Of course, she couldn’t help comparing his technique to Arthur’s.Her husband had been good at this too.There were some differences in how Nick applied pressure, and in the tantalizing way he neared her clit then retreated, but his enthusiasm was just as great.Ripples of energy shot through her, needing an outlet.
If he’d only move a little higher…
As if reading her mind, Nick gave her what she needed.He sucked, done with foreplay.There was determination in the way he dug his fingers into her hips.
Claire cried out.“Nick, God.”She buried her fingers in his hair.
“Fuck,” he murmured against her body.“That’s it, sweetheart.Come.”
When he thrust two fingers inside her, she was done.Everything exploded in a shower of light.Her sex throbbed so hard it was almost painful, but in the very best way.
Nick continued to suck until she couldn’t take it anymore.Just when she thought he was finished, he looked up and gave her a cheeky grin.“You didn’t think I was done, did you?”
“Oh, God.”
Chuckling, he lowered his head, licking softly.Somehow, she wasn’t sure how, he managed to draw out her orgasm, lengthening it into next week.Normally, after coming, her body needed a little break.But, intrigued, she closed her eyes and let him do what he wanted to do.He kissed her with tenderness, lulling her back into a false sense of security.He avoided her clit, bestowing the softest of touches on her outer lips and her inner thigh.He massaged her legs with his hands, helping her muscles relax.
Only after her whimpers and tremors had subsided did he grow bolder.With his finger, he grazed her entrance.She was still so wet.His finger moved inside her so artfully, it was as if it belonged there all the time.He’d clearly already figured out how her body responded, and yet he still had so much wonder in his touch.In and out, his finger moved, setting up a pleasing rhythm.
Claire barely saw the next orgasm coming.Between his leg massage and his miraculous tongue, she was caught up in the moment, just enjoying herself.
But then, with a wicked little hum rumbling in his chest, Nick flicked his tongue against her clit.
“Jesus!”
“Well, well.”He inserted two fingers then withdrew them.“I do like a bit of blasphemy in the bedroom.”
He showed her no mercy and latched on to her clit.It was just what she needed, even though she hadn’t realized it.She came on another wild cry, her limbs flailing in abandonment.
She was wrecked, in bits.Shocked and reeling.
No one had ever managed that before, not even Arthur.She’d had multiple orgasms, but never in close sequence.She’d always been the sort of person who needed recovery time, at least a good fifteen minutes or so.
Nick had talent.
But it wasn’t just that.His lovemaking showed insight and care, and a whole lot of tenacity.
He’d given her exactly what she needed.
Now, languorous and liquid, she lay still.Her heart was still racing, but with a steady gait, in a way that told her it might not have to be broken forever.
He dropped one last kiss on her sex.“You’re incredible.That was mind-blowing.”
“For you too?”
“Shit, yes.”He licked his lips.“You taste like heaven.”
There was such warmth in his eyes just then, such need.
Nick had restored a piece of her that she’d thought she’d lost.
And now, she was determined to do the same for him.
“You’ve been very good to me.”Even though her body practically howled with discomfort, she got up on all fours and crooked her finger at him.“But now it’s your turn.”
Chapter Thirteen
For the second time that evening, Nick froze.
