Before I have a chance to nod or acknowledge his comment, he positions his tip at my entrance and slams inside me.
God, I’m fucking weak.
He curses under his breath and works up into a steady rhythm, his hand wrapping around my neck, the other holding my hip. My legs hike around his waist. I don’t have any control over this. I’m entirely done, the sound of my pussy squelching around his dick making me pulse already.
He kisses my lips and fills me. Over and over. Fast and slow. I don’t know how much time has passed. A minute. An hour. I’m about to come all over him, and judging by the strained look on his face, he is too.
My legs jerk, hips pushing against his, head thrown back. He takes his hand from my hair and places them both on my hips to hold me steady as he somehow rails deeper inside me.
Oh. My.God.
I nearly scream around the underwear in my mouth when I finally combust, it rocks me to my toes. My entire body feels like it’s gone off all at once, euphoria and delirium following. Nick yanks me flush to him and buries his face into my neck again,his teeth bearing down on my throat beneath my braid as he slams inside me one more time, and I feel him release. I throw my hands around his neck and hold him steady as he jerks and flinches against me.
Together, we still.
Chests rising and falling in sync, bodies unable to shift, minds barely processing what just happened. Nick shudders as he catches his breath, and eventually, he pulls back.
He’s so pretty.
A smile tugs at the corner of his lip as he pushes my hair off my face and takes the underwear from my mouth.
“I couldn’t wait,” he whispers, kissing me again.
“I’m really fucking glad you didn’t,” I whisper back.
His eyes move over my face as if he’s seeing it for the first time again. I could sit in this moment all night, but it’s short-lived.
“I have to get back to work,” I tell him.
He nods solemnly. “Right.”
As he backs up to tuck himself in and buckle his pants again, I try to decide what to do first. Underwear. Stockings. Boots. Makeup. Hair…
I should pee first.
“Um…”
“What?” Nick asks.
“I need to pee.”
He snickers. “Okay.”
“No, I mean, I need topee,” I insist.
“Would you like me to turn around?”
“Most guys would leave.”
“I was going to help you get dressed. I can’t leave you like this. That’s rude.”
I’m taken aback. “Oh. Okay. So… turn around and cover your ears.”
“You need me to cover my ears?”
“Yes.”
He eyes me playfully, but does as I ask anyway.
