He doesn’t finish, but leans down toward me, and kisses me. Slow and sensual. His tongue asks for entry, and I gladly grant it.
The excited stumbling in my chest and the fluttering inside me suddenly intensify as he strips off my motorcycle jacket, never once taking his lips from mine. He only pauses to shed his own jacket, then his shirt. Immediately the feeling of pure desire floods through my body again. My hands glide over his taut stomach and he hums in agreement against my mouth.
“I think we’ll eat later… I have to… fuck.”
My hand wanders over the bulge in his pants, completely throwing him off, and he curses softly, pressing himself harder against my touch.
“Yeah… definitely eat later,” he murmurs, nibbling my lip before planting soft kisses on my neck and bringing his mouth close to my ear.
“Arms up,” he commands roughly, and I raise them so he can pull the hoodie over my head. “So beautiful.” As if hypnotized, he stares at me, and my mouth goes dry under that intense gaze.
“That has to come off too. And fast.” He snaps at my bra, reaches behind me, and seconds later lets it fall to the floor. His mouth sucks on my nipple while his free hand teases the other.
“Ohhhh,” I moan softly, and his touch sends electric shocks straight between my legs.
Damn.
He teases me relentlessly until he suddenly pulls away, only to grab my waistband, kiss me deeply, and undo my jeans. He takes his time, plenty of time, but when we’re finally both naked and I’m about to beg him because I want him so badly, he simply shakes his head.
“Not here. Wrap your legs around me,” he asks, and I do as he says, whining when I feel his hardness against my pussy.
“Hmmmm, someone’s impatient,” he smiles, pulling my lower lip between his teeth as he carries me to the couch. But instead of laying me down, he sits with me, and before my knees even land on the couch to either side of him, he presses me down and fully sinks into me.
Oh God.
Oh God!
I don’t know which way is up or down. This feels completely different from the other times.
“Move, Lia,” he pants breathlessly, his self-control hanging by a thread, all because of me. And that gives me such incredibleconfidence that I start moving seductively. Slowly. Without hurry.
Nicolas groans deeply, his hands firmly gripping my ass, pulling me tighter against him, and I let out a pained sound because it’s far from enough. His lips tease and torment my breasts while I ride him, letting him take the lead. It feels different, more intense. And as the tension rises inside me, my core pulsing and contracting around him, I surrender and fireworks explode within me. My orgasm lasts for an incredibly long time, which is why Nicolas follows shortly after.
Smiling, I lean my head on his shoulder to catch my breath as his fingers gently trace up and down my spine.
“We wanted to get to know each other, not have sex all the time.”
Nicolas bursts out laughing.
“Well, I think we’re getting to know each other pretty damn well right now,” he chuckles, his whole upper body vibrating.
“THAT‘S not quite what I meant, but glad it amuses you,” I reply dryly, and he laughs even more.
“Oh, I don’t mind this way of getting to know each other, on the contrary.” He lifts his hips slightly, and even though it tingles irresistibly and I clearly feel him getting harder again, I get up with a grimace, and my stomach growls loudly.
“Take it easy, cowboy. I need to shower and I’m hungry. Really hungry. So how about you prove those highly praised cooking skills of yours, so your poor wife doesn’t starve? „Though to shower, I need to know where the bathroom is. Damn it, do I even have fresh clothes with me?”
Nicolas must be reading my thoughts from my expression because he stands there grinning and looks down at me.
“Come on, I’ll shower with you, and after that, I’m your kitchen slave. And before you ask, yes, we have clothes here. Upstairs in the bedroom. Deal?” I beam at him.
Deal.
Amelia is nothing like I expected. She’s truly thriving here, growing more relaxed by the day, and I’m starting to see that she has a sharp, sarcastic sense of humor, something I really like.
She intrigued me from the start, even if it was in a negative way, but now I find myself more and more fascinated by her. And the sex, it’s absolutely phenomenal. To be honest, I’ve never experienced anything like it. Sure, I’ve had good sex before, and plenty of it, mostly to blow off steam, but this is different, and I like it. Even being married to her doesn’t feel so bad anymore. On the contrary, every time I look at her, when I’m inside her, when she laughs, tells me off, or stands her ground, I realize more and more that I’m not going to let her go.
“I don’t want to go back.” Her voice is quiet, almost like a whisper, and I pull her closer to me.
