She tossed her head fitfully against the bedsheets as he continued to stroke the nub between her legs. Each time he did it, she cried out again, unable to control the building pressure and her body’s response to his touch. When he slipped a finger inside her, she moaned deep in her throat.
His lips moved back up to her mouth to quiet her, and his tongue tangled with hers while his finger moved in and out of her with maddening slowness. She grasped his head with both hands and kissed him with all the pent-up lust she couldn’t control. “Oh, God, Mark.”
“Shh,” he whispered against her lips. “Just feel it, Nicole. Let it happen.”
Let what happen? She wasn’t certain, but she desperately wanted to find out. His finger played with her more before his thumb returned to nudge the spot between her legs that made her legs tense and her thighs quiver. He moved his lips back down to her breast and tugged at her nipple once, twice, between continuing his descent to rain kisses along her trim belly and then…he parted her thighs with both hands, his mouth a whisper away from the nub he’d made so swollen and wet.
She bit the back of her hand to keep from crying out. She knew what he was going to do, instinctually she knew, and she didn’t want to move a muscle for fear he would stop. She held her breath, every aching sinew in her body tensed and ready to feel his mouth on the spot where she desperately ached for it.
When he lowered his tongue to her, she gasped. The tip moved through the springy hair to part her lips there and rub deliciously over the swollen nub that ached for him. She whimpered in the back of her throat. Her hands moved down to tug at his hair and hold him in place. “Don’t stop,” she begged.
“I wouldn’t dream of it,” came his deep, aroused voice. She felt his smile against her thigh.
His tongue plunged again and again, rubbing roughly over the spot where she needed it most until her legs shifted restlessly beneath him and she arched up on both hands, her breasts jutted out. Her head fell back, her hair dangling behind her to brush across the mattress.
“Oh, God, Mark,” she breathed.
He slipped a finger inside her then and pressed upward against the inner wall of her sex, hitting a spot so perfect, so sensitive that she cried out again, and when he paired it with the brush of his tongue against that spot between her legs, she cried out one last time as shudders racked her body and tremors made her limbs quake. She fell backward against the mattress, her body deliciously limp, her breath coming in hard, fast pants, as she tried to make sense of what had just happened to her, an experience unlike any other.
“That was…” She tried to speak but words failed her.
“The most beautifully erotic thing I’ve ever seen.” He pulled her hand to his lips and kissed her knuckles.
“But you’re not…” She blushed and continued to pant.
“I’m not?” He arched a brow.
“Mother told me what happens in bed between a man and woman,” she explained, too weak to rise up on an elbow and look him in the eye. “And that wasn’t it,” she finished with a wry smile.
“It wasn’t?” he said with feigned surprise, lifting his eyebrows high.
She weakly pushed at his arm while he laughed, his wide shoulders shaking with mirth.
“Don’t make sport of me,” she said, in a mock-angry tone. “I’m new to this, you know.”
He rolled atop her and covered her with his body again, his laughter fading. His lips covered hers, his hard probing length searching between her thighs.
“I believe the correct way to go about the actual act,” he breathed into her ear, “is something like this.” He circled his hips above her. She clutched at his thighs, wanting to guide him into the nest between her legs.
His length slipped against her wet warmth and she reached down to clasp him in her fist and lead him into place. He felt like heated silk, throbbing, reaching for her.
“Yes, sweetheart.” He kissed her forehead, her neck, the delicate shell of her ear. When he was in place, he breathed in and out for a few moments while Nicole prepared herself for the pain her mother had assured her would be a part of this.
But when he slid inside, there was only the heat of him, the wet warmth and the slick slide of him, pushing her open and filling her. She fiercely wrapped her arms around his neck, her eyes widened with shock.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, gazing down at her and swiping a strand of her hair from her face.
“Mother said… it would… hurt.” She winced, embarrassed to admit it to him.
“Yes, well, it doesn’t have to,” he replied, kissing her forehead again. “If you have a partner who knows what he’s doing.”
She didn’t have time to think about that loaded reply because he began to move and her breath arrested in her throat. The hot length of him slid slowly in and out of her, pausing so his fingers could glide down her body and once again find the nub between her legs. He skillfully brought her to climax one more time before pumping into her. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he released himself inside her while calling out her name.
In the aftermath, he pulled her atop him and stroked his fingers through her long hair. “I love you, Nicole,” he breathed against her temple.
“I love you too, Mark,” she replied on a long, satisfied sigh. “More than words can say.”
They’d spent the next few days in bed, where he’d proceeded to teach her a variety of different positions and the places on her body that were the most sensitive to pleasure. He’d taught her about his body too, what he liked and where her touch caused his pulse to quicken.They’d talked, laughed, and discussed all sorts of topics ranging from his love of horses, to her favorite Lawrence painting. Nicole had never been happier.
