Chapter 44
His beautiful wicked angel sauntered up to the patio looking like a cat that got the cream. All sass. Not a lick of shame.
Nic was completely gone on this woman. “How was your doctor’s appointment?”
“Why do you ask?” She grinned.
He dropped the towel he’d been using to wipe off tables. “Cleared for acrobatic sex?”
“Cleared for acrobatic sex.”
Nic picked her up and twirled her around.
When Nic put her down, he saw Samantha holding Ani. Somehow even the baby’s face looked scandalized. “Y’all are disgusting.”
With a wink, Nic hauled Felicity over his shoulder and headed down the sidewalk.
She slid out of his arms and ran ahead of him.
They’d been making full use of Felicity’s bin of toys in the weeks before, but Nic had been too nervous about her ribs, and she’d been too worried about her wrist to do much beyond hand and mouth stuff.
Felicity had told him that she’d ignored an injury before, and it hadn’t gone well.
She was trying to be responsible, and he’d do whatever she wanted.
But Nic had made her a promise. It wasn’t exactly a promise, but it was certainly something he intended to follow through on.
They made it to the bedroom. He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her perfect thighs around his waist. He braced her up against the wall and kissed her neck and buried his face in her amazing tits.
He slipped a hand under her sundress and felt nothing beneath besides her perfect ass and pussy.
“Took them off in the car. Figured I wouldn’t be needing them for long.”
Fuck he loved this woman. He backed up to sit on the bed. She yanked his shirt off.
“Leave it on … just for a little bit. Please?” he said, when she started to unzip the back of the dress. He slipped the straps down so he could see her tits. He sucked and kissed and flicked and played.
She whimpered, her eyes falling shut. One hand reached for his fly, the other tangled in his hair. “Nic, I’m really, really wet.” Her mouth was pink, her freckled cheeks flushed.
The dress came off now, and there might have been a ripping sound. He was on his back beneath with a perfect view of her. Her legs spread wide. She had not been exaggerating. “Hold on if you need to.”
She laughed, but her laugh became a gasp as he sucked on her clit. She moved back and forth, starting to ride him. Her thighs tightened around him. Tiny breaths. He knew the signs. And he stopped.
“Nic…” God, her little breaths. Those little drunk moans.
He started again. Fingers and tongue and twisting her tits the way he’d learned over the weeks of “gentle orgasms.”
She went back to riding him. Her back arching.
He stopped her again. She’d said that she had her best orgasms with edging, and he was eager to drive her as crazy as she had been driving him.
“I swear to god, Nic.”
He coaxed her a little wider now. He wouldn’t let up this time. Nic had been waiting for this moment for too long. He’d told her what he would do, and he’d do it.
He found that perfect rhythm she liked. She rocked against him. Her hands gripped the headboard, her gasps turning into screams. Screams of his name. Screams of yes. And finally, a tiny laugh of triumph as she felt her body tip over as every muscle relaxed.
She landed on the bed. He turned to face her, giving her a kiss.
“Con-dom.” She panted the syllables out. The panting did something hypnotic to her breasts, but he wasn’t going to miss that word.
“Now?”
“Nic.”
He scrambled off the bed and grabbed one. He pulled his pants off and then Felicity was there eagerly rolling it onto his aching cock. She pushed him down onto the bed and angled herself on top of him, her knees framing his hips. He thrust into her.
“Shiiiit.”
Nothing had ever felt so good.
“Nic … Nicky.” She was moaning again. She put a vibrator on her clit and leaned down over him. “Harder, Nic. Not glass. Remember.”
“Fuck.” He flipped over her, hitching her thigh over his waist. Putting the vibrator back on her.
She smiled. “Yes. Ah … fucking Christ. Yes.”
He gave her everything. She came again. Another scream, but her voice was hoarse. She grabbed onto his ass, shifting herself for a new angle and letting the vibrator fall.
“Oh god, Felicity.” He came so hard fireworks popped in his vision, his body shuddering and moving on his own.
She pulled him down on top of her. “I love you, Nic. And not because we just had the best sex of my life. Fuck, that sounded stupid. Never mind. Forget that.”
His eyes opened. She had a hand over her grimacing face.
“You know … I think I’m okay with you saying you love me because I fucked you to blissful oblivion.”
Her laughter was the best sound he’d ever heard.
“I love you, Felicity Gallagher.”
“What? No. I had a plan for a special moment. You were supposed to wait.”
“I’m done waiting. I kept a whole-ass diva tree alive for you for fourteen years. All the other girls want a love fern, but Felicity Gallagher needed a goddamn tree.” He pulled her closer.
The doorbell rang.
“Oh shit.” She pushed him off her. He was sure worse things had happened in the world over the whole course of history, but in that moment, Nic couldn’t think of anything worse than that abrupt removal.
The doorbell rang again.