7
Sighing as I lead Nick by the hand into a cozy little study at the back of the house, I decide he’s really more like one of the knights of yore. So determined to protect that he’s literally afraid to touch me. I’ve had about enough of that. I’m not sure if I’d have been brave enough in New York to do something about it then. Even if I’d understood it. But I feel so much more in my element here. It’s giving me confidence I didn’t know I had. For the moment.
When I push Nick into the big overstuffed armchair that the previous owner left behind, the slightly wild look in his eyes has me second-guessing his level of interest in me. But I’m reassured when I slide onto his lap and his hands naturally come up to hold me firmly. As if his body can’t help reacting, his thumb starts sweeping over the soft skin of my midriff under my shirt. Good, time to start seducing my husband.
But I can’t hold back the nervous giggle as I attempt to tug his head down to meet mine. It’s not an elegant kiss. I haven’t exactly been out there practicing — but I am determined. And either Nick grows tired of my flailing about or I’ve pushed past the first layer of resistance because seconds later he takes over. And it’s delicious. His giant hands hold me tight against his chest as his tongue sweeps my mouth, possibly looking for landmines but definitely leaving me in no doubt as to his ability to make me very, very wet.
When I pull back slightly so I can breathe, he lets me go instantly, but his arms are still comforting steel bands against my back. “There, that wasn’t so bad, was it?” I smile dazedly into his eyes.
“Candace.” His exasperated sigh has me laughing as I drop kisses along his jawline. I shift on his lap until I’m able to press my aching pussy against his hardness — which part of him I couldn’t say at the moment, but it eases the ache. I continue looking for a spot, any spot that will get a stronger reaction from him. I find it just below his earlobe. He jerks against me before relaxing again. Hmmm. I test that theory by gently biting down on his lobe and sucking lightly. His fingers tighten spasmodically into my softer flesh. Before I can revel in my newfound powers, he gathers me up and turns me around.
“Wha?” I grumble, finding myself facing away from him and into a gilded mirror I’d forgotten was even in the room.
“Don’t get ahead of yourself, little mouse. I said you had to initiate it. Not that you’re in charge,” Nick rumbles into my ear. I watch as he slides one hand between my legs, rubbing the damp fabric of my shorts with a low hum. My thighs clench instinctively around his hand and Nick chuckles. The rumble of it rolling tantalizingly against my back. “Are you always this wet for your lovers, Candace?” There’s a bite of jealousy in his voice that takes me by surprise. I meet his gaze in the mirror. But when I part my lips to reply, nothing comes out. Instead, I flush a deep crimson red. I watch in dismay as it spreads up my neck and the corresponding light of awareness dawn in his eyes.
“Little mouse?” he whispers softly while his index finger traces the line of my shorts where it meets my thigh.
“What?” I grumble, not wanting to say the words.
“Are you a virgin?” His voice is gentle, there’s no disdain in it. But I shut my eyes anyway so I don’t have to watch myself confess. I nod.
“Has anyone even touched your body? Kissed you here?” His hand shifts under my shorts, his thick fingers finding my pussy wet and waiting.
“Nooo,” I moan, wanting to press into him, but he’s holding me firmly in place.
“Then open your eyes, little one. Unless you want me to stop?” I’ll kill him if he does. I lift my eyelids, not quite prepared for the wanton image that confronts me. Nick’s other hand is under my shirt, cupping my breast, his thumb teasing my nipple into a hard peak. My cheeks are pink and my eyes are half-lidded. I look ready to be ravished on the cover of some bodice-ripper romance. But instead of a ruffly silk dress, I’m wearing plain white cotton shorts and an orange t-shirt. Slowly, he presses his middle finger into me, just a little, and my pussy floods in excitement. This. This is what I’ve been waiting for. He pulls it out and gently rubs my clit. Now my channel clenches at the absence of his finger and I twitch against his hand, wanting it back but also right where it is.
“So eager, little mouse. You are truly a joy to behold.” I can feel him growing thick and hard under my ass, but I can’t think about that now because his finger is back, deeper. His other hand lightly pinches my nipple, and each nerve in my body jumps. I clench against his hand, every bit of me tensing with the rolling energy gathering in my belly.
“You’re safe, Candace. Let it take you, little one,” he rumbles and the very sound of his voice sends me over the edge. The climax rips through me, breaking me into a thousand shards that go flying in every direction, or at least that’s what it feels like. But like the gravitational pull of the earth, his thrusting hand commands my attention as I slump onto it, the waves of sensation still pulsing through me.
Nick slows his touch to a soothing caress, and my breath eases closer to a normal rhythm. I make my body move, turning it into his side because I can feel him already pulling away. I use one hand to pull his head down, but still only his jaw is in reach of my lips. I kiss him anyway and feel his hands tense slightly.
“Oh, Nick. Or is this where I should call you Mr. Savage?” I tease him, pulling my face back far enough that he can see my smile.
His growl makes me grin. And he blinks slightly, as if expecting me to run away in fear.
“I have another question.”
Nick’s eyebrows go up in inquiry, but he doesn’t speak.
“How are you keeping track of all these orgasms? You’re clearly very skilled.” I frown at that, not wanting to think how he may have gained those skills. “So, is there a spreadsheet or something? I don’t want you to forget any and you might lose track.” I hope that’s enough to plant the seed that I’m going to be coming back for more very soon. If I wasn’t so wrung out right now, I’d say I’d just stay right here and start again, but I think it’s probably better if I regroup.
Nick’s frowning down at me like I’ve morphed into an alien seductress. “We’ll have a meeting, you and I,” he says slowly, “every evening and compare notes. You can tell me then if there’s anything you didn’t like.”
“A meeting?” Strangest kind of meeting I’ve ever heard of.
“You can call it whatever you like, retrospective, review, one-on-one, but it’s still a meeting.” He’s teasing me now while adjusting my shorts back to where they were, sort of. The fabric is now wet through, so I’ll have to change.
Reluctantly, I slide off his lap and stand in front of him with my palms flat on his chest. “I have to go check on the greenhouses this morning. Do you need anything? Not that I’m likely to have it, but I could probably rustle up an extension cord.”
Nick just looks amused. “Everything is coming by courier this afternoon. In the meantime, I will look around your little mouse house.”
I shrug and smile before saying sassily, “Don’t go too far, I’m not done with you yet.” I don’t dare look at him because I’ll blush or burst out laughing but I catch a glimpse of his expression in the mirror. I think I may be paying for that remark when I initiate the next round of our very odd game.