"Nick?"
She had no idea what she meant, saying his name like that.
Did she have a question?
She couldn't remember.
All of her brain cells were on overload.
Or maybe they'd all stopped working the moment that his mouth closed over her breast.
His tongue.
His teeth.
Every moment was better than the one before.
She pressed her nails into his back as he dragged his tongue over her skin.
The rough texture of his tongue caught her breath in her lungs.
She moved one hand up, skimming over his back to grasp the back of his neck.
The close-cropped hair tickled her palm, and she lost herself in the sensations.
NICK
Ruth was under him, her lush body warm and welcoming.
Her hands on him felt like a dream, but this was reality.
One he wanted to keep forever.
He pulled on her breast with his mouth, and felt her hips rise up.
Her movement brushed her thigh against dick, and he wanted to slip inside her and feel the warm heat of her body surround his.
"Oh, Nick."
He practically purred at the way her voice sounded in his ears.
She was so sensitive that it put him on edge.
He smiled and the sensation must have done something to her because her hands lifted, moving between them until she could grab onto his shoulders.
One hand tugged and the other gripped.
He was pretty sure she didn't know exactly what she was doing at that moment and he loved it.
He wanted her to be a little out of control.
"Closer..."
He didn't know how much closer he could get.
They were already bare. Every inch of their bodies that was in contact with the other was a sweet slide of heated flesh.
He released her nipple with a soft pop and went to work on the other.
