Chapter 14 Sally
Sally
My heart threatens to pound out of my chest with nervous excitement as Nolan swoops me into his arms and carries me to the cot.
He loves me! And I love him. It’s fast, crazy, wonderful, and so very right. And now I can’t wait to ride my gorgeous mechanic until we both can’t stand up straight. I’m about to give myself, body and soul, to the man I’ve fallen in love with.
Nolan stops at the foot of the cot and lowers me to my feet.
His hands move to his shirt, and he tugs it over his head.
Tonight, I take the time to appreciate him.
Broad shoulders, defined chest with its smattering of hair, and sculpted abs.
His sweatpants and boxers are next, leaving him naked, and my breath catches at his sheer masculine perfection.
My hands twitch with the need to touch him.
“You’re… incredible,” I breathe, shaking my head in wonder that this man is mine.
My eyes linger on his thick cock arching proudly away from his body. I reach out instinctively to touch him.
He catches my hand before I can make contact and brings it to his mouth, pressing a kiss to my knuckles. “Not yet, sweetheart. If you touch me, I won’t last, and I want this to be special for you. I plan to take my time with you.”
His words intensify the throb between my legs, and moisture slicks my inner thighs.
Nolan moves close, and I raise my arms as he strips my shirt over my head. My bra quickly follows, landing on the ground next to my T-shirt.
“Fuck, I love these,” Nolan rumbles, cupping my breasts. I have more than enough to fill his hands and then some.
“I’ve always been a bigger girl. And well-blessed here,” I murmur self-consciously, placing my hands over his.
His brown eyes hold mine. “Blessed is the right word. Everywhere. You’re beautiful. Every inch of you.”
He skims his hands down my sides, following the indent of my waist before gripping my hips. “Love these hips.”
Sliding his hands under my leggings, he palms my ass. “And this ass. Christ, I’ve jerked off in the shower imagining this body. Imagining you.”
My breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh. “Y-you have?”
He nods, massaging and squeezing my ass cheeks and sending skitters of pleasure over my sensitized skin.
“That’s… hot.”
He smooths his hands up my spine and around to cup my breasts again. “Will you do something for me?”
“Anything,” I say breathlessly.
He kneels in front of me, his gaze never leaving mine as he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of my leggings and pulls them slowly down my legs, along with my panties.
“I want to watch you touch yourself.”
My cheeks flame as I stand completely naked before him. “I—”
“I love you, Sally. I love every freckle, every mole, every part you think is imperfect. But right now, I need you to lie on that cot so I can watch you love yourself the way I do.”
My knees turn to water and almost give way.
“Okay,” I whisper, easing my weight onto the mattress. I lift my gaze to his, trusting him with this. “Tell me what to do.”
“You’ve touched yourself before? Made yourself come?”
I nod.
“Open your legs. Let me see. Show me how you do it.”
Holy crap, I think I’ve unleashed his inner beast. Dominant. Primal. And so very hot.
I settle into the mattress and allow my knees to drop open, exposing myself fully to him. I know I’m already wet just from his words and the fire burning in his eyes as he looks at my glistening sex.
“Spread your lips,” he instructs.
Sliding my hand between my thighs, I spread myself open with the index and middle fingers of one hand. I use the middle finger of my other hand to circle my clit.
“Fuck,” he grunts, fisting his hands at his sides as if to stop himself from reaching for me. “Look at that pretty pink cunt. Weeping for me.”
His crude words both shock and excite me. But my body loves them as my sex “weeps” harder.
Nolan grips his cock and gives it a firm pump. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”
I shiver, goosebumps rising all over my body. A quiet moan escapes my lips. “I’m thinking about your mouth on me, your tongue swirling around my clit.”
“Does it feel good?”
Heat blazes between my thighs. “So good!”
I crave him. His mouth. His hands. His cock. His everything.
“What are you thinking?” I ask, breasts heaving.
“I’m thinking of all the times I want to make love with you in the future. Laughing and gentle. Hard and brutal. Fast and deep. Slow and thorough. “
Oh, God. I close my eyes, savoring his words, wanting that too. I’ve never felt safer. More his.
My finger frantically rubs my nub in circles. My breath becomes ragged, and my heart beats wildly in my chest as I revel in the ecstasy of pleasuring myself while the man I love watches.
Nolan’s gaze never leaves mine as he fists his cock, sliding his thumb over the crown before dragging his hand back up.
The sensual image is etched on my brain as I arch my back and slide a finger inside me. Our ragged breaths fill the room.
I moan, I’m getting close, but—
“I need more, Nolan,” I gasp. “Please.”
I barely blink before he’s on me. Skin meeting skin. Heat matching heat.
His mouth claims mine, and our tongues slide together in a rhythm that sets my soul on fire.
I moan as he lowers his body over mine, letting me have his full, delicious weight so we’re pressed intimately together.
The head of his cock nudges against my entrance.
I shift, wrapping my legs around his hips and trying to entice him inside.
“Not yet, sweetheart. You need more time. Gonna make you come first.”
Nolan lowers his head to my breasts, pulling first one and then the other nipple into his mouth. His tongue laps the sensitive nubs until I’m gasping and writhing beneath him. He doesn’t let up, his teeth grazing the tender buds as his hand moves down my body, trailing across my stomach and lower.
“Oh!” I jerk uncontrollably, sucking in a breath as his fingers spread me open, sliding between my folds to find my clit.
He uses his fingers in ways I could never have imagined, circling and rubbing until I’m moaning and panting. His movements become firmer, more insistent, thumbing my sensitive nub until my orgasm bears down on me.
Nolan lifts his mouth from my swollen nipples as the pleasure begins to overwhelm me. “Come for me, Sally. I want to watch.”
“Oh, God, oh, God!”
My orgasm bites into my body. The pleasure lifts me off the bed in an arch of ecstasy, my mouth open in a silent scream as it washes over me.
“That’s it. Give it to me,” Nolan encourages, moving down my body and shouldering my legs apart.
He buries his head between my thighs, his tongue sliding rhythmically against my swollen clit, and seconds later, one orgasm merges into another.
“Nolan!” I shout his name hoarsely, my thighs squeezing his head as his tongue pulls every last drop of my release from me, leaving me panting and boneless.
He works his way up my body, kissing my stomach, my nipples, and my cheeks before his mouth lands on mine, kissing me deeply so I can taste my release on his tongue.
“I want to touch you,” I moan, sliding my hands down his back and over his hips.
He shudders against me as I learn the indentations of his firm abs.
I feather my fingers further down, and his breath hisses through his teeth as I wrap one hand around his cock.
He jerks as I sweep my thumb over the head, watching me with raw hunger as I lift my thumb to my mouth to lick away the bead of fluid clinging to it.
“Fuck, that’s hot!” he growls, lowering his mouth to nip at my neck.
“Need you inside me, Nolan. Please,” I whimper.
He nods, his jaw clenched. “Need you too, my sweet Sally.”
He reaches between us, grasping his swollen cock and sliding the head between my folds. I shiver as he nudges my hypersensitive flesh, coating himself in my juices.
I lift my hips as the head of his cock probes my entrance.
“I love you,” I whisper as he slides inside me with one full thrust.
“Love… you,” he grits, resting his forehead against mine.
“Don't hold back,” I whisper, moving my hips beneath him.
He pulls out and plunges deep, burying himself to the root. “Fuck, Sally. You feel so damned good.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and meet his thrusts. “That’s it. Harder, Nolan. Take me hard.”
He grunts as he slams into me, some wonderfully designed part of him hitting my clit with each thrust.
“There?” he asks as I jerk instinctively.
“Yes! Right there. Don’t stop. I’m going to—”
I don’t finish as my orgasm washes over me in delicious waves. My nipples tingle, my thighs, stomach, and pussy throb and spasm.
“Fuck, I'm coming, Sally. So fucking hard.”
I’m vaguely aware of Nolan’s roar as my climax goes on and on.
“Dear God!” he chokes, his hips stuttering as he shakes and shudders.
This isn’t just bodies meeting; it’s everything. A promise stitched into every gasp, every kiss, every whisper.
Nolan collapses on top of me, breath ragged. I run my hands over his back, tracing the scar that nearly took him from this world—the wounds he survived and rebuilt himself around. He faced that pain alone. But he won’t be alone ever again. Not now. Because he’s mine.
I soothe him with featherlight touches and kisses until his harsh breathing calms. My body cradles his weight, my legs wrapped around his waist, his softening cock still inside me.
“That was…” I shake my head, trying to find the words.
“Fucking incredible,” Nolan mumbles into my neck.
“Safe to say my starting motor and ignition are in good working order,” I tease.
He pulls back to look at me, his eyes soft with love. “That’s good because I think I’ve blown a gasket.”
Laughter bubbles out of me, and I tug him back down into my arms. “Better get that fixed quick because I haven’t finished loving you yet.”
He kisses the tip of my nose and grins. “I’ll never be finished loving you, my beautiful Mustang Sally.”