17. Sonya
Sonya
W e never made it past Nick’s front hallway.
As soon as the door clicked shut behind us, Nick had me pressed against it, and his mouth was hot and greedy as his hands mapped every inch of my body.
I hardly even registered the sound of my bag when it hit the floor before his fingers slid under my dress and gripped my ass, bringing me flush against his hard body.
As much as my body pulsed for him, I meant what I said in the car and I pushed him away. “Me first,” I panted with one hand to his chest while the other made quick work of his jeans. “Does he still hurt?” I rubbed his thick erection through the boxers, enjoying the way his breath hitched.
“Sonya,” he moaned.
“I guess that’s a yes,” I answered, yanking the boxers down his legs with one hand and fisting his cock in the other. “You’re so long. So thick.” I slicked my tongue over the slit where a bead of liquid had gathered.
“Fuck.”
I smiled and wrapped my lips around the crown, swollen and hot. I moaned as his hips moved, thrusting forward. I took my time, gripping his base in one hand while I slowly slid my mouth down his cock, inch by inch. He was hard and musky, grunting while he fisted my hair in his hands.
“Sonya, babe. Fuck.”
God, his encouragement was so fucking hot.
The moment my lips touched my hand, I moved my hand to his balls and took him all the way down.
Over and over I did it. I couldn’t get enough of the way he tasted, the sounds he made, the control he tried to maintain.
I gagged myself and tugged on his sac and that’s when his control snapped.
“Sonya,” he warned.
My response? I did it again.
And again.
He gripped my hair tight enough that it stung at my scalp but I didn’t care, I was too ravenous, too hungry for his response to my actions. His hips moved like a man possessed, never aggressive but definitely in search of his pleasure.
I stayed in control, though, tightening or loosening my lips and throat to control his pleasure. With my lips wrapped around my teeth, I took one stroke through pursed lips and one all the way down my throat.
“Fuck,” he shouted again.
I gripped his incredible ass, round and firm, and encouraged him to go deeper. Faster.
And he did. It was hot as hell, intoxicating, and I was so soaked it dripped down my legs.
“Sonya!” He roared my name over and over as his cock exploded and coated the inside of my mouth before slid down my throat. I sucked the tip until he was totally spent and his legs shook. “Ah, fuck, babe. That was…fuck!”
I smiled. “You said that already.”
“We are definitely doing that again later. Only next time you’ll ride my face while we do it.”
I shivered. “Yes, please.”
He smiled and helped me to my feet before he dragged me to his bedroom.
We spent hours, possibly days, getting lost in our passion for each other.
He feasted on me, gifting me three orgasms before his cock joined the party again.
It was an overload of sensations. My body hummed with pleasure, my mouth couldn’t stop smiling and laughter spilled out of me every other minute because I was just so giddy with my need for him.
We tore up the sheets, rolling from one position to the next, giving out orgasms like they were erotic Halloween treats.
I lost track of how many times I came, of how many times I made him come.
There was nothing gentle or careful or polite about what we did all night, it was just a raw, desperate need for each other.
Every kiss. Every touch. Every single thrust lit me up until I was absolutely certain that I would combust.
At some point I collapsed right on top of Nick, my cheek on his chest as I fought for every single breath until my body relaxed against him and the mattress, and slowly my breathing returned to something that resembled normal.
He was warm under my cheek, his heavy arm wrapped around me and the next thing I knew I was plunged deep into dream land.
I wasn’t even sure it was a dream because it felt so real.
Nick was there because of course he was.
The man had a starring role in all of my dreams since that first night.
But in this dream, everything was different but the same.
Nick was there, his blue gaze looking at me like I was the only thing, the only person in the room that mattered.
It was the kind of look a woman expected from a long-term lover. A husband. Not from something casual.
I expected a hint of panic, or honestly, more than a hint; instead, my stomach dropped with something like anticipation and joy, something hot that made my pulse race.
And then he was right there in front of me, blocking out everything but his handsome face as his hands framed my face in a featherlight touch that made me feel precious.
He looked down at me with a mixture of heat and longing as he slowly slid into me.
His strokes were deep and slow. Sure. Like he owned me.
He fucked me slow and deep, a hint of a smile on his lips as if he knew exactly the effect he had on me.
I woke up, a hot sweaty mess, and all I wanted was Nick.
Again.
The clock on the nightstand said it was just after three in the morning.
The house, hell the whole world was dark and silent, with just a sliver of light peeking in through the blinds.
Nick slept soundly beside me, flat on his back with one arm still draped across my body.
His skin was so warm that the scent of him, masculine and earthy, mixed with sex hung thick in the air.
My senses were on high alert and my need for him grew.
Stop it, I told myself and squeezed my knees together to stop the ache. But that didn’t ease the ache. Nothing did.
Nothing would but the man himself.
I turned slowly until I faced him, shifting so my thigh brushed his.
He stirred, fingers flexing against my hip. His voice was rough and his volume was low when he spoke. “Startin’ something, Sonya?”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded even though he couldn’t see much in the dark. “Yeah,” I finally answered, laying my hand on his belly and sliding down until I found him hard and thick. I squeezed the way he liked.
He moaned. “Couldn’t sleep?”
I stroked him as I got to my knees. “No. You were in all of my dreams.”
He smiled. “What was I doing?”
“Me,” I moaned when he grabbed me and dragged me onto his body so that his erection split my folds, nudging my clit until I moaned again. “You couldn’t get enough.”
“I can’t get enough, Sonya.” His words came out deep and gravelly, filled with an emotion I refused to name.
This is sex. Just sex, I told myself as I fisted his cock, raising up before I sank down in one long move that made my head fall back as a helpless mewl slipped from my lips. “You feel so good,” I whispered.
“God,” he grunted, fingertips digging into my hips as he maneuvered me up and down his length. “I love your pussy, the way she squeezes me, possessive and greedy. Like you were made just for me.”
My breath caught in my throat. His words hit me somewhere I wasn’t ready to acknowledge, might never be ready for that level of introspection.
I focused on the way he stretched me out as he invaded my body, the way he knew exactly which stroke would provoke which reaction.
He knew my body in a way nobody did, not even me.
It was as unsettling as it was intoxicating.
“Nick,” I moaned, rocking back and forth.
He sat straight up so we were chest to chest, face to face. “Ride my cock Sonya.” And then his mouth was on my throat, licking and kissing me as he whispered filthy things in my ear. “Ah, you like the dirty talk. Your cunt gets so wet when I tell her what a dirty girl she is.”
As if on command, I clenched tight around him.
“Fuck, babe, you’re strangling my cock like you never want to let him go.” His hands palmed my ass, easily sliding me up and down his cock faster and deeper.
“Nick!” His name left my lips as a warning. My pleasure started tingling in my toes and raced up my body.
“Fuck me, Sonya. I want you to fuck me until you come and then I don’t want you to stop, got it?”
I nodded wordlessly.
He leaned forward and tugged one nipple between his lips, sucking hard. “Got it?” he asked when he released one nipple before he dove in for the next.
“Yes,” I cried out, riding him harder and deeper while he did wicked things to my nipples.
He licked the tips, sucked them hard before his teeth sank into the sensitive flesh.
It was the biting that finally yanked me off the cliff, and I flew apart, shattering as I cried out my pleasure.
My legs shook and my belly quivered. The orgasm shook my body uncontrollably and he held me as I rode it out, his hips moved in slow, shallow strokes that kept me from coming down completely.
“Sonya,” he growled, his tone a warning.
I kept going as he demanded, but my legs were on the brink of giving out.
“Good girl,” he praised, and my pussy gripped him tighter. And then in one smooth move our positions were switched, but he still held me around my back, driving into me with long, quick strokes that made me arch off the bed.
“Yes,” I shouted when he licked a trail of heat from my collarbone to my mouth and back down again. His teeth took the same path while he fucked me so hard and so deep that I couldn’t tell which way was up.
Eventually he found his orgasm, filling me with hot liquid before he stilled on top of me.
All night it was the same and it felt wicked and dangerous. Thrilling. He reached for me. I reached for him. It never ended. When I thought we were done, we started up again. Every inch of our bodies had been thoroughly satisfied each and every time.
Something inside my heart cracked open, but I pushed it aside and focused on the pleasure.
On the orgasms. Eventually our bodies gave out.
My limbs felt like they were someone else’s and my pulse raced while my head spun with too many thoughts to focus on any one of them.
That last time changed something. I felt it.
I knew it even if I was too much of a coward to name it.
Nick’s breathing slowed beside me, his cock was still buried deep and one arm was still wrapped around me possessively.
Our bodies were a sweaty tangle of limbs that made it impossible to tell where one of us ended and the other began.
“You’re mine,” he murmured, half-asleep as he kissed the top of my head.
I didn’t say anything. What could I say? That I felt like his? That he had claimed me so thoroughly tonight I wasn’t sure any other man would ever make me feel the same? I couldn’t say any of that, so I pressed a kiss over his heart and let sleep claim me once more.
And the dreams, when they came again, were full of Nick.
On the ice.
In my bedroom.
Over dinner.
Smiling at me, always smiling.
I named every single smile he sent my way because they were all different.
They were all magnificent.
They were all just for me.