33. Chapter 33
Lydia
Iwant to make Nick feel what he made me feel. I want to see the moment he comes apart at my hands.
We roll over together, me now hovering over him. I kiss him everywhere while his hands fist in my hair. With my tongue, I trace every line of his chest, which happens to be covered in beautiful, dark ink, moving lower, achingly slow.
Using both hands, I unbutton his jeans, and he arches up, allowing me to pull them down. I look up into his eyes as I pull each leg off him, keeping my pace unhurried. This man has been commando under his jeans this whole time. Fuck me. His gaze bores into mine, his breathing ragged and labored.
“You’re killing me, sweetheart.”
I give him a smirk, then wink, returning my attention to what I am so anxious to do.
I trace my tongue around his cock as it bobs close to his stomach.
I pull myself up onto my knees, wrapping both hands around the base, tracing my tongue across the tip where beads of precum have leaked out.
The growl Nick lets out spurs me on to keep going.
I start slowly, licking up the underside of his cock while I work his base with both my hands.
I release him with my left hand, then place it firmly over Nick’s hand on the top of my head, encouraging him to fuck my mouth.
I want him so deep and fast that I choke.
He is hesitant at first. But eventually need takes over and his thrusts become faster, less controlled.
I could do this forever. His cock feels so good in my mouth, and I love how I am making him lose control.
“God, you look pretty with your lips around my cock,” Nick grinds out, his breathing ragged, both his hands fisted in my hair.
I look up at him then, sucking even harder, gagging as I take him as deep as I can. Relaxing my throat, I manage to take him even deeper. His long, loud moan, followed by “Fucking hell,” tells me I succeeded in what I wanted to do.
When he’s close, he tries to pull me off him. I shake my head.
“Are you sure, baby?” Nick asks, voice husky with need.
I look up at him again and nod.
A few more thrusts, and he is coming, shouting my name and sending spurts of his hot release down my throat. I swallow everything he gives me willingly.
When he’s done, I pull my mouth off him and give him a playful smirk as I wipe my lips with my thumb, then pop it in my mouth to lick it clean.
“You killed me, Lydi. I’m dead,” he says softly.
I lean down to kiss his shoulder, lips curving against his skin. “Good.”
He pulls me to him then, kissing me gently and curling his large, warm body around my own. He reaches over and pulls my comforter over the two of us, as though he’s unwilling to let me go.
“Is this okay? I can go if you want me to?” he whispers, his voice barely audible.
“Please stay,” I whisper back.
“I’m not going anywhere,” is the last thing I hear as I drift off to sleep, wrapped in Nick’s arms.