Chapter Seven
Aurora
I already decided to enjoy tonight and deal with my concerns tomorrow. Nick and I bonded over our painful family histories, and as I look into his eyes, I know I want him.
He stands, urging me to hook my legs around his waist and carries me towards the bedroom. “What are you doing?” I ask, laughing and holding onto him.
“Getting you in bed before you change your mind.” He pauses in the doorway of a room that contains a king-sized bed. “You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
I cup his face in my hands. “No, Nick. I want to be with you.”
His eyes gleaming with desire, he strides into the room and gently drops me onto the mattress. I lean up on my elbows, watching as he undoes the button on my jeans and lowers the zipper.
He is getting right to it, I think, biting down on my lower lip.
“Lift,” he says, and I have no problem following that order. I raise myself off the mattress, and he wriggles my jeans over my hips and slide them off my legs and onto the floor. My damp panties follow soon after.
He spreads my legs and hooks them over his shoulders, lowering himself so he is eye level with my most intimate parts. Given the choice between squeezing my eyes shut and watching the need etching Nick’s handsome features, I choose to observe.
“You’re so wet for me,” he says in a gruff voice, running a finger over my sex.
At his first touch, my hips jerk, and he lets out a pleased groan.
“We were so young our first time. We missed out on so much. Tonight, I plan on savoring you.” As if to punctuate his words, he dips his head and licks along the seam of my sex.
I arch my back and raise my hips, feeling every swipe and lap of his tongue as he sucks on my outer lips and teases me everywhere.
He indulges, feasting, licking, sucking, eating me all over.
I love every second he spends making me feel good, but to my frustration, he ignores the spot where I need pressure the most.
I wriggle myself against him, hoping either to give him a hint as to what I want or take what I need myself.
He lifts his head and meets my gaze, his eyes dark with desire. “I know you’re trying to control me, but you taste too good. I plan to take my time.”
I want to bang my head back on the bed. “I didn’t realize you intended to drive me crazy.”
He laughs and dives back in, but this time, he flicks my clit with his tongue, tugging and tweaking back and forth, building my pleasure.
My vibrator has nothing on Nick’s talented moves, and I am so ready to come.
My legs tremble as I grind myself against his mouth, trying to get there sooner than he plans.
He slides his tongue along my sex again, parting my wet folds, focusing on my clit, sucking hard. I rub against him, the next swipe of his tongue bringing me higher and closer to what I know will be an explosive orgasm.
But instead of letting me come, he keeps me on the edge, bringing me close…and easing off, then repeating the action.
My body twitches, and I grasp for something just out of reach. “Nick, please.”
He lifts his head. “Please what?” he asks, sliding one finger inside me and pumping deep.
I whimper but know he expects an answer. “Please let me come.”
He adds a second finger and fills me again, gliding in and out, curling his long digits inside me. He slides along the right spot and presses hard, triggering waves of pleasure that spark outward and take over my entire being.
I cry out, repeating his name as I rock against his mouth to draw out the sensations. White stars flicker behind my eyes, and I might black out for a second, because I realize I’ve fallen flat on the bed and now struggle to catch my breath.
He rubs his face on my thigh and rises to his feet, undressing, revealing tanned skin and flexing muscles. I push myself up and remove my shirt and bra, tossing them to the floor with the rest of my clothes.
A fully naked Nick places a knee on the mattress and stretches out beside me. “You’re gorgeous,” he says, his gruff voice arousing me all over again. Who’d have thought I even had it in me to want more? But I still haven’t had him inside me. And I desperately want to feel him there.
I press my palms against his strong pecs. “You’re pretty impressive yourself.”
He leans in and kisses me long and deep, and I melt into his warm, hard body. It is so easy to lose myself in him and forget all the fears that wait for me when I go back to my normal life.
But I promised myself tonight, and I intend to make the most of it.
Nick brushes a strand of hair off my face, his touch gentle. “You know I’m not finished with you tonight, right? ”
“No, you’re not.” I need him to fill the emptiness I’ve owned for so long.
“What time do you have to be home for Leah?” he asks.
I grin, knowing I am about to make his night. “I don’t. Melly said she’d bring her home tonight and stay over, so she could take her to school tomorrow.”
In fact, Melly is so pleased I’m going on a date, she did everything she could to make sure I have unlimited freedom.
“And you’re just telling me this now?” Nick climbs on top of me.
I shrug, unwilling to admit I’ve hoped for this all along. “I wanted to see how things played out before I told you.” I don’t want to give him the impression I’m a sure thing—no doubt, like most other women in his life.
He meets my gaze with a serious expression. “Guess I need to ask you again. Are you changing your mind?”
“Not a chance. But you might when I tell you something.” Some men don’t want the responsibility of being with a woman who is inexperienced. Back when I was eighteen, and he was only the second guy I had been with, a lack of skill was normal.
But Nick is about to find out I’ve been with no one else since.
** *
Nick
I straddle Aurora, a knee on either side of her hips, keeping my weight off her. My cock pulses, my desire all consuming. I can’t imagine what is on her mind, but it is obviously important.
“There’s nothing you could tell me that would freak me out,” I assure her.
“Maybe, maybe not,” she murmurs, her blue eyes looking into mine.
“Let’s hear it, then.”
She nods and draws a deep breath. “Okay, well, it’s been a long time for me.”
Since we’re naked, I’m pretty sure I know what she means. I don’t like thinking about her with other men, but considering my history, I’d just be happy if she forgets to ask about my past and focuses on hers.
“How long has it been?” I don’t want to hurt her, which means I need to know.
Her cheeks flush with embarrassment. I decided she needs a distraction while she tells me. Reaching up, I cupped her breast in my hand and rub one nipple between my two fingers.
She moans and shoots me a dirty look.
I grin but continue to tease her. “How long?” I ask again, this time in a serious tone.
She purses her lips, then speaks. “You were the last person I was with.”
My fingers still. Hell, my entire body grows taut. “Me?”
She nods. “When Leah was conceived.”
Our daughter is over five years old. Add another nine months for when Aurora was pregnant. “Six years?”
“Give or take. And if that’s too much pressure—you basically being the only one—I understand.” She tries to wriggle out from beneath me but I hold her in place.
She told me about her first time. I knew I was her second. To find out there’s been no one else since? I’m relieved. Hell, it’s a caveman’s dream. But she doesn’t want an alpha asshole. She wants me to accept her for who she is.
“You probably don’t want to hear this, but I’m happy that I was your last guy.
I don’t like thinking of you with someone else.
” That notion twists my stomach. “And I’m glad you told me.
I don’t want to hurt you.” I return my focus to playing with her nipple and watching her squirm. “Feel good?” I ask.
“You know it does.” She arches her back so her breast pushed against my hand.
I nod my approval. “That means you’ll be wet enough. ”
Her cheeks go from pink to red. “I’m not used to talking about this with anyone.”
She is so damned sweet, I want to devour her. Despite her mortification, I already know it doesn’t take much to make her forget everything but me.
“Then let’s stop talking.” I lift my other hand and cup both her breasts, then lean down and pull one distended nipple into my mouth.
Almost immediately, she begins to writhe with pleasure. I intend to get her so worked up, I’ll glide right in. My cock pulses at the thought of being enclosed in her wet heat.
I push both her breasts together and switch from one hard bud to the other and back again.
I swipe with my tongue and nip with my teeth until she becomes a boneless mess.
She grips my waist with her hands, digging her nails into my skin, her hips rocking back and forth.
Meaningless noises come from her throat.
“Need something?” I ask, releasing her breasts and sliding a hand to her wet pussy.
“I’m empty,” she says, reaching down to grab my cock in her hand.
That quickly, she turns the tables on me. But regardless of how hard I am or how much I need to be inside her, I have to go slowly. I also need to kiss her. I slide my lips over hers, and the kiss I intend to be soft becomes fast and frenzied. We devour each other, making up for lost time.
Rocking my hips, I rub my cock against her slick sex. She moans and claws at my shoulders, grinding herself against me until I know I have to stop or I’ll come way too soon.
I break the kiss and lift my head. “I need to grab a condom.”
She nods. “I’m on the pill—live and learn. I figured, just in case…” she says. “But since you have super sperm, I won’t argue about extra protection.”
Chuckling, I push myself off her, walk to the bathroom, and pull a strip of condoms from my dopp kit full of shaving supplies and other items. I rip the foil open and rolled one on before going back to the bed and moving over her.