My hand slides down my torso to my clit, where I start circling it to the quick pace he sets. “I’ve got you. Just let go,” I pant as I get closer and closer to my orgasm.
“I’m supposed to say that.” His voice is so strained as his hand clamps down on my hip.
I hope he leaves fingerprints.
“Don’t care.” My words rush out as a tingling races up from my toes. “Yes. Oh my God, yes!” My clit pulses as I squeeze his dick hard. My fingers stop circling, pressing gently as I come apart for this man I shouldn’t want.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Chris chants.
Then he moans right into my ear, sending ripples of pleasure down my spine. His grip is hard as he chases his orgasm. I’m riding high on not just the orgasms but a quiet brain as well.
“You’re going to kill me, Nova baby,” he murmurs against my shoulder.
“What a way to go, though.” I sigh.
We stay like that for a while, relishing in each other’s company. In the safety we both feel together.
Then the spell is broken as he pulls out gently and heads to the bathroom. Or so I think. When he comes back, he uses a warm washcloth to clean me up. It brings tears to my eyes.
No one has ever taken care of me. Even when Charlie wasn’t into drugs, I was the mother hen of us both.
Chris is so gentle, so tender, that I’m having a hard time reconciling what he does for a living with this man. My hunch about him being a good man is right; I just know it.
Maybe one day, I can prove it once and for all, so he knows it too.
It’s been eight days of helping Chris pick up deliveries during my shifts and naked cuddling at night.
Eight days of watching my back when Nico is around.
Eight days of being in limbo with Chris.
Eight days of seeing more and more proof that he’s an all-aroundgoodguy.
And eight days of him giving me so many orgasms that I fall asleep better rested than I ever have.
My head and my schedule are a fucking mess. I feel more paranoid than ever before. The bright side is that I’ve been able to identify all but one person who’s been dropping off deliveries. I’m not sure what Chris wants with all the names, but if it’s helping, I’m going to keep naming names.
“Your brain is doing too much thinking,” Chris groans as his hand caresses my stomach.
“Hazard of the times, I fear.”
“I can help with that.” His hand moves lower before I stop it.
“I think it’s my turn to have some fun,” I rumble, reaching back to feel his hard cock up against my ass. Gripping it firmly, I pump my hand down as he grabs my hip.
“Nova…”
“Shh, you’ve had eight days to do what you want,” I whisper as I face the man who’s making me question everything.
“By all means, don’t let me stop you.” That damn smirk makes an appearance, making me melt deeper into his atmosphere.
My hand moves slowly, teasing him the way he loves to tease me.
“God, Nova baby, that feels so fucking good.”
It’s my turn to smile because I’m just getting started. I scoot down on my knees so my head is level with the prettiest cock I’ve ever seen. It’s perfect, really. Girthy but not obscenely so. Not too long but definitely not small, with a slight curve up.Holy hell, that’s why it feels so fucking amazing.
First, I press a kiss to the crown. The salty yet uniquely Chris taste sets me off. Fuck going slow.
