I did as he said.He tugged the shapewear down my legs, gently lifting my feet until it was completely removed.That just left my black lace bra and panties, which he eyed like he planned to eat them.He hooked his fingers around the edge of my panties and tugged them down, exposing my very recently trimmed hair.ThankGodI’d at least had the idea to do a little maintenance work before tonight.Not that I’d expected to end up here.
An appreciative hum escaped him as he got onto his knees in front of me, his gaze stuck to the shadows between my legs.He reached behind me to unclasp my bra and it crumpled around me.He pulled it away, his gaze stuck on my peaked nipples.He leaned forward and took one between his lips, so gently that I wondered if I imagined it.
A shuddery gasp escaped me, and my eyes fluttered shut.He did it again to the other breast, and I bucked my hips involuntarily.
“What do you want more right now?”he asked, his voice coming out gritty.His thumb traced lazy circles on the side of my bare thigh.“Your clit in my mouth or my cock buried inside you?”
I choked a little from the question.“I…I can’t choose.”
“Come on, Scarlett.”He pressed his lips to one knee, then the other.“Don’t make me choose.”
I arched myself toward him, just needing more of whatever he was willing to give me.“Maybe you should.I just want all of you.”
He grunted, dragging his thumb across his lower lip.“Spread your legs for me.”
I did as I was told, barely able to breathe as his kisses moved up my leg.He fit his head between my legs, spreading me open, humming softly before brushing a finger against my slick core.
“You’re soaked, babe.”He brushed his thumb over my clit, causing my whole body to jolt.
“Well, I don’t know if you’ve looked in a mirror lately,” I said, my voice strained.
He stroked my clit lazily, looking up at me with a devilish grin.“Have you been like this every time we’ve gone out?”
I didn’t want to admit the embarrassing truth—that I’d been masturbating to memories of him for four years now.That he was the best I’d ever had.That I worshiped at the altar of Nash Nightingale.
“Maybe,” I managed to squeak out.
“Oh my God.”He found my entrance and pushed one rough, thick finger inside me.“I can’t believe I’ve been playing it safe when you needed me so bad.”
My eyes fluttered shut as he eased another finger inside me before flattening his tongue against my clit.A moan escaped me, my head lolling back as the sensations overcame me.His tongue made lazy, gentle swipes at first.But as my thighs tensed and my back arched, he quickened his pace, flattening his tongue over my swollen clit before swapping his fingers for his tongue.
I shouted at the sudden delicious penetration.The way he buried his tongue combined with his nose pressed up against my clit sent me right over the edge.My thighs clamped around his head and I cried out, the waves of pleasure streaking hot and fast from head to toe.
My legs kept trembling even after the orgasm receded.Nash looked pleased with himself as he stood.He reached into the tub to turn off the water, never taking his gaze off me.
“I thought that was dessert, but it was really the appetizer,” he said, his rough voice scraping through me.The sight of him unbuckling his belt and removing it in the dimly lit bathroom made my core clench with need all over again.He made quick work of shucking his pants and unbuttoning his shirt until he was just in boxer briefs.Tattoos stretched across his collarbone, over the wide expanse of his pecs, curling around his shoulders, down his bulging biceps.For a moment I got lost in the art—the vintage illustrated rooster, a sprawling sunset against cornfields that bled into the soaring skyscrapers of NYC, twin birds across his ribcage.There were roman numerals, phrases in Latin, coordinates, and so much more.
But then his dick stole the show.His thick cock strained against the fabric, the bulbous head peeking past the waistband.My head was spinning.Never in a million years had I imagined I’d share a night with Nash again.
Certainly not after he’d peeled me out of my shapewear.
He was naked then.Broad, powerful, toned, and completely tatted.My fingertips grazed over his thick thighs as he fisted himself.
“Get in the water,” he growled.I obeyed his command, slipping into the warm bubbles, gasping as the sweet scent overcame me.The water sloshed gently at the sides as I waited for him to join me.He guided me to scoot forward and got in behind me, easing himself to seated before pulling me into his arms.His thick cock was trapped between my ass and his lower belly as he wrapped his arms around me.
“Holy shit, this is nice,” he said into my ear before biting my lobe.A shiver ran through me.I didn’t even have words to express how much I agreed with him.I rolled my hips, seeking the hard length of him against my ass cheeks.
“It’s so much more than nice,” I murmured as his hands wandered up my belly, cupping my breasts, slipping across my hard nipples.I relaxed back against him, feeling completely held in a way I couldn’t remember ever feeling.I kept rolling my hips, hungry for his cock, desperate to feel him fill me.
“You are so fucking sexy, Clara,” he growled into my ear.
“Don’t you mean Scarlett?”I teased, though I could barely form words at this point.The water sloshed around us as he matched my movements from below.His thick cock rubbed against the crease of my ass and up to the small of my back.
“Clara.Scarlett.”He angled his hips then, allowing his cockhead to make contact with my dripping pussy.He eased himself in as he growled, “My girlfriend.”
His cock slid into me, sending electricity skating through my limbs as my mind spun from his words.I gasped as he stretched me, slowly filling me until there was no more room forward.A long, ragged moan escaped me and I collapsed backward against his chest.He held me tight against him, and I clutched his powerful forearms.
“Fuuuuuck, you feel so good.”
