Chapter 8 #2
I wish he would. I’m really turned on now. I’m still surprised when he talks to me like this. He rubs the tip of his nose against mine with his eyes closed. I lick the center of his lips with my tongue and listen to him groan.
“I like the way you taste,” I tell him against his lips.
He puts his hands on my hips then runs the palms of them over my ass and down to the back of my thighs. “Cat, I’m going to try and take it slow, but if you keep doing things like that, I might not be able to control myself.”
I look him in the eyes with all the boldness I feel. “So don’t try, fuck me.” I pull his pants down around his ass. His dick springs free and brushes against my skin. His voice is strained when he speaks, I can see he’s trying to control himself.
“I don’t want to hurt you, Cat.”
“You won’t, I’ll let you know if you are. I promise.”
That’s all he needs to hear. Taking a firm hold of my thighs, he sweeps my legs forward. I fall on my back with him between my legs at the end of the bed. My heart is beating fast from that one expert move. I feel the blood running through my veins, waiting for him to come inside me.
He puts my legs on the bed and leaves me wide open.
“Don’t move.”
He drops his pants to the floor, goes to the side of the bed, gets a condom and rolls it on.
“Next time, if you want, I’ll teach you how to put it on with your lips wrapped around me.”
“I’ve never done that before, but I’m up for the challenge. I’m sure you’re an excellent teacher.”
I put my hands over my head and wait for him to do what he wants to me. I feel my stomach flip in anticipation of his touch as he looks down at me. Lightly running his right hand down the inside of my thigh, he strokes my outer lips with his finger.
“Is it wet for me?”
“Yes.”
“Let’s make sure,” he says, looking in my eyes. “Touch yourself.”
I run my hand down my stomach between my legs. His eyes follow my hand as I feel my wetness. His eyes go back to mine.
“How does it feel?”
“Wet. Very wet.”
“Two hands are better than one. I think you need a helping hand; we need it very, very wet.”
He leans down over my body on the bed and places his hand over mine between my legs, kissing me. Guiding my hand, he rubs my wetness around me gently, moving our fingers lower till they’re at my opening. Gently sinking our fingers into my slit, I moan in his mouth as he growls back into mine.
I move my hips against our hands and fingers in a slow circle to increase the sensations in me.
He pulls our fingers out and slides up to my clit where he rubs me, sending sweet sensations all through my body.
I moan deep with every rippling sensation when he takes my breast in his other hand and covers my hard nipple with his mouth.
He’s torturing me with his hand between my legs, making me move uncontrollably, swirling and sucking hard on my nipple with his mouth locked around me.
I’ve got one hand holding tight to his shoulder, my fingers digging into his skin, and my other hand’s in his hair, pulling him closer for him to suck harder and at the same time trying to pull away from the agonizingly exquisite shock waves he’s sending through my body.
Rolling my nipple between his teeth, he’s making them hypersensitive with every flick of his hot, wet tongue.
My head’s thrashing from side to side on the bed.
I don’t know if I want him to stop or keep going.
The sensations he’s building up in me keep coming and coming. I can’t stop moving. I’m almost there.
“Nick, I’m coming.” I manage to get out. He moves his hands from between my legs and guides his dick in. I bite down on my lip at the feel of him stretching me, filling me completely, and wrap my legs tight around his waist.
“You’re so tight. You feel so damn good, Cat.”
His hand’s on my thigh, not moving; he’s so far in me it’s like we’re sealed together.
He presses down on me, crushing my breasts to his chest. My hands go around his neck, and his lips crash down on mine in a deep kiss.
He starts moving inside me, rocking me up on the bed, every stroke of his skin and hair rubbing against my clit, the friction intensifying everything.
His hands go into my hair on either side of me.
“Cat.”
“Yes. Yes. Nick.”
I can’t stop chanting these words over and over again. He keeps grinding into me, picking up speed, faster and faster and faster, so deep it’s like he’s spearing through me. We’re getting louder and louder. He’s saying my name again and again.
“Cat…Cat.”
We’re so fucking loud, and I just don’t care. He was right. I couldn’t stop if I wanted to. Not when it feels this incredibly good. It’s like an out-of-body experience I have no control over.
“Yes...Yes.” I hear myself chant.
“That’s right, come for me, baby. I’m right there with you.”
“Oh God… Nick! Nick! Yes! Yes!”
“Oh fuck, Cat!” He lets out a long deep growl with the last stroke, so hard I feel like a hammer hits me. I scream his name when I reach my climax. “Nick!”
My heart’s racing. I’m sweating, and he’s kissing me on the side of my neck. His weight is pressing me into the mattress but I don’t mind. I run my hands up and down his back, both of us trying to catch our breaths. I place soft kisses on his shoulder.
“Damn, baby, that was good.”
“It was.” It was more than good; it was freaking amazing.
“I was a little rough toward the end, how do you feel?”
“I feel good.” I kiss him on the lips to reassure him I’m fine. “I’m better than good. If I wasn’t, I would tell you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Nick, I’m not feeling anything now but aftershocks from you, and it feels good.”
“I know I should pull out and take this off, but it does feel good. You’re not feeling any discomfort, are you?”
“No! You’re making me lose my afterglow. Shut up and kiss me.”
“Is that an order?” The corner of his mouth lifts up in that cute, irresistible way I like.
“Yes!” He kisses me once, and his phone rings.
“Every time we have sex,” he says with a sigh.
I brush my lips against his and gently nip on his bottom lip with my teeth. “From now on we’ll turn them off before we start.”
“That’s exactly what we’re going to do. I should see who that was. I left the damn thing in the living room.”
He kisses me again then moves down to my neck, sucking on the same spot he did yesterday. I slap at him. I do not need him to make the hickey he gave me more pronounced than it already is.
“Nick, stop it, you’re going to have me wearing turtlenecks and scarfs for a month.”
“I like to mark what’s mine, is that so wrong?”
“Yes. Your phone is ringing again, get out of me.”
“I can’t, you have me trapped between your beautiful legs.”
I unlock my legs from around his waist. “Now you’re free, go get it. I’ll get cleaned up while you’re gone.”
He eases out of me, and I wince a little. I try to hide it, but he’s not fooled. His eyebrows come together.
“I thought you were fine?”
“I’m a little sore, it’s to be expected. We’ve been engaging in a lot of activity my body is not used to, like you said, so it’s not surprising.”
He takes a breath.
“I’ll be fine. I’m not in any pain. Go check your messages. One of your clients could be in jail or something equally awful.”
“Okay.” He kisses me on the forehead and walks out in all his naked glory, putting a little smile on my face. Hands down, he has the best ass I’ve ever seen, chiseled dimples and all.
I’m lying in bed under the blankets when he comes back. He gets in behind me, naked, pulling me close to him, his hand around my waist.
“Your brother called.”
I turn my head and look at him. “Chris?”
“He wanted to know if I spoke to you this weekend.”
“That’s the only reason he called you, to ask about me?” He called once yesterday and today. I didn’t tell Nick.
“No, he wanted to talk to me about some other things too. He said he hasn’t heard from you since you sent him a text on Friday. He said he called you, and it went to voice mail, and it’s not like you to send a text like that and not call anyone for days.”
I turn back around and sigh.
“Why didn’t you talk to him?”
“I didn’t want to lie to him. Sending him a text saying I’m spending the weekend with a friend is one thing. Tomorrow is soon enough to deal with my family. What did you tell him?”
“I told him the truth.”
I swing my head around staring at him in disbelief. “What?” I hope he didn’t do that.
“I told him I talked to you and you sounded fine to me, you told me you’d be back home tomorrow, you were visiting a friend for the weekend.”
“Oh.” I turn back around relieved. “Do you think he knows?”
“Would it be so bad if he did?”
“Yes.”
“He might suspect things have changed. I don’t know if he knows.”
I sigh and snuggle back closer to Nick, warm and safe. “I don’t want to think about it tonight. I want to spend my last hours with you worry free.” He kisses the back of my head, holding me tighter.
I’ve been trying to get to sleep since Nick told me my brother called.
I think I got about fifteen minutes before I woke back up.
Now I’m lying on my stomach, watching him sleep.
I’ve never seen him asleep in all the years I’ve known him.
He is totally adorable. I know that’s not a word you associate with a man, but it is when I’m watching him sleep.
When he’s awake he’s controlled; he shows you only what he wants you to see.
His eyes, however, show me so much. If he’s angry, it’s almost like you can see storm clouds rolling in his eyes.
It makes me feel like I should watch out for thunder and lightning coming to strike me down.