46. Chapter 46 #2
“I plan to ask you every day about your day and hear you out when you tell me. When you’re sad, I want to make you happy.
When you’re anxious, I want to calm your nerves.
I hope to never, ever be a source of sadness for you.
The idea of hurting you at all guts me.” Nick reaches up, swiping away the tears now streaming down my cheeks.
“And with the exception of happy tears, which I am hoping these are, I plan to never, ever make you cry.”
I can’t help myself. I wrap my arms around his neck and press my mouth to his. He kisses me back fervently. We stay this way for a while, neither wanting to be the first to pull away. Finally needing air, I pull back and smile at Nick.
For the first time I can remember, I feel truly seen, like someone has stripped away every layer of armor I have and looked right into my soul.
The heavy burden I’ve carried for years begins to fade away, replaced by a rush of warmth low in my stomach as Nick’s hands continue to hold me with a not-so-gentle possessiveness.
I lean in, my lips just a whisper from his.
My fingers thread into the hair at the nape of his neck, lingering there and savoring the electricity dancing between us.
Each word he’s spoken echoes in my mind, undoing every knot of pain and doubt.
I want to let him replace every cruel thing I’ve ever endured with the heat of his mouth and the certainty of his touch.
A soft moan escapes me as I press my body closer, my thighs tightening around his hips, every part of me aching to close the distance between us.
I kiss him again, pouring gratitude and longing into the press of my lips, letting my need for him speak louder than words ever could.
I am no longer hiding. I am burning alive in the safety of his arms, finally giving myself permission to want, be wanted, and be thoroughly loved.
“Take me to bed, Nick. I need you,” I whisper.
He wastes no time, gripping me beneath my thighs and lifting me effortlessly.
We’re standing now, and I wrap my legs around his waist, kissing him with every bit of heat and passion within me.
I grind myself against him as we walk, his hands guiding me up and down, both of us seeking the friction we so desperately crave.
Nick lowers me down onto the bed, never breaking contact.
He pushes me deep into the mattress, letting his full body weight settle over me.
It isn’t suffocating. It’s the best kind of pressure.
Keeping my legs wrapped around him, I arch my hips off the bed, seeking more contact with the unmistakable bulge at the front of Nick’s jeans.
Any embarrassment I might’ve felt disappears the second I see the way Nick reacts to me, just as affected as I am. At this point, I’m past caring.
He pulls back far too soon, his hair beautifully messy and his lips swollen from kissing me so hard.
“Before I make a fool of myself and come in my jeans like a teenage boy, how about we lose some of these clothes, pretty girl? I need to see all of you.”
My head bobs, and all I can manage is a breathless, “Yeah, okay…”
Nick reaches behind him and pulls his shirt off over his head.
He then unbuttons the top of his jeans, and I nearly combust. Why is that so sexy?
I lift my arms up, silently asking him to pull my shirt off.
He does, tossing it aside. He gently pushes me back, urging me to lie against the pillows.
He scoots down the bed, gently pulling my sweats down my legs, his eyes never leaving mine.
Once I’m fully naked, Nick slowly climbs back up my body, kissing my calves, the inside of my knees, my thighs, then my stomach.
He grazes his lips across each of my nipples when he reaches them.
The soft touch against my sensitive breasts drives me insane, and I can’t help the soft groan that escapes me.
“Please, Nick,” I mutter without even meaning to. He continues his trail of soft kisses up my neck before placing one gently at the corner of my mouth.
“Tell me what you want, Lydia. I want to make you feel good.” He kisses down the other side of my neck, moving back down toward my chest.
“There. I want you there.” I can feel Nick’s smile as he moves, tantalizingly slow.
Nick brushes my left breast with his lips, licking and circling my nipple slowly while his other hand kneads the other side.
I moan loudly, unable to stop myself. He adds a little more pressure, grabbing my nipple between his fingers and nipping the other side with his teeth.
I press my legs together, needing to ease the throbbing between my thighs.
Nick notices and slides his knee between my legs.
“Use me, baby,” he whispers against my nipple.
I don’t hesitate, pushing my slick center against his denim-clad thigh. The friction is delicious, and I rub myself against him. Nick stays focused on my breasts, nipping and sucking in a way that drives me closer and closer toward release.
“Harder,” I moan, needing him to be rough with me.
I want to feel his teeth, want him to tug and pull.
I am lost to the sensation of his jeans against my pussy, pushing up into me at exactly the right pace as his hands and mouth worship my breasts, rough and perfect.
The sounds coming from my mouth are unlike anything I’ve ever made before.
I am lost in this moment, so lost in Nick.
I feel my orgasm nearing closer. When I finally let go and allow myself to feel everything wash over me, I never want it to end.
My body reacts to him in a way I’ve never experienced before. I cry out, louder than I knew I could. Nick keeps his mouth on my breast, softer now, while his hand slides down between my thighs, swiping a finger through my wet pussy.
He brings the finger up to his lips, his expression dark as he sucks it clean. “Fuck, you taste so good.”
Even though my legs feel like Jell-O after coming so hard, I know I want him again. I need to feel him inside me. I push myself up enough to unzip his jeans, making my intentions clear.
“Fuck me, Nick.”