47. Chapter 47
Nick
“Fuck me, Nick,” is all she has to say before I’m standing and shoving my jeans down my legs. Feeling her come against my leg just now was one of the hottest things I’ve ever experienced. I’ll be replaying the sight and sound of Lydia getting herself off against me for the rest of my life.
But I’m not done with her yet. I pull her up, kissing her hard before spinning her around.
Wrapping her hair around my fist, I push her down on the mattress, pulling her ass back up to me.
We’ve done it this way before, and I know it’s one of Lydia’s favorite ways to come.
It’s mine too. I love seeing her perfect, round ass bounce as I slide my cock into her from behind, and the way she pushes back against me, urging me deeper.
I slide into her hot, wet pussy in one slow thrust, starting gentle. But I know my girl likes it harder, faster. I can’t resist teasing her for a bit, though.
“Do you like that, pretty girl? Do you like when I bend you over and take you this way?”
I know what I’m doing to her, to both of us, but teasing her is part of the fun. I spank her ass, not too hard, though I know she could handle it.
“God, yes. Harder, Nick. Fuck me harder,” she all but begs, giving me the sexiest moan.
Something in me snaps then. I release my grip on her hair and grab her hips instead, fingers digging in as I pull her harder against me, knowing she’ll probably have small bruises there tomorrow.
Fuck, I hope she does.
Knowing I’m close, but wanting to make sure she comes first, I reach around and press firmly against her clit. I know exactly what it does to her. Using my thumb, I rub quick, tight circles while keeping up my relentless pace behind her.
“Come for me, baby. Let me hear you.”
That’s all the encouragement Lydia needs before she cries out.
I thrust into her once, twice, three more times before I come too, hard.
My release drags on, and I don’t think I’ve ever come this hard before.
When the feeling finally subsides, I collapse against her back, pulling her flush against my chest.
We both lie down, trying to catch our breath. I can’t stop myself from kissing her shoulder softly. After a moment, I gently turn so she’s facing me, needing to see her expression, to look into her eyes.
“Hi,” is all I can think to say.
She smirks then, brushing damp hair from my forehead. “Hi,” she says back.
We stay like this for a while, hands roaming and gentle kisses. Finally, I pull back slightly and murmur, “Lie back. Let me take care of you.”
She does, immediately understanding what I’m referring to.
It’s important to me that she’s cared for gently afterward.
I head into the bathroom, cleaning myself up quickly before returning with a warm washcloth to wipe her off.
Once I’m done, I toss the cloth into the hamper, then reach into the dresser, grabbing shorts for myself and a T-shirt for Lydia.
I place it beside her, leaning down to kiss her softly.
“I’m going to go get us some water. Take your time.”