“I haven’t either.” Her big shadowy eyes gaze back at me. “I want to feel you bare inside me.”
“Fuck, yeah.” I close my eyes briefly, my balls on fucking fire.
We roll together across the bed, mouths fused, bodies joined. My skin burns and tingles. She rubs her pussy against me, and a groan rumbles from my throat. I slide my hands into her hair and twist the strands around them, holding her head for long, drugging kisses. She rolls her hips against me in an instinctive, erotic rhythm until I roll her to her back, shove a hand between us to find my cock, and push into her.
A long sigh of delight floats out of her mouth as I fill her. I rise up between her legs and push her knees up and back. I drop my gaze to where we join, my dark pubic hair meeting her soft, bare pussy, my slick cock sliding in and out. A low groan rumbles from my mouth. I’m mesmerized. “So fucking beautiful. Look at you.”
With every down stroke, I fill her so deeply, and I drag out of her against the pull of her inner muscles on my hard length. The primal pleasure of being bare inside her makes my head spin. It’s dirty and forbidden, but also unbearably intimate and honest.
“Christ, that feels amazing. Sweet, Nikki. So sweet.”
I hold her beneath her knees, pushing them to her chest as I drive into her. She’s beautiful, plump lips parted, cheeks flushed the most gorgeous shade of pink. She meets my thrusts with her own, soft sounds falling from her lips, her shimmery eyes determinedly focused on me. “I missed you so much,” she whispers.
“I missed you, too.” I release one knee and thumb her swollen clit, and she jerks. “I love making you come. I love making you feel good, baby.”
She whimpers again as I rub her and fuck her and then her abs contract. “I’m… I’m there… oh…” Her pussy ripples around me as she comes, her cries filling the room, and I hold off as long as I can, dragging out her orgasm until her head is tossing on the pillow and she grabs my wrist. My balls are tight, my dick throbbing, and then I let the mounting pleasure crash over me. I pump hard into her, shuddering, pulsing jets of liquid heat into her tight body. I groan, go still, press into her, and my eyes fall closed as wave after wave of hot rapture surges through me.
* * *
“You really wrote that song about me?”
It’s a long time later. I’ve shifted to the side, pulling Nikki with me, my softened cock still inside her, happy and comfy.
She doesn’t lift her head, her long dark hair spread all around her. “Almost every song on that album is about you.”
“What? Really?”
“Who do you think ‘Charmer’ is about?”
I blink.
“And ‘Still You.’ And ‘Hell, Yeah.’”
“You sound pretty ragey in that song.”
“I was. It’s about not getting what you want. Because I wanted to be with you, and I couldn’t. Or… I told myself I couldn’t.”
“Fuck.”
“I know. Sometimes that night didn’t seem real. It felt like a dream. I’d never been with someone where there was that… knowingness. That extreme, inexplicable attraction. That connection.”
“Yeah.” I know exactly what she means. I felt it, too.
“I thought, did I imagine it? Did I dream it?” She pauses to kiss my chest. “And I kept thinking about it so much and then suddenly all my other dreams were coming true. The pressure on me was massive. There were so many people I couldn’t let down. I couldn’t let myself be distracted by a handsome, charming hockey player, the man I kept thinking about, trying to figure out how to be with, and couldn’t. I wanted to see you again so much. I woke up every day aching to see you, to talk to you. So many times I had to talk myself out of ditching everything that was expected of me and jump on a plane to Newark. But that would have been irresponsible. Undisciplined. I had to stay with my plan.”
I swallow, my windpipe clamping down on emotion. “Oh, baby. If only I knew that’s how you felt.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I was the same. I’ve been completely consumed by you since the day I met you in Vegas. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. Every day I wanted to call you, and I made myself hold back so you wouldn’t think I was insane, and then it seemed like you lost interest and I… still couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were the most important thing in my life, except you weren’t eveninmy life. I was fucking miserable. Distracted. I tried to get over you by going out with other women.”
She lifts up, shoving hair off her face, to frown at me. “Ouch.”
“It didn’t work. Don’t worry, I was still totally obsessed with you. On New Year’s Eve I made a resolution for this year—get over Nikki Sullivan.”
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Then I saw the news about the roof collapse at the concert and that flew out the window. I was still fucking obsessed by you. And I was losing my mind, not knowing if you were okay. I managed to control myself up to that point, but after that nothing was stopping me from finding you.”
