32. Chapter 32
Nick
Are we moving too fast? Maybe. Should we slow things down? Probably. But do I want to see Lydia’s face as I make her come again and again?
Abso-fucking-lutely.
Hearing her say the words “I’m not married” unlocked something in me that I worked hard to keep at bay since meeting her.
I said I wouldn’t cross the line while she was legally bound to another man, and I meant it.
I was prepared to stand by that, no matter how blue my balls were from wanting her so badly.
But knowing Lydia’s marriage to that prick was never valid makes me want to cross every line I said I wouldn’t.
It also makes me want to knock every tooth out of the bastard’s face for hurting my girl.
There is still a very real possibility of me driving to Texas to do just that.
But right now, all I want to do is get lost in Lydia.
I lift her off my lap slowly, and we get off the couch together. She leads me into her room, the lighting soft from her small bedside lamp and the comforter overstuffed yet inviting. I guide her to the foot of the bed.
A soft smile plays on her lips as she raises her arms, a silent ask for me to pull her dress off. I do, then unhook her bra, sliding it down her arms and kissing her along the way.
“You’re so beautiful, baby. Absolutely gorgeous,” I murmur as I nibble and lick up her arm, moving across her collarbone.
Gently, I push her back onto the bed and crawl up alongside her, pulling my shirt off as I go.
Her skin is warm beneath my lips, and goosebumps trail in the wake of my touch.
I pause for a moment to look into her eyes, searching for any hint of hesitation, but all I see is desire, written clearly in the flush of her cheeks and the way her breath hitches.
I let my fingers trace gently down her sides, marveling at how perfectly she fits against me, how natural it feels to lose myself in her.
Once again, the world narrows to just the two of us, and I know there is nowhere else I’d rather be. No one else I’d ever want this way.
I kiss down her body slowly, stopping to press a kiss to her belly button as I continue my way down to where I want to be.
“Please tell me I can have you here, baby. Tell me I can taste you,” I ask, my lips hovering just over the apex of her thighs.
“Yes. Please, Nick.” Her breathing is heavy, and she looks down at me, hands fisted in the sheets as if she’s unsure what to do with them.
I lift her hand and place it on the back of my head.
“Hold on. I’m starving, and this pretty pussy is exactly what I want,” I say with a smirk, hearing her breath hitch.
My girl likes a little dirty talk. I love how turned on she is, and my dick is rock hard.
But tasting her is more important than getting off right now. I want to make Lydia feel good.
I want to take my time with her.
Realization settles in my chest the moment she arches her head back, her breath already uneven, her hands tangling in my hair like she’s bracing herself for what’s coming.
“Tell me if you want me to stop,” I say quietly.
Her answer is immediate, her fingers tightening, her head shaking. “Never.”
I deliberately shift closer, letting my hands map her first: her thighs, her hips, the curve of her waist, memorizing the way she reacts to my touch. Every inhale she takes is louder than the last. Every small sound she makes sharpens my focus until there is nothing else.
This isn’t about rushing. It’s about her.
As I spread her legs further apart, I can see just how turned on she is through the soft fabric of her panties. Her pretty pussy is dripping wet as I slide them down her thighs, painfully slow. Unable to hold back any longer, I dive in.
I stay here, learning about her. Tasting her. Listening to every sound she makes. Every swipe of my tongue earns me another moan, another staggered breath, until both hands fist in my hair and she grinds herself against my face.
“That’s it,” I breathe against her. “I’ve got you, pretty girl. Show me what you like.”
Her response is breathless. Broken. Beautiful.
I have never felt so in control and so undone at the same time.
Watching her come apart from my mouth does something to me.
Something primal and grounding all at once.
Instinctively, I grind my own hips against the mattress, attempting to ease the throbbing in my cock.
I am so fucking hard, but I can’t stop until I feel Lydia come apart on my tongue.
When her head falls back and she shouts my name like it’s a fucking prayer, I nearly lose it.
I stay with her through it, kissing her softly across her tender lips, until her breathing slows and her hands relax against me. Only then do I press my forehead to her thigh, exhaling, my own pulse racing now the moment has subsided.
She reaches for me immediately, fingers grasping around my neck, kissing me hard and tasting herself on my tongue. Christ, that’s so fucking hot. I kiss her hard and deep, giving her all she wants in this moment.
She pulls back, her skin flushed pink and her mouth swollen.
I look down at her in awe. She’s beautiful.
“Fuck,” I say softly. “I could do that all night.”
Her smile is slow. Knowing.
“It’s my turn,” she whispers.