27. Willa #2
My hands, shaking from my heightened sense of arousal, slide around his silky, rock-hard dick.
Without being told, my tongue swirls the tip, tasting him.
With my mouth and tongue, I continue to tease him, licking and kissing.
When he groans, desire barrels through me.
Opening my jaw to accommodate his girth, I suck him into my mouth, bobbing my head around him as my hand wraps around the base of his shaft, mimicking the movements of my mouth.
Nick's fingers grip my head, twisting his fingers through my hair.
He thrusts into my mouth, briefly cutting off my air supply before pulling back out.
Tears form in my eyes and drool slips from the corners of my mouth.
I gag when he hits the back of my throat, but I encourage him to continue when he withdraws.
I might be on my knees before him, but I've never felt more powerful, feeling him fall apart under my mouth's ministrations.
My fingers slip down my chest and under my skirt to massage my clit. Rubbing roughly, I buck my hips and moan around Nick's cock as a tidal wave of mounting pleasure courses through me.
"Such a good girl. There's nothing hotter than seeing you pleasure yourself while sucking my dick," Nick growls, watching me avidly. "I want you to fuck your fingers and pretend it's me."
In response to his words, a violent tremor rushes down the entire length of my body, and I comply immediately. My fingers glide inside my slickness. I thrust my fingers in and out in time with how Nick pushes in and out of my mouth.
When I'm on the precipice of climaxing, Nick withdraws his dick from my mouth. I whimper at the loss. But he grabs me under my arms, lifting me, perching me on the edge of the desk. Spreading my legs, he pushes my panties to the side and drives into me with one beautiful and brutal thrust.
The welcome intrusion fills me, stretching me deliciously. My eyes roll back in ecstasy each time he reaches that special spot inside me that makes my breath hitch and my pulse spike.
"What a naughty girl," he whispers through clenched teeth. A lock of hair falls onto his forehead and Nick looks more disheveled than I've ever seen him. It does something to me to know that I cause him to lose control. "You're my naughty girl."
"I am," I sigh as Nick continues to play my body and my psyche like a priceless Stradivarius.
He knows exactly how excite me and make my body splinter with pleasure.
I've never been treated or spoken to like this before.
The dirty talk. The domination. It all makes me forget my anxiety, my problems, my worries.
It gets me out of my head. All I can focus on is the way Nick makes my body hum in ecstasy.
“I fucking love watching your tits bounce every time I thrust into you,” he growls through clenched teeth.
Nick pinches one of my nipples, twisting it. The suddenness of it, the jolt of pain…I cry out.
And just like that, my tenuous grasp over my body snaps. I scream, loudly, as my orgasm overwhelms my senses. My muscles tense, my hips buck, and my inner channel undulates, pulsating and throbbing.
Not more than ten seconds later, Nick swears expletive after expletive as his release comes, spurting and hot inside me. I clamp down, my body tightening its hold on him.
"If this is your idea of punishment, remind me to misbehave more often," I mumble, dazed and satiated.
Panting, with a sheen of perspiration on his forehead, Nick gazes down at me with gentle adoration, the controlling, dominant side of him having been put back in its place for now .
As I catch my breath, he gathers me into his arms and carries me to the couch.
I settle onto his lap. Nick wipes away the mascara that has migrated under my eyes and the lipstick that got smeared.
He buttons my blouse and finger-combs my hair back into place.
Embracing me, he places gentle kisses on face as he murmurs compliments in my ear.
As the neurons within my brain slowly start firing again, I realize there's a mess of fluids between my legs, which we need to discuss. "We didn't use any protection," I start, biting my lip.
Nick buries his face into the side of my neck. "I'm sorry," he says, his breath hot on my skin.
My intention in bringing it up wasn't to make him feel bad, but rather to allay any concerns.
"Don't be. I enjoyed it. I love how you make me feel, but I didn't want you to worry about pregnancy.
" It's now or never. If Nick is serious about pursuing a relationship, he has the right to know about my fertility struggles.
"I received the diagnosis of Asherman's Syndrome last week." Briefly, I outline what it means and how it might affect my chances of getting pregnant. “While it’s possible I could get pregnant from unprotected sex now, it’s highly unlikely.”
Nick sits silently, listening intently and stroking my back before he repeats the words that my doctor said to me.
"It's a hurdle, not a blockade, my darling.
I'm glad you told me, not because I was worried about a pregnancy, but because I'm glad you feel comfortable confiding in me again.
" He pauses, inclining his head to one side.
"You know, Belgrovinia has a cutting-edge women's hospital outside of Marymount.
Would you entertain the idea of having your procedure here so that I could care for you afterwards?
I hate the idea of you going through it alone in California. "
I mull over his idea. When Dr. Moriarty outlined the procedure, he told me he'd refer me to a specialist for the surgery. Regardless of the location, my surgeon will be a doctor with whom I have no prior relationship. Therefore, does it really matter if I have the surgery in LA or Belgrovinia?
And I would love to have someone to take care of me. That was one of the things that made the aftermath of the miscarriage so painful. I had no one to physically support me through it.
"Alright," I agree.