“Oh, come on. It’s been all I could think about since we left it sitting out here.”
“Does that mean your mind was somewhere else while we were having sex?”
I shrug.
“Maybe I wasn’t convincing enough.”
“Maybe you should work a little harder,” I say, teasing him.
“Casey…don’t challenge me.”
“Or what?” I cross my arms and lift my chin.
“This is a dangerous game.”
“Ooh, I’m scared,” I say, winding him up even more.
“Casey.” This time my name escapes his lips in a grunt. “Don’t do it.”
“I’m not doing anything, Nick. You’re the one who’s…” I can’t finish the sentence, because Nick’s arm has wrapped forcefully around me, his mouth pressing urgently against mine.
I can’t breathe; I can’t move. Nick pins me there against the fridge, locked in his arms, suffocating me with kisses. His hands release their grip and start to roam over my body, as I stand there, drowning in his passion as it weakens my knees.
“If you’re hungry, I can feed your appetite,” he murmurs into my ear, before lifting me up and carrying me back through to his bedroom. We tumble breathlessly onto the bed, side-by-side; but Nick doesn’t let me go. I can feel his enormous hands all over me, as if he didn’t have two hands, but six or eight. His starving mouth follows their trail, and I abandon myself to my own excitement. I let him course through my veins, indulging in his movements and echoing the rhythm of his body, impatient to feel him inside me again. My hunger only has one target, now.
Fuck dessert. Fuck everything.
The only thing I need is him.
His legs lifts over my hip, and he presses his cock against my pussy; I relax my muscles, letting him inside me. He pushes slowly, his movement agonisingly seductive, making me want everything, right now.
Just a taste isn’t enough.
“Nick…” I beg him, pushing my hips towards him.
“What…?”
“I’m hungry…really hungry,” I tell him anxiously.
“You have no idea how hungry I am.”
“Then what are you waiting for?!”
He laughs against my lips, before sliding himself in deeply.
“Oh, God, yes,” I moan, feeling my body melt into him. Nick pushes, before pulling almost totally out of me, making me yell in frustration. My hand is entangled in his hair, forcing him against my mouth, so that I can breathe him in.
He changes position suddenly, rolling himself onto his back and taking me with him. He grabs my hips and I lift myself up, letting my head fall back at the feeling of him so deeply inside me. It’s overwhelming, having him underneath me, all to myself.
“Fuck,” he breathes, running his hands up and down my back. “You on top…fuck, it’s the best view ever.”
Ignited by his words, I start to move myself on top of him. Nick reflects the movement of my hips with his, making the most of the scene: he wants to watch as I take everything I want from him. And that’s exactly what I want: Nick O’Connor, all for myself.
I move myself, my fingers tracing the lines of his stomach as I let my eyes roam his Greek God body. His eyes are dark, penetrating; he throws his arm above his head, and I feel the heat between my legs grow almost scalding just at the thought of him, lying there at the mercy of my desire. I move slowly, excited by his moans, his panting – his cock, almost at climax.
“Do whatever you want with me,” he says, locking his eyes on mine.
“You want to be my sex toy?” I ask him, leaning down to reach his lips.
