Chapter 12 #2
I slide my free hand around to bury it in that thick, soft hair, curving my fingers around to cup the back of her head.
Holding her in place, I tilt my head, opening her mouth to deepen the kiss.
Her tongue eagerly meets mine and it’s like nothing I’ve felt before.
I can’t remember the last time I fucked someone who wasn’t a club girl, but because I don’t really kiss them, it’s been a while since I’ve done this.
That’s not why this feels so different, though.
I know that. It’s the way Nova comes alive in my arms.
Her arms go up around my neck, and she pushes herself up on her toes despite already being in heels.
My hand inches lower, palming one cheek of her fine ass, and I can’t help groaning.
I lift her and she wraps her legs around my waist. Then she grinds against my cock, pushing the zipper of my jeans against my dick through my underwear.
It’s borderline painful, but I’m not about to stop her, not when she’s whimpering into my mouth as she does it.
As much as I’m enjoying what she’s doing, I want more.
I walk us the short distance to the bed and lean down to lay her on it.
She makes a sound of protest when I end the kiss and straighten up, but she catches her breath the moment I pull off my vest and drape it over the nearby chair.
Her eyes look like two glowing emeralds as she stares at me and the hunger in them has me hurrying to strip off my clothes in record time.
When I get down to my boxer briefs, though, Nova’s tongue comes out to wet her slightly swollen lips, and I pause with my thumbs hooked in my waistband.
“Damn, sweetheart, I’m half-tempted to put you on your knees for a while just so I can watch those lips and that tongue work my cock.”
Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t look disgusted or disturbed by my words. Fuck, that’s hot.
“Get that dress off,” I order.
She sits up and pulls down a zipper on the side of the dress, then wiggles out of it. I’m so mesmerized by her wiggling hips that it takes me a minute to realize the movement’s jiggling something else.
“Fuck me,” I mutter.
She’s not wearing a bra.
When she gets the dress off, she leans back on her elbows, her hair spilling over her shoulders to partially hide her full breasts. Her panties are barely-there lace, and I almost ask where she got them, but then I decide it doesn’t matter because I’m more interested in getting them off.
Her mouth isn’t the only thing I’ve been wanting to taste.
I take off my underwear and wrap my hand around the base of my cock. I stroke myself twice, my eyes on Nova’s face as she watches. I’m still looking at her when I kneel next to the bed.
“What are—”
I grab her ankles and pull her toward me. She lets out a yelp that turns into a shaky laugh when I tug down her panties and toss them aside. More than ready to see the last bit hidden from me, I spread her legs, draping them over my shoulders so my face is right in front of her most delicate bits.
“Creed!” She tries to close her legs. “You don’t have to… I mean, we can…”
I lift my gaze to meet hers. “Please tell me you’re not a virgin.” My voice is rough. “I’m not gonna be gentle.”
“Not a virgin,” she says, blushing.
That pretty pink definitely goes all over, but it doesn’t completely pull my attention from the sharp stab of jealousy I feel at knowing I’m not the only person to see that all-body blush.
“But?” I prompt, sensing she’s holding something back.
“One guy,” she says. “One time. It wasn’t… I mean… he didn’t…” She makes a motion toward me and I take a guess.
“Go down on you? Make you cum?”
Her flush darkens and she shakes her head. I give her a wolfish smile, happier than I should be that her only prior experience with sex wasn’t great.
“Hold on, then, sweetheart,” I say as I settle into a more comfortable position. “And feel free to scream my name.”
I always made sure my partners enjoyed themselves, but I’ve never felt this possessive, primal need to make a woman climax. And I’ve never really cared what a woman says, as long as it’s not another man’s name. But Nova, I want anyone within hearing distance to know what we’re doing.
I don’t pause to think about any of those things, because I know if I did, I’d talk myself out of this, and I want her more than I’ve wanted anyone longer than I can remember. I’ve controlled myself around her all this time, but I don’t want to anymore, even though it’s just for tonight.
Her thighs are soft and smooth under my palms as I slide them up to grip her hips.
I can hear her breathing quicken and I smile before licking right up her slit.
She gasps and tries to wiggle, but I tighten my hold and press my mouth against her pussy, diving right in.
From the moment my tongue parts her folds, she starts making more noise than I’ve heard from her the whole rest of the time she’s been here.
She’s not talking, exactly, but occasionally, I catch a word or two.
It’s mostly yes, fuck, more as I tease her clit, gauging her responses to figure out what pressure and friction she likes best. She’s so fucking responsive that it almost hurts to wait to get my cock inside her, but I’m gonna make her cum on my tongue if it’s the last thing I do.
It’s not long before she’s squirming and chanting my name, her hands grabbing onto my covers, curling into fists.
I’ve got her right up to the edge when I take that little knot of nerves between my lips, sucking hard as I slide a finger inside her.
She cums with a scream that I’m sure can be heard downstairs, even over the music.
I keep at it, wringing as much pleasure out of her as I can before she starts trying to pull away, panting and shaking.
I sit back on my heels, wipe my mouth, and then reach over to the bedside table to grab a condom. By the time I roll it on, Nova’s on her back, pupils blown wide, rose-pink nipples tight little buds.
I smirk down at her and ask, “Ready for more?”