hip, then another on the sensitive skin of my stomach, leaving a trail across to the other side. “You’re gorgeous.”
I shiver as his hands reach up to palm my breasts, caressing lightly as if he’s holding something precious or valuable. He’s coaxing pleasure from me with nothing but the faintest touch, so I return the favor, spearing my fingers into his hair, tugging gently at the roots, then letting go. Over and over.
He groans, a long, low sound against my skin, and I realize that Nolan likes to be scratched; he likes the sharp sting of pressure and then euphoric release, and it kicks my already rapid pulse into overdrive. I slowly massage the side of his neck with the heel of my palm, and his kisses on my body become more languid, distracted, seeking lower until I feel a hand glide between my thighs.
I let out a sharp gasp as his finger gently slips inside, and a small smile curls at the corner of his mouth, likely as he realizes how long I’ve been turned on by him.
Basically, almost seven hours straight, since we left the car rental place.
My thoughts are shattered as his thumb finds my clit and begins rubbing soft, lazy circles, the other finger stroking in and out in a steady rhythm. I groan, my hands dropping from his hair as my head falls back against the wall, and my eyes flutter closed.
“I think it’s my turn to sayfuck,” I croak, and he chuckles, dropping a kiss just below my hip bone. I feel him lift up slightly so he’s crouching instead of kneeling, and then his mouth is on my breast, licking, sucking, and then nipping while his fingers work expertly inside me.
“Nolan, I—please.” I can barely get the words out as my need builds into a crescendo, my body a live wire—on edge and desperate for release, until suddenly I’m coming undone, my hand tunneling through his hair, steadying myself against him as my hips buck into his palm and my body shatters.
All at once, my thoughts are clear. Quiet. Untethered. Like looking out across a vast ocean after the morning mist has dissipated. Then, just as quickly, the world comes roaring back into sharp focus and the thumping of my pulse in my ears returns. Nolan stands, his arms still wrapped around me, his mouth kissing my neck and shoulders gently as my body rewires itself from the splintering sensation of uninhibited pleasure.
As I begin to respond to him again, his hands hook under my thighs and he hoists me up, my legs wrapping around his torso. He chuckles lowly into my neck as the apex of my thighs presses hard against his bare skin. I can only imagine how that must feel on him, warm and slick.
