I don’t know how much more I can take, but I refuse to have another orgasmlike this.“Please,” I whine. He moans, hanging his head back. “Please, Nick,” I whimper, leaning forward to place more tender kisses on any sliver of exposed skin I can get my hands on. His fingers massage the firm muscles of my ass as he carries me to his room. I engage my core, carrying my own weight, so it’s easier for him to unlock his door. After I kick my heels off and reach up under my dress to pull the leggings down, he steps behind me, resting his hands on my waist.
“Wait,” he commands. The darkness in his tone sends a shiver down my spine. He pushes me to the bed, hinging me at the hip so my hands are propped against the mattress. Dexterous fingers hook in the elastic of the garment, and he strips the tights down the length of my legs. My back arches asthe tips of his fingers graze my skin in a movement that feels agonizingly slow.
Then, he slaps the newly exposed skin before dropping to his knees and lapping at my wet heat. My body turns to liquid. Suddenly, I can’t keep myself upright. His tongue circles my clitoris, sending shock waves of pleasure through me. My thighs tremble, then my entire body vibrates, giving notice of my incoming climax.
Half my face is buried in the down comforter, muffling my moans.
There’s a brief draft and, before I can even look up to find the cause, Nick returns with a condom bitten between his teeth, his hands moving roughly to get his jeans down. I don’t get the chance to admire his stacked body because he inserts himself inside me with a guttural groan that lands in the base of my core. I didn’t see it, but I can feel his delicious girth and perfect length as he rocks his hips into me.
“Shit, Snowflake,” he sighs, pausing and resting a hand on my ass. He squeezes, overwhelming it with my plump flesh. I toss a look over my shoulder, wondering what’s wrong. He levels me with a stare that’s laced with passion, wetting his lip and offering me a lopsided smile. “I might need this for more than eight days.”
My laughter is untamed, unfamiliar, and cut short when he slams into me. He grips my hips with both hands as he hits me with thrust after thrust. I rest my knee on the edge of the bed so he can hit my spot and — oh,fuck.
“You feel so good,” I cry.
The only response I get is another guttural groan.
“You gonna come one more time for me, Snowflake?” His question sounds more like a demand. One I’ll happily yield to.
“Make me come, Nick,” I reply, tossing another look over my shoulder and biting my lip to stifle a greedy moan.
He reaches between my legs, swiping his flat palm against my clit as he slams into me. Euphoria coils in my body, static rolls over the surface of my skin. My mouth pops open with a moan I can’t contain as yet another orgasm gushes out of me.
Nick trips over the edge right behind me, losing his rhythm and cursing as he tosses his head back. He stiffens, tightening his hold on me as he lets go of his release. Easing himself out of me, he rolls the filled condom off his shaft and disposes of it in the waste basket in the corner.
I stretch, bending to retrieve my leggings.
“Where are you going?” He asks.
“Back…to my room?”
My brows jump when he sucks his teeth, shaking his head and shrugging out of his shirt. “Get in the bed, Krystal.”
My skin heats at his use of my government name. I do as I’m told, stripping out of my dress before I do.
“This is all I have for your hair,” he says, his tone softening. I take the silk, Hermes scarf with a gentle smile and revel in the way his fingers brush mine.
“It’s perfect,” I reply, beginning the task of taking the hundreds of pins out of my hair. He’s fast asleep by the time I finish, and I’m careful not to wake him when I go to wash my makeup off afterward.
When I finally crawl back into bed, the exhaustion I was expecting earlier settles. He wraps his arms around me and pulls my back into his front like we do this every night. I’m terrified of the feeling that creeps in, that tells me I wouldn’t mind it if we did.
Krystal
Is it a walk of shame if the walk is only a step or two back to my room? I guess it’s not a walk of shame because I’m not ashamed, even in the slightest. After last night I feel like I could start a new business, move to a new country, fly to space — small feats compared to the mind blowing sex I had last night. Maybe it’s because it’s been forever, but…that felt…different, than anything I’d experienced before.
I didn’t even bother getting dressed in the outfit I wore last night. I tie the plush Emerson B&B robe at my waist and pad over to my room at ten in the morning. Nick was already gone when I woke up. The note he left me saying he went to go take pictures was right next to my pillow when I opened my eyes.
My heart flutters.
He’s not mine.
He’s not mine.
He’s not mine.
But for the next seven days…
A deep sigh forces its way through my chest. Am I setting myself up for something devastating by doing this? When hegoes back to DC and I go back to New York, what happens then? My heart races as I wait for the shower to heat up.
