Chapter 39
Nolan
Apparently, I lose my mind anyway.
The moment my lips touch hers at the foot of the bed, I’m a goner. Of all the things I’ve imagined doing, this is what I’ve craved the most. The feeling of those soft, plump lips against mine. She tastes so fucking sweet, like the pineapple juice we drank in the front lobby on the way to the villa.
She sighs into me and steps back, just enough for my eyes to rake over her. “Let me see you.”
She swallows, reaching back to unclip the straps behind her neck.
My knees go limp when her breasts fall out.
They’re the perfect teardrop shape, full at the bottom, nipples begging for me.
I immediately drop to my knees, worshipping them.
They’re so full, each hand can barely contain them.
I take each one in my mouth, running my tongue over her until she’s gasping, until she pushes back.
“You want me to stop?” I ask.
“No. I want you to fuck me,” she says. For a moment, I think she’s slightly embarrassed, but she can tell by the way I feel against her stomach how much that turns me on.
“I’ll fuck you on one condition,” I say, sitting back on the bed, her in between my legs. “You’re going to tell me what you want. Every step of the way.”
She blinks up at me as I run my hands down her backside, over her ass. “I wouldn’t even know where to start.”
“What haven’t you done that you’ve always wanted to do?”
“Literally anything.”
“No,” I say sternly, giving her a soft tap on the ass. “No more people pleasing. I want you to tell me what you want me to do to you.”
She swallows and it occurs to me she’s never been asked what she wants. “I don’t know if I can,” she whispers.
“Sweetheart, look at me.” I wait until she makes eye contact with me. “Listen, anything you want me to do to you, I guarantee I’ve already thought about it a million times. You have no idea how much I’ve wanted you like this, how many times I’ve come in my own hand thinking about you.”
She tilts her head, taking it all in. For a second, I’m terrified I’ve freaked her out. But she nods, straightening her shoulders slightly. “Okay.”
“That’s my girl. Now what do you want me to do?”
“I—I want to sit on your face.”
“Fuck,” I hiss. “You want to sit on my face while I eat your pussy?”
“Mm-hm.”
I back up on the bed and motion for her to come with me. She straddles my chest, a little unsure what to do with herself. I pull her arm upward, bringing her over me, taking a second to stop and admire her. “Stunning” doesn’t even start to describe her.
“Hold on to the headboard,” I instruct.
She does as she’s told, and I can tell by her face that she’s a little anxious. I start slow and soft, running the flat side of my tongue over her, and it’s game over. For both of us. She gasps, nearly collapsing over me. “Fuck, Nolan.”
“You okay?”
She nods, her legs still tense on either side of my head.
“Do you know how long I’ve imagined this? How long I’ve imagined how good you taste?” I ask, which makes her ease up a little. “So fucking sweet.”
When I sweep from the front to the back, she nearly loses it, tensing her stomach. “Fuck,” she manages.
“If you like it, I want to hear that you like it. You’re holding back. If you want me to stay on your clit, tell me.”
“Keep going, right there. Please.”
“Keep going until you come?” I clarify, ready to absolutely devour her.
“You’re going to—” she starts, finally letting herself relax into me, grinding herself into my face. Her thighs clench as I lap her up. It’s not long before she’s riding my face, taking what she wants, angling me exactly how she likes it.
“Scream. Show me how much you like this,” I say, my lips vibrating against her.
And she does. Loud. It’s music to my ears as she grips the headboard, her body trembling over me as she rides my face with abandon.
I want to burn this image of her losing it, of her tits bouncing over me, into my memory for all of eternity, if possible.
“I’m sorry if I was a little much.”
“Are you kidding me? Andi, do you know how hot it is that I can get you off like that?”
“You’re lying.”
“I swear on everything, it was. I almost came just from the sound and taste of you coming alone.”
“That was…I’ve just never done that before. And not just sitting on someone’s face. Actually being vocal, you know? It was different.”
“Good different?”
“I think so.”
“Well, good. Because I like a woman who knows what she wants in bed.”
Her eyes blaze. “Oh yeah? So if I beg you to fuck me right now, that would turn you on?”
“Sweetheart, you don’t ever have to beg. How do you want it?”
“I want you to fuck me from behind.”
“Get on your hands and knees,” I order, grabbing a condom from the drawer. When she does, I inch myself forward into position right behind her, rolling it on. “Spread your knees.”
I run myself along her seam and nearly detonate right then and there. I’ve imagined what it would feel like to be inside of her, and fuck, I don’t know if I can handle it.
Finally, she pushes back against me, absorbing my tip. I suck in a breath, feeling her close in around me. It’s the best fucking feeling in the world.
“We have to go slow,” I manage. “You’re so tight.”
She nods, rolling her hips back to take a little more.
“More,” she whispers. We go glacially slow, not just for her, but for me.
As she sinks lower and lower, she pulses and grips around me, and I swear to god, I feel every single thing.
It’s disorienting, how every single nerve ending is pulsing and tensing. I am officially ruined.
“Oh fuck, yes,” she hisses, taking me fully. It takes a couple moments, but she finally adjusts around me, just barely.
“Don’t fucking move,” I order, holding her hips to keep her still.
“Why?” she whispers, her tone laced with a need that drives me wild.
“Because I’m going to come and I’d prefer not to embarrass myself entirely.”
She smirks, leaning forward into the pillow, moving in a way that nearly ends me. “Please fuck me,” she begs.
Even teetering on the edge of a near-death situation, I don’t know if I’d be able to say no to this woman. I rear back and enter her again, my vision going fuzzy at the sound of her soft whimpers. I lean forward, kissing her neck, desperate to be as close to her as possible.
We find a rhythm, going slow at first. And then she starts bucking her ass against me and I lose it. I start to thrust hard into her once I know she can take it, relishing each moan, each cry, each “Fuck.”
And when she tells me she’s going to come again, I hold her tighter, reaching around her front to touch her the way I know she likes it. It doesn’t take long until she starts shaking and collapses onto the mattress, contracting under me.
As it rips through her, she closes her eyes and tosses her head back, her plump lips parted, the flush of her pleasure warming her cheeks and her chest. I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.
I don’t know how I manage to hold back as long as I do, but I come with her. It’s so intense, my ears ring and my vision goes entirely. I lose all ability to do anything but ride out the explosions of pleasure, which last for a scary amount of time, eventually settling in small pulses.
I kiss her neck, tracing my finger over every curve and slope, treasuring her the way she deserves.
I roll her into my side, chest to chest, relishing her warmth, every point of contact, our fingers intertwined.
She blinks up at me, resting her forehead against mine, holding it there, our breath syncing.
I don’t know that I’ve ever been more connected to someone else than I am right now. I think about how right it feels having her here with me. How right I feel at home with her.
It’s official: I have never felt something so fucking good in my entire life. And it’s not just the orgasm. It’s her.