CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR #2
“I haven’t decided. Just more.” And with that, he relieves my breasts and slides his body south. “Sit back against the pillows again Marcy.”
“You don’t have to,” I hear myself start to say.
“Don’t have to what, Marcy?” He is gently stroking the inside of my thighs with his large hands as he looks up at me in question.
“I came, it’s your turn.” Right?
“My turn? This isn’t a playground, that’s not how this works. I want to give you pleasure, it’s how I will find my own. Are you telling me your experience has been limited to taking turns?”
“I…yes? My experience is limited, remember?”
“I want to punch your ex in the face for a whole new slew of reasons now.”
The looks on Nick’s face is serious, carnal.
A stark contrast from the light- hearted version of him that is projected to the rest of the world.
Apparently, my satisfaction isn’t something I have given enough attention to.
Looking back, I didn’t have complaints about my sex life with Max, but I am quickly learning that’s because I had no idea what I was missing.
“Marcy, your taste, your smell, your sounds, are all I want to experience right now. Your arousal is what will get me off. Trust me, when I need to fuck you, you will know, and you will be begging to have my cock inside you. Not yet though, I am just getting started.” He doesn’t give me a chance to respond before sliding down my body and meeting his lips to the inside of my thighs, where he has continued to mindlessly stroke me while explaining how sex with him works.
I am propped up on my pillows, giving me a full view of how open I am to him.
“You smell so good Marcy, tasting you will be life changing.” He kisses and licks the inside of thighs, always just shy of reaching my sensitive core, taunting me to no end.
His beard adding to the tease of the experience as it brushes against me.
Finally, after a moan of frustration from my mouth, he flattens his tongue to me, licking up my center and causing my body to melt back into the softness of the pillows.
He doesn’t stop, continuing to lick and suck at my most intimate parts, just grazing my clit each time.
After what feels like both an eternity and a moment, he finally reaches my clit and lingers, slowly but firmly.
The sensitivity from my first orgasm causing me to quickly unravel.
Again, he senses my shift and doesn’t stop, making out with my clit with the same attention to pressure and pace as he does my mouth.
I start to get lost in the intensity of it.
Then without notice he slides two fingers back inside of me and my quivering increases as he strokes and licks me to another precipice.
“Marcy, come now.” This time, he demands it, and my body has no choice but to obey.
I come so hard that I can’t stop myself from riding his face as I squeeze my thighs around his head, and he groans in utter ecstasy against me.
The groaning adding a vibration to the already mind-blowing power of my release.
I am yelling his name once more, “Fuck Nick, Fuck!” The waves of this orgasm, shooting up my spine, even more intense than the first. My nervous system is completely dominated by the experience.
As the aftershocks subside, Nick lifts his head from between my legs, a cocky smirk on his face, eyes still clouded with lust.
“Such a good fucking girl, Marcy.” I can’t help but relish in the praise, having no idea how much I would love that.
My whole body is relaxed from the multiple orgasms I have already had. Yet I can’t stop thinking about the image of his dick pressed against his jeans. “Nick, I need you.”
“I’m here, Marcy. What do you need?” He is laying beside me once again, one arm cradling the base of my neck, as he kisses me behind my ear, and down my jaw.
“I…need you inside me. I need your cock inside me.” I can barely get the words out with the brain fog.
“Told you, you would start to beg.” So cocky. So Sexy. And moving far too slowly.
“Nick, take your damn pants off!”
“Oh, I really like that bossy side of you. Want to tell me again what you need?” He just grins harder.
I can’t wait anymore; I’m aching for all of him.
He gives me a devilish grin and stands to remove his jeans.
His cock releases from the tension as he slides down his pants and my mouth goes dry.
He is bigger than I imagined he would be and suddenly my experience with one, apparently small, dick is feeling inadequate.
“Oh fuck. Are you sure this will work?”
“Yes,” He is returned to kissing me up and down my neck. “I will fit, and we can go slow.” He pumps himself while coming back toward me and I make a mental note that watching him pleasure himself needs to be on the menu. He goes to my drawer to grab a condom.
“No Nick, I just want you. Just us.”
“You’re sure?”
“Yes, please, I trust you.”
He nods, a flare of recognition in his eyes about what that means coming from me.
I spread my legs again, inviting him to me.
His muscles twitching as he approaches, he hovers over me briefly, rubbing the throbbing head of his cock against my wetness.
I can’t take it. “I’m more than ready, please Nick. ”
“Oh, I can tell beautiful,” he nearly growls out, but doesn’t stop stroking himself against me and kissing me slowly. “I just love hearing you ask for me, but I want this too.”
He takes a breath and pushes himself into me, slowly and just a couple inches at first, as I readjust my hips to accommodate the girth of him. He lifts my hips and slides a pillow underneath me.
“Are you okay?” He asks me confidently and sweetly, putting a piece of my hair back behind my ear.
“Yes, better than okay. Please, fuck me Nick, I just want you to fuck me.” I barely recognize my own voice, but with those words, his calm and cool demeanor wavers.
He thrusts the rest of himself into me and moans in satisfaction, “Fuck. You feel even better than I imagined. You are so tight, beautiful.” I rotate my hips to get him fully seated inside me, the sensation of him filling me a thrilling kind of satisfaction.
“Fuck me, Nick.” I whisper into his ear.
With one of his arms wrapped around my back, holding me in place, he does.
Slowly at first, and then increasing the intensity of his thrusts as he hears me whimper and moan with need for him.
His rhythm eventually becomes punishing, and I relish in it, he feels so strong and wild as he drives into me, alternating between watching my face and where our bodies are joined together.
“You like that? Like when I fuck you hard like that?” He growls out, knowing that I am loving it.
“Yes, Nick, don’t you dare stop!” He responds to my command with groans of pleasure that make me even more slick with desire.
My pussy is still swollen from my orgasms, and the pressure of him hitting against me with each drive of his cock is like a dream it’s so satiating. I start to, yet again, feel my core quake and tense, knowing another release isn’t far off.
“I can feel you Marcy, I know you are getting close again for me. I am going to come when you do. Where do you want me to come?” He keeps thrusting, his sweat dripping on my chest, and adding even more to my pleasure.
“Come inside me Nick, I want you to come inside me now.” And as the words escape my lips, I start to climax again.
My walls clamp around him, and a roar brakes from Nick’s throat as he doesn’t relent and finds his own orgasm alongside my own.
I feel the warmth of him explode inside me, which just makes my peak intensify.
We are holding each other tightly, muscles and nerves firing, lost in our pleasure, in each other.
The moment is so passionate, and Nick must feel it too, because as he lifts his head to look into my eyes, the emotion is plastered all over his face.
We don’t move, languishing in the aftershocks of us, our foreheads resting together.
When he finally pulls himself from me, he rests his body between my legs, that I keep wrapped around him. He gently plays with my hair, twirling small strands around his fingers. He doesn’t turn away, not even for a second.
“How are you?” He asks, just like after his office yesterday.
“Ruined. I thought it yesterday, I know it now. There’s no coming back from that.”
“No, there’s not.” He agrees and kisses me gently.
I wake in the morning, sun streaming onto my face.
I have never slept so soundly, wrapped in Nick’s huge, muscular body.
I try not to make a sound so that I don’t wake him, not wanting the dream that was last night to officially end.
As I reach for my water on the nightstand however, he throws a leg over mine.
“You can’t leave.”
“Just getting water, Nick.”
“Good, I like when you say my name.” He pulls me back to him, burying his face in my curls, that are no doubt in a messy heap overflowing amongst the pillows. “I’m not ready to get up yet.” I can feel the length of him pressed against my ass. Good morning indeed.
“Did you have other plans in mind?” I ask coyly.
He doesn’t say a word, just starts to pepper kisses down my neck and down my back, while his hands reach around from behind and taunt my breasts. The power of our synching desire again overwhelming our senses, so we spend a large chunk of the morning lost and wrapped in one another.
Hours later we start to emerge from the haze of each other. “We need to eat; I might pass out.” Nick finally acknowledges.
“I can run down and get something from Harolds.” I suggest.
“No, I am going to make you breakfast…well I guess its technically brunch at this hour.”
“It’s funny that you think I have groceries in my kitchen.”
“No eggs? Vegetables? Bread?”
“I think I have a loaf of bread from the day-old bin at the shop.” Nick looks at me incredulously.
“I am going to run to Rainbows, grab what we need. You should shower and rest until I come back and then can we talk some more?”
“I would like that a lot.” I am so comfortable that I am getting uncomfortable.
“Don’t feel like you need to put clothes on. I don’t think we need clothes for talking.” He gives me a flirty smirk as he throws on his jeans and his shirt from last night and starts heading toward the door, but then he turns and comes back to me, planting a kiss on my forehead before heading out.
As Nick leaves for provisions, the weight of what happened between us last night and this morning is palpable.
I have never experienced pleasure and connection with someone in the way that we shared.
I had laid myself bare to Nick last night in more ways than one.
He knows my story, I divulged my flaws, and his acceptance of it all without hesitation is inflating my heart to bounds that I didn’t know existed.
My mind starts its predicable race of thoughts, so I take my meds and hop in a hot shower, hoping the heat and steam slows them a bit. When Nick returns, and he sees me on the couch in my robe, with my journal on my lap. He instantly can tell I am in a bit of a spiral.
“Hi Marcy, afraid I wouldn’t come back?”
“I don’t know if my mind is afraid that you wouldn’t come back, or that you would. It’s hard to explain.” I admit.
“Ah, got it.” He sets down some coffees, waters, muffins, and fruit on the coffee table.
He has his gym bag with him. “I am going to rinse off, don’t move.
” He showers quickly, returning in a robe he clearly took from his hotel.
He grabs a soft throw blanket off the side of the couch and lays it over our laps.
He says nothing as we eat together, the silence surprisingly calming.
Food in my system, and his composed presence next to me, I finally get the nerve to speak.
“Hi.” I offer.
“Hi,” he says back with a smile. “I hope this is okay, that I just want to be around you. You can tell me to go at any time. I have no idea how the day after…whatever that was last night is supposed to go. Like what do I do if I don’t want to leave you yet?
I am nervous.” His blue eyes are in that sparkly mode, with just a tinge of worry in them, an innocent looking worry.
The vulnerability of his admission silences some of the strain in my mind and encourages my own admission.
“I am so comfortable with you that I am afraid. Afraid of what happens next or doesn’t happen next…
I guess I am not sure of that part either.
I don’t want you to leave, I know that much.
” That part makes him smile. He holds my hand in his lap and spins my rings, an intimate gesture that I have come to love in the past 24 hours.
“Okay if we keep being transparent with one another and just doing what feels right?” He asks. “I think if we take that approach, we will be okay.”
“Day at a time?”
“Fuck, I don’t care if it’s a minute at a time. Whatever makes you comfortable.”
And with that, we settled into our foreign territories, together.