Chapter 19 Nancy
NINETEEN
NANCY
I love the way Karl watches me as I take him in hand.
It’s a mix of shock and astonishment, as if he can’t believe this is happening.
I almost can’t believe it’s happening until I wrap my lips around him and his hand slides into my hair.
He doesn’t push or pull me. Instead, the weight of his hand steadies every nerve as I set a pace.
I sneak a peek up through my lashes as my tongue travels from root to tip and smile when I see his restraint crack.
I track the bob of his Adam’s apple as he swallows.
My name, a tiny moan, escapes as his mouth falls open.
His grip tightens in my hair, and I hum around him, enjoying the slight sting of my hair being pulled.
He does it again, and I react the same way.
A cycle of moans and hums, of pushes and pulls.
“Noted,” he pants, and I nearly stop to ask what he means, but his hand falls from my hair, and he hauls me up from the floor, erasing the question I had. My knees land on either side of his hips, and I let out a hiss as my husband grinds against me.
My husband.
Karl flips me onto my back, makes quick work of my underwear, and immediately buries his face between my legs.
“Holy shi…” The words die on my lips when his finger slides into me and curls upwards, causing my eyes to snap shut, sparks firing behind my eyelids.
When my eyes open, I see his on me, looking as surprised as I feel that he made me react like that. His lips curl in a smirk, and he does it again, watching my face as he drops his chin and presses his tongue against me.
It’s a lot. The stimulation inside and out is new, like everything else about the last three days. And like everything else over the last three days, I am dead set on hanging onto this feeling.
I’m so close, but I don’t want to come yet. I want him inside me now. I need his lips on mine when we cross this line.
“Stop,” I gulp, and he does so immediately, backing away from me, panic written across his handsome face. “No, I just want… need you now,” I pant, trying and failing to steady my breath.
“Oh, so… Sorry, I thought you were enj—”
“I was,” I promise. “I really was. Like too much.” I can feel my face heat, and a nervous giggle tumbles out of me as my knees come together, modesty suddenly making an appearance.
I feel the warmth of his body move up mine, and he brushes my hair aside as he smiles down at me. “Are you embarrassed for liking that too much?”
“I… it was new,” I squeak, dropping my head and trying to gain control over my nervousness. I’m also starting to wonder how the hell he knew what to do. What guy his age knows what to do? Karl looks like the cat that caught the mouse, almost smug. “What?”
He works his mouth as if trying to find the words.
“So, I took a women’s studies course, and one of the sections was on intimate relations of sex, gender, and love.
I figured it wouldn’t be the worst idea to take a class like that.
” He kneels back and begins to unbutton my top.
“There were thirty-eight women and three men in the class. It was eye-opening, to say the least.” His eyes flick back up to mine.
“A few of my classmates were extremely open about certain things.”
“Did they…” I don’t know how to ask this question. Do I really want to know Karl got sex lessons from women in his class? And if so, how hands-on were these lessons?
“Nancy?”
“Mmmmhmm?”
“Do you want to know if they were open physically?”
When I look back at him, all I can do is nod and watch as he lowers himself over me, his left hand trailing down my bare chest, leaving goosebumps in its wake.
“I never touched a single one of my classmates,” he vows, his lips brushing mine. “But I listened to every”—he kisses my left cheek—“single”—then my right—“thing”—my nose—“they said”—finally pressing his lips to mine.
When he breaks away, I follow his lips, threading my hands through his hair and pulling him back into me. “You're an exceptionally good listener, husband.”
“It was all for you, wife,” he says, nipping at my jaw.
The slow back-and-forth is gone immediately, and the rest of our clothes follow in short order. Little murmurs, mingling breaths, the crinkle of a wrapper, and finally, a tiny gasp from me paired with a moan from him as he slowly pushes inside.
Nothing about our relationship has been slow until this moment. My heart didn’t seem to need to adjust, but my body appreciates the slower approach.
“Are you okay?” he asks, his lips brushing my ear.
My yes comes out as a whimper, and he pauses to look down as if he doesn’t quite believe my words.
I think I may fall a little in love with him for it.
I do my best to relax as I guide his lips back to mine.
When he’s all the way in, he doesn’t move.
He just kisses me until I can’t stand it anymore, and I rock my hips in encouragement.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.” I nod, sighing when he pulls out and pushes back in.
His lips haven’t left mine again, like the idea of not sharing breaths is out of the question.
It’s a level of intimacy I’ve never experienced before, and I don’t know if it’s because this is the first time with him, with the man who is my husband, or a combination of the two.
It’s insane, but my god, does it feel good. Just like every other step of this wild adventure, this feels so fucking good.
“This is the best donut I’ve ever eaten,” I announce with my mouth full of apple fritter.
“May I?” Karl asks, holding his maple glaze out for me. We swap donuts, and he takes a bite, chewing thoughtfully. “It’s like a less good apple dumpling,” he says after swallowing.
“This, on the other hand, is better than almost every maple anything I’ve ever had.” I hand his donut back and reach into the box to pull out another. “Honey crueler.”
“I think you mean cruller.” He smirks, pronouncing it in a way that rhymes with “dull.”
“You’re one of those, eh?”
“One of what?”
“A cruller person,” I accuse, taking a giant bite, loving the way his gaze seems to catch every movement I make as I chew. Obsessed with how his eyes track my tongue sneaking out to lick glaze off my lips.
“I could be a crueler person,” he slurs as if mesmerized. He drops his donut back into the box and prowls across the couch until he’s looking down at me. “I could definitely be a crueler person,” he hums as his donut-glazed lips ghost across mine.
We forgot to close the curtains after a frigid yet surprisingly hot encounter on the balcony, and now I’m too distracted by a sleeping, naked Karl beside me, bathed in soft morning light, to even consider trying to sleep.
He'd murmured, “Sweet dreams, dearest,” as he drifted off, but for some reason I couldn't bear the idea of closing my eyes.
It’s taking everything in me not to reach out and trace every visible line on his body. I’ve got my fingers clasped tightly together because I don’t trust myself. He’s earned his sleep.
“Now who’s the one watching someone sleep?” Karl rasps without opening his eyes.
“How do you know I’m watching you?”
His lips turn up in the corners, eyes still closed. “I can feel your eyes on me, wife. They warm my whole body.”
Unlike me, Karl doesn't keep his hands tucked in.
He doesn't shy away from reaching for me, his fingers splaying across my skin as he pulls me into him.
I'm higher on the bed than he is, and his head ends up nestled against my chest. A contented little growl rumbles from somewhere inside his chest as he holds me tighter.
“I don’t want to go back,” he moans into my hair.
“Back to the real world,” I whisper back.
I feel his smile against my overly sensitive skin. “It’s a better real world now, though,” he says, dropping a light kiss. “The real world seems a whole lot better now.” He pulls back, hooded eyes trailing across my face. “I can’t wait to take you home.”
I’d be quite happy to remain here like this, but I also cannot wait to see what’s next for us. “What’s the plan?”
He hums as he leans into me and kisses the tip of my nose. “Let’s order breakfast and talk about it. I’m going to need a boatload of coffee. Someone kept me up all night long.”