Leah #2
A scream rips through me as my body convulses beneath relentless waves of euphoria. My chest heaves as the orgasm ravages every last nerve. I can barely stand as I lean against the cold tile, deliciously wrecked and ruined.
Nick sits back on his feet, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. Then with a menacing grin, he licks it clean. His eyes flutter shut as he works his throat, moaning with satisfaction. “Jesus Christ—” he sucks on the side of his thumb—“you taste like heaven.”
He rises slowly from his knees, water streaming down his chest, his jaw still glistening. Gripping my chin, he tilts my face to his, his voice dropping to a rasp.
“Kiss me.”
He doesn't wait for an answer. His hand slips behind my neck and pulls me to his mouth, his lips wet with my arousal.
A feral ache blooms between my legs as I moan into our kiss, savoring myself on his tongue.
“Do you like that, darlin’? You like tasting your pussy on me?”
I nod, my breaths fading into whimpers. My hips roll against his hardness, seeking friction—seeking him. I reach between us, my fingers trembling as they brush against his thick, heavy erection.
I freeze.
My hand can't close around him—not even close. A flutter of panic mixes with the heat in my belly. “Nick …” I pant. “You're too—”
He wraps his hand around mine, his fingers overlapping my knuckles, and together, we squeeze.
“Fuck, Leah …” he hisses as we slide up his shaft, brushing the ridge of his head.
My thumb swipes away his precum, coating my fingers as we stroke back down to his base—and back up again.
His breath becomes ragged, his hips meeting our hands.
“Do you feel how hard you make me? God, I am so fucking desperate to be inside your tight—” he thrusts—“little—” another thrust—“pussy.”
“Then do it.’
He slows down his movements, his hand reaching between my thighs. “Is that what you want, darlin’? You want me to fill you up with my cock?”
I nod, licking my bruised lips.
He sinks two fingers into me as he works me open. “So … tight …”
My hips grind down on his hand, needing more. The sound of my wetness is obscene, echoing over the hum of the shower. “Nick, I want you inside me. Now.”
“My needy girl,” he growls. He captures my mouth, his name no longer a hymn on my lips. Gone are his soft kisses that lured me to the devil. This is beyond temptation; it’s a bargain without words.
And I gladly surrender.
His arm lifts me up as my legs wrap around his waist. Water sluices off our bodies as he carries me to the bed. And—
Oh … my … gosh …
His fingers impale me deeper, the engorged head of his length brushing against my clit with each step.
More. I need more.
My vision blurs as the tight ache returns to my lower belly. My nails dig into his skin as my hips grind against him. I’m overwhelmed, tears gathering again because I want him so badly.
“Nick … I can't stop—”
“Don't you dare come—not yet. Not until I bury myself deep inside you.”
He lays me back onto the mattress and removes his fingers, the sudden emptiness maddening. He reaches for his discarded pants, grabs a condom, and slips it on before lining himself up with my entrance.
“You ready, darlin’?”
I nod frantically, my eyes locked with his intense gaze.
Finally, he pushes in.
My mouth drops open with a silent scream at the enormous stretch. My body yields, reshaping to fit him, and I nearly forget to exhale.
“Fuck, you're tight,” he murmurs. His hands curl around my hips, lifting me off the bed before inching deeper. Sweat gathers at his brow as he trembles, sinking all the way to the hilt.
My breath comes in short, shallow hitches as he throbs against my walls. The fullness is overwhelming and painful and exquisite.
He chuckles with a wicked smile, catching his breath. “Good girl. Look at you, stuffed so full with my cock.”
He pulls back and thrusts in again.
Then again.
And again.
Harder.
Faster.
He sets a rhythm, his hips snapping against mine as he pistons in and out.
My heels dig into his lower back as I roll my hips into him, meeting him stroke for stroke.
“That's it,” he grits out, his voice strained. “Take it. Take all of me.”
The pressure builds, coiling tight in my belly. My head lolls back, thrashing against my pillows as I grip the sheets. “Nick … It's happening. Please, I need to—”
“Do it, darlin’,” he commands, his thumb finding my clit, rubbing in frantic circles. “Let go. Come with me—”
“Nick!” I sob as the orgasm crashes through me, my back arching off the mattress.
His thrusts become erratic, his groans guttural and feral. “Fuck—Leah—” He buries himself to the hilt and stills, his whole body shuddering as he swells and pulses inside me.
Tears trace across my temples, collecting in my hair. My legs remain locked around his waist, terrified that this was a dream, that if I let go, I may float away from this moment.
And gosh, this moment … I never want it to end.
With his chest still heaving, he slowly softens and pulls out carefully.
Although this is new, the sudden emptiness is a great loss, like finally finding the piece of a puzzle that brings a picture to life
Nick deals with the condom and quickly returns with a warm washcloth. He presses it between my legs, cleaning slowly and deliberately. A soft whimper escapes my lungs at the ache of my swollen center, but his touch is only reverent and gentle.
Crawling onto the bed, he lays back against my plethora of pillows before pulling me to his chest.
I snuggle into him, his heartbeat still fast and rhythmic under my cheek. My fingers trace lazy patterns on his stomach, my knuckles brushing against the coarse hair.
He kisses my temple, his arm heavy and warm around my back. “You’re shaking,” he murmurs. “Are you okay?”
I nod, overwhelmed by the aftershocks still pulsing through me. Looping my arms around him, I nuzzle deeper into his chest.
He chuckles, his fingers playing with my hair. “You're a naughty girl, Ms. Harrison,” he teases softly.
I snicker along with him.
Except something cold prickles in my spine.
Naughty.
The word catches somewhere deep, dragging every warning, every sermon, every whispered sin rushing back at once. My lungs seize, and suddenly I can't pull in enough air.
You're a whore.
A Jezebel.
An adulterous slut.
Unclean.
“Leah?” Nick sits us up, his hand resting on my shoulder. “You okay?”
I nod too quickly, blinking hard against the sudden burn behind my eyes.
You're fine. It's all fine.
But the voices keep coming, one accusation crashing into the next, holding my breath hostage somewhere beneath the shame.
‘Flee from sexual immorality …’
‘Your body is a temple …’
“Leah,” Nick says sternly, his fingers cradling my chin. “Look at me. Are you hurt?”
Yes.
“I'm fine,” I croak. “Can you please just … hold me?”
Without any hesitation, Nick wraps his arms around me and pulls me into his lap. He reaches for the sheet, drawing it around me before holding me close again.
I sink into him, and whatever fragile grip I had on myself slips away. The first sob catches in my throat, but then I'm crying in earnest, trembling against his chest as I cling to him.
“I'm a whore,” I whisper.
“What?”
“I'm dirty. And-and … disgusting. I knew better, Nick. I knew, and I still—” a sob tears through me—“I'm ruined.”
“What? No.” Nick pulls me tighter, rocking me slowly against his chest. “None of that is true.”
“But I—”
“Leah baby …” His cheek rests against my hair. “None of that is true. You are not ruined or dirty or disgusting.” He pulls back, his gaze boring into mine. “You are beautiful and kind and the most selfless person I've ever met. Nothing about tonight changes that. You were amazing tonight.”
Another sob breaks free, and I shake my head. Shame clings to me as guilt pulls me under. “I can't … I can't do this. Oh my gosh, what have I done?”
“Hey.” His arms tighten around me. “You've done nothing wrong. Nothing.”
“Can you just hold me please? I'm sorry—”
“Shhh. I've got you, darlin'.” He brushes back my hair, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I've got you for as long as you'll have me.”
Until you realize I'm not worth any of this.
I curl into his chest, and he keeps rocking me while I cry. My sobs slowly soften into exhausted breaths, and somewhere between the warmth of his arms and the steady rhythm of his heart, I drift off.