“Yes,” I said, agreeing to his unspoken request.
The moment I did, his fingers gripped my hips and lifted me up onto the kitchen island. With frenzied control, he tugged my shirt up and off my head, leaving me in my lace bra. His hands slid beneath my skirt, and a tremor rushed through me. My knees parted automatically, and he stepped between my legs. He began peppering kisses down my neck as his fingers grazed the bare skin of my inner thigh. My fingernails dug into his shoulders, anchoring me in place as his lips and tongue continued their path over my collarbone.
His touch and kiss were both feather-light but still managed to cause a swirl of arousal to build in my lower belly. This seduction was slow and sensual, and I felt like I was going to combust with frustration.
“Please,” I begged.
His lips grazed over my pebbled peaks covered in lace as he asked, “Please what?”
My brain was so foggy with pent-up desire that I wasn’t sure I could form a sentence. “Please touch me.”
“Where?” he asked as his fingers brushed over my satin-covered sex. “Here?”
I nodded as I breathed, “Yes.”
His fingers dipped beneath my panties and the second I felt the roughened pad of his finger slide along my damp feminine folds, a shock of bliss exploded in my core.
Why did his touch have to feel so good?
Tears began to fill my bottom lids, but I willed them away. There was going to be plenty of time for crying. Tonight, right now, I was going to enjoy every second of our time together. I wanted to commit it to memory.
His mouth worshipped my breasts through the barrier of my bra as his fingers worked their magic between my legs. Tingles spread throughout my body as my pulse quickened. His touch and kisses teased my release like a rubber band being pulled taut and ready to snap.
It didn’t take more than a few flicks of his finger across my clit to take me up and over the edge. As ripples of tingling sensation rushed through me, I held onto him and rode out my shuddering orgasm. As it crashed into me, I found myself in shock at how easy it had been to climax. I had no idea why I was so responsive to Nick or how he could bring me to completion in seconds. But I wasn’t going to think about it now.
Instead of allowing myself to think about anything, I acted purely on impulse. Before the last aftershock had hit me, I pushed his shoulders, causing him to take a step back, and his arms dropped to his sides I hopped off the island onto the floor, and as soon as my feet hit the tile, I dropped down to my knees and unbuttoned and unzipped his pants.
He stood above me, his chest heaving with labored breaths, as I freed his steel-hard erection from his black boxer briefs. My mouth watered as I gripped his girthy manhood and pressed my lips to his engorged head. His fingers raked through my hair before his palm settled on the back of my head, cradling me gently.
Need and desire pulsed through me as my lips parted and I sucked him into the velvety warmth of my mouth. My tongue licked the underside of his shaft as I squeezed his base with my hand. I tightened my lips around him as my mouth traveled lower, taking him as far as I could. The head of his crown hit the back of my throat, and I gagged slightly. Saliva filled my mouth as I began to move up and down his shaft, sucking him into my mouth as I stroked him with my hand.
I poured everything I felt into this act. All of the love, passion, heartache, desire, sadness, and need that I’d suppressed and wanted to show him was being communicated with actions, not words. I knew that I couldn’t take away all his pain, but somehow I thought if I could just make himfeelthe love I had for him, then that would be enough to dull some of the anguish he felt. I hoped it would because I was giving him all I had to give.
