Chapter 41
NASH
Electricity bursts through me, the roll of her lips against mine lighting up every nerve in my body.
The kiss starts tentative and tender, like I’m still worried about how fragile she is after what she just went through. But when she leans into it, increasing the intensity by snagging my bottom lip between hers and sucking on it, I give in to the hunger that’s clawed at me for so many months.
I satisfy it by pushing my tongue past her lips and relishing the taste and feel of her mouth with unchecked greed.
I drag my lips away from hers, grazing them against the outline of her jaw, down to the soft, smooth skin of her neck. She lets out a tiny whimper that goes straight to my cock, instantly making me harder than I ever thought possible.
A tremor of pleasure passes through her when my lips and stubble rake over a spot right underneath the crook of her jaw, and my chest beats with satisfaction and thrill.
“Nash,” she moans my name when I do it again, and I’m suddenly full of the desire to make her say my name like that over and over.
She grabs two handfuls of my still-wet hair and tugs me up, shooting a look of intensity into my eyes, before pulling me into another kiss that’s rougher and deeper and more frenzied than the last. I fall utterly into it, losing myself in a storm of passion that’s deeper and more consuming than the rain still loudly beating against the roof and walls.
“Fuck, Piper,” I sigh against her lips in surrender. “I’ve wanted to do this every damn day for so damn long.”
Her tongue sweeps into my mouth, and my balls respond by tightening to the point of aching.
“I’ll have to get lost in thunderstorms more often if this is the result,” she says, a coy tease while she nips at my lip.
Even though just minutes ago I was the most scared I’ve ever been in my life, I laugh.
“That won’t be necessary,” I say, kissing around her neck and the delicate column of her throat. “From now on, the only thing you’ll need to do is ask.” I suck on a spot underneath the hinge of her jaw that makes her back arch. “And I might be asking pretty regularly, too.”
“Good,” she says, grabbing my hair and tugging my head up again, this time dragging her lips against the sharp stubble coating my throat and jaw. “Right now, I just have one request.”
“What’s that?” My voice is a sigh of pleasure from how her lips feel skating against me.
“Take me to our bedroom.”
Our bedroom. Those two words send a jolt of electricity racing up and down the length of my cock.
I take Piper in my arms and march her into our bedroom.
Setting her on the bed, I blanket her body, diving into another kiss. I want to get Piper out of this towel, I want to feel and taste her in all the ways I’ve dreamed about for so long. My balls are aching and my cock is thrashing with want in my pants, but I can’t pull myself away from her lips.
Not until she rolls her hips, and her center slants against the front of my pants. The friction against my cock sends flames spiraling through my bloodstream. The need pounding between my legs sharpens, and I have to have more of her, now.
It’s a miracle that this towel’s stayed securely wrapped around her this long, but with one tug, it’s finally gone.
My jaw drops. My eyelids disappear. Awe spreads through my chest.
Piper Dashwood naked on my bed is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
My eyes devour her. Her perfectly round tits with pinched rosy nipples, her cute belly button, the curve of her hip, her long, long legs, the healthy, golden glow of her skin—and when my gaze finally rests on her pink pussy, slick and glistening with arousal, my heart almost stops.
“Piper.” My voice is raw, ringing with admiration. “You’re fucking perfect.”
I strip off my clothes. Relief hits me when my throbbing cock is finally free from the confines of my jeans.
Piper leans up on the back of her elbows, the motion pressing her firm tits together. “You’re not bad yourself, husband.”
I don’t care if she’s just being playful; hearing her call me that turns me on so much that I’m all over her.
Thrill pulses through me as I explore her with my mouth.
My lips drag a hot trail over her soft, warm skin, kissing along the ridge of her ribcage, along her stomach, the outline of her hip bone, her collarbones that make me so fucking horny it’s irrational.
Her hands are in my hair the whole time, her body responding to the touch of my mouth with little movements and sounds that make me feel high.
I take my time getting to her tits, but when I do, I give them all the attention they deserve.
Piper’s muscles pull taut when I curl my tongue around the tight pink bud of her nipple and suck on it. I apply light pressure with my teeth. She quivers in a way that makes me so fucking keyed up, I have to do it a couple more times.
Piper presses her hands to the top of my head and gently pushes. I know what she’s asking for. Part of me wants to tease her, to resist giving her what we both want for as long as I can. Maybe make her beg for it, pay her back for the torture she’s inflicted on me lately.
But I can’t resist. Her pussy is right below me, and I could no more resist finally tasting her right now than a man dying of thirst could resist a cool cup of water.
I kiss a hot trail toward her center, and when I see her up close, I have to take a moment to marvel again.
“So fucking pretty.” The words fall reverently from my mouth. “And fucking soaked for me.”
Lightly, I glance the tip of my tongue up the length of her slit. A hint of her flavor dances on my tongue, and my eyes roll.
“Fucking hell, Piper. Is that how you taste?” I drag my tongue up the length of her again, with more force this time, gathering more of her wetness. “Oh, fuck,” I groan, eyes fluttering closed, sheer bliss coating my mouth. “How is it even possible that you taste better than I imagined?”
“You’ve imagined it often?” Piper asks. Her voice is wry and teasing.
“Every fucking day,” I say, taking another long, light drag of my tongue up her slit.
“Prove it, then.”
This fucking woman. Half an hour ago she had me worried for her life, and now I’m smirking against her pussy.
I eat her the way I’ve dreamed of for ages. Her hips hug the sides of my face as my lips and tongue lavish their attention on every fucking centimeter of her.
I press my tongue into her opening, greedy for as much of her taste as possible. My eyes roll into the back of my head as I groan against her wetness.
When I start to play with her clit, her hands shoot into my hair, her grip curling so hard that my scalp burns. I fucking love it. Each time her hands fist tighter and my hair tugs sharper and more painfully, I know I’m doing something right.
Her legs start to shake around my head, her stomach starts to undulate, tremors sweeping through her body, and I can sense she’s close.
When she starts to chant my name, I pay more attention to her tight clit, drawing it into my mouth and slanting my tongue against it with more pressure.
I swirl my tongue around it at just the right angle, and she falls apart. I feel her orgasm pulsing through her as I draw it out with my mouth for as long as possible, feeding on every drop of release she gives me. I’m making my wife come for the first time, and I love it.
It’s long fucking overdue.
And it damn sure won’t be the last time. Hell, it won’t be the last time this hour.
“Nash, that was fucking, fucking …”
She’s searching for the right word. But knowing that there are no words fit to describe what just happened, I silence her by pressing my mouth to hers, coating her lips with the flavor of her own arousal.
Her body was limp from the strength of her orgasm, but when she tastes her own flavor, it’s like an electric current passes through her.
She’s charged up again, leaning into my kiss, delving into my mouth and pressing her tongue against mine, lapping up the taste of the orgasm that just rendered her breathless.
My cock presses against her center while we kiss, and the feel of her warmth against my shaft hitches my chest.
Piper shifts, bracketing my hips with her thighs. In this position, the tip of my crown brushes against her slick opening as it bobs in the air to the beat of my pounding heart.
Piper pulls back from our kiss. “Come on, Nash. Fuck your wife like a good husband already.”
My fists curl tight into the bedsheets beside her shoulders as I try not to push into her right now. Because before I do, I need to say, “I don’t have any condoms in the house.”
“I’m clean, and I’m on birth control,” she answers. “It’s okay. You trust me?”
My heart responds with a pulse in my chest before I can respond with words. “Of course I do. And I’m clean, too.”
She tilts her hips, pressing her warm opening against me. Her wetness is at the tip of my head, and it’s like my chest flips upside down. My jaw clenches so tight I can barely grind out the question, “Ready?”
Piper nods, and I enter her.
Pleasure scatters through me as I slowly push into her, giving her time to adjust to my size. Her warmth coats my shaft, and the friction of her slick clench against the head of my dick has white-hot bliss like I’ve never felt before shooting through me.
My hips are twitchy as I restrain them from thrusting with every bit of frenzied excitement I’m trying to control. I know I’m big, and I don’t want to hurt her.
“Don’t hold back, Nash,” she whispers in my ear, once I’ve rested for a long beat after filling her to the hilt. “Fuck me the way we’ve both been wishing you would.”
My restraint snaps in two. Maybe I had some idea of taking this slow, making it drawn-out and romantic for our first time. But with the frenzied excitement jumping through my veins and Piper talking to me like that, I lose composure.
I thrust into her with abandon, losing myself in the pleasure, in the sensation of her clenching around me, in the way she responds by bringing her hips up to meet mine as I thrust into her, in the sound of her moans, in her soft skin and pillowy hair that I groan and gasp into.
“Piper, fuck. I can’t believe how good you feel.” I’ve never felt anything like this before, not with anyone, not even close.
I shift my hips, hitting a different angle, and I can feel something in Piper’s body change. The grip of her pussy tightens, and her chest heaves against my own.
“Nash, I’m, I’m about to …”
I race toward release with her, barreling closer with every thrust of my hips. She gasps my name, locks her legs around my back, and then falls apart underneath me.
She brings me with her. A rough groan pulls from my throat as the final thrust sends me over the edge. Reality smashes into a million pieces as the most searing, all-consuming pleasure erupts through my body.
My release jets from my cock in thick, hot streams. I’m wrung dry, right into my wife.
I collapse at her side, still riding aftershocks of bliss. I’m utterly spent and worn out in a way I’ve never felt before, and an almost otherworldly buzz of satisfaction fills my chest.
I reach over and fold Piper into my arms, holding her close against me.
“Worth the wait?”
I can’t help barking a laugh at her question. “Yeah. Worth the fucking wait.”
Her hair shakes against my face as she nods. She presses a kiss to the forearm that’s looped around her chest. “Yep. Definitely worth the wait. But let’s not wait so long for the second time.”
It doesn’t seem possible. It must defy biology. Physics, even. But even though I’ve just been wrung dry to the damn bone, my cock twitches.
“Piper, I don’t know if we’re gonna wait ‘til morning.”