Nick
Imight come in my pants.
The negligee is pretty and all, but holy hell, the fabric is very sheer, and Leah’s body is fucking hot.
“Is it okay?” she asks quietly, her arms hugging her chest as she tries to model it for me. “I don't think I've ever worn something quite like this “
I can barely breathe, taking in her curves. “Leah darlin’, you are so beautiful.”
She blushes, looking at the floor as she pushes her dark waves behind her ear. “So … it's okay?”
“More than okay.” I offer my hand. “Come here.”
I pull her into my arms, turning her until her back settles against my chest and our reflection fills the full-length mirror. “Look at you—”
“Nick …” She nervously laughs, averting her eyes.
I catch her chin between my fingers, gently bringing her attention back to the mirror. “Let me show you what I see.”
Her eyes flicker up to our reflection.
“Perfect. Just stay right there with me.” My arms wrap around her waist as I rest my cheek on her head. “Look at your eyes, darlin’.
I tilt her chin up with one finger, forcing her eyes to meet mine. “These eyes.” I shake my head, my voice dropping low. “I’ve spent hours trying to figure out what color they are. They change every time you look at me. Every time you smile. Drives me fucking crazy.”
I run my thumb across her lower lip, feeling her breath hitch against my skin.
“And this mouth.” I lean in, my mouth hovering over hers, not kissing yet, just breathing her in.
“I think about this mouth more than I should. Think about what it would feel like wrapped around me. Think about making you swallow.”
She whimpers, her lips parting, and I finally close the distance, kissing her hard and deep, my tongue sliding past her lips to taste her. I pull back before she can get too lost in it, my hands moving down to her wrists, gently prying her arms away from her chest.
“Don’t hide from me,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to her breasts, her nipples hard and visible through the thin material.
“These.” I cup them, lifting, my thumbs brushing over the sensitive peaks until she gasps and arches into my touch.
“Perfect. Fucking perfect. I love how they fit my hands. Love how you gasp when I do this.” I pinch, rolling her nipples between my fingers, and she moans, her head falling back.
I keep one hand on her breast and slide the other down, tracing the curve of her waist, her hip, until I’m palming her belly. “This,” I say, my voice thick. “Soft and strong. I love this spot. Love how it feels under my hand.”
I move lower, my fingers slipping between her legs, and she jolts as I slide through her folds. “Already soaked,” I groan, my cock throbbing against my sweatpants. “You’re dripping for me, aren’t you? Soaked and ready. I can feel how much you want this.”
I press two fingers inside her, curling them, and she cries out, her hands flying to my shoulders. “Nick—please—”
“Please what, baby?” I ask, my fingers pumping slow and deliberate, my thumb finding her clit and circling. “Tell me what you need.”
She’s panting, her hips bucking into my hand, her eyes glazed and desperate. “I need—” She swallows hard, her face flushing pink. “I need you to eat me out. Please. I want your mouth on me.”
I groan, deep and guttural, my fingers still working her as I lean in to kiss her neck. “You want my tongue where my fingers are? Want me to lick you until you scream?”
“Yes,” she sobs, her nails digging into my back. “Please, Nick—”
I pull my hand free, bringing my fingers to my mouth and sucking them clean while she watches, her breath coming in ragged gasps. “Get on the bed,” I command, my voice rough. “Spread your legs. Show me exactly what you want me to taste.”