Chapter 16 Nova
NOVA
There was nothing like starting the morning with Vaughn’s head between my thighs. “Mm, yes,” I whispered, my hands sliding over the sheets, indulging in the feel of the silk while his tongue moved through my folds and lavished attention on my clit. “Yes, that’s it. That’s good.”
His scruffy cheeks chafed the insides of my thighs, adding to the pleasure and sensations bombarding me.
I could hardly keep track of all of it—the skillful laps from his tongue, the way his hands ran over my legs once I draped them over his shoulders, his needy grunts.
I had never met a man who loved eating pussy the way he did.
I had never met a man like him.
The morning sun played off his exquisite body, dancing over his muscles, making his skin glow like some bronze god.
He was a god just then, a god who knew exactly what to do and when to do it.
He made it his business to learn my body, make it sing, wake up all of me, and force me to accept pleasure, unlike anything I had ever known possible.
Deeper.
More intense.
Almost primal.
And I was becoming addicted.
It was as simple as that.
He was an addiction, and I didn’t know if I could turn back. I was supposed to pretend none of this ever happened. I was supposed to go on knowing I would never wake up like this again, being worshiped so thoroughly.
“Oh my God,” I whispered, my head turning from side to side, one of my hands finding the back of his head and holding it down while my hips bucked. He grunted his approval once I began to hump his face, fighting for what I needed most—relief from the sweet torture.
Relief came in the form of a shuddering orgasm, the kind that made my thighs clench around his head, squeezing while I futtered inside. It was so much, almost too much, and somehow not enough. I didn’t know if it would ever be enough.
Without saying a word, he rolled me onto my stomach, lifting my hips until my ass was in the air. I looked back over my shoulder, sweeping my hair to the side, watching him lower his head to playfully sink his teeth into my flesh until I hissed in pained pleasure.
“So you’re an ass man?” I teased, wiggling a little.
“I never knew I was before, but I would commit crimes for this ass.” He was chuckling by the time he opened a packet and unrolled a condom. “I might have to take it sometime. What do you think about that?”
What did I think about that? I thought I liked the sound of him referring to more of this in the future.
Did he realize he was doing it, or was it an accident?
Right now, I wasn’t going to question it.
Not when he dragged himself through my juices and nudged my entrance, entering me in one slow, sure stroke.
How was I supposed to think about anything when my entire world was so thoroughly rocked?
The way my body moved forward and back, guided by his hands on my hips.
“I swear, you’re going to snap my dick off with this pussy,” he grunted out, releasing a long groan.
God, I loved the sound of it. The sound of him losing himself, helpless.
It was almost as good as the friction that built with every stroke.
“You better make me come fast, then,” I whispered. Who am I? There was freedom in being with him, letting go, losing my inhibitions, and knowing he wouldn’t mind. No, he liked it. He wanted me too.
One of his big hands slid around my hip, then down to my mound. The heat, already beginning to build, burst into a full-blown inferno when he strummed my clit, still so sensitive.
“What do you think about that?” he asked, driving himself harder, pulling me back against him. Using me. Making me love every second.
“Yes!” I gasped, gripping the pillow under my head, losing myself a little at a time.
“So hungry for it.” He moaned. “For my cock. Hungry for me.”
Yes, I was. I could never get enough. Of him, of this, of whatever this was we created together.
“Oh… oh God… I’m… com…” Howling into the pillow, I gave in, swept away on a wave of pure bliss. I spasmed around him until he jerked inside me with a gravelly groan that sent shivers down my spine. I fell forward, limp, dazed. If only I could always wake up this way.
The light slap he delivered against my ass made me jump and giggle as he climbed off the bed. “I’ll be late for my breakfast meeting, but ask me if I care,” he told me with a laugh on his way into the en suite.
Something was different. Ever since he came home early yesterday, he was different. Something good must have happened. He hadn’t told me what yet, though we had spent most of last night doing exactly what we had just finished doing again. There wasn’t exactly a lot of time for conversation.
Now, though, I got up and slipped into a silky robe, standing in the en suite’s doorway while he took a quick shower before work. “You should just call out, and we can get back to bed,” I suggested, chuckling when he growled over his shoulder.
“Don’t tempt me. Although, to be honest, I think I need a little bit of a rest.” Looking me up and down, he added, “By now, you probably do too.”
He made a good point. I was sore but deliciously so.
“I was thinking,” he continued, rinsing suds from his skin. “How about I take you out tonight? I’ll be in back-to-back meetings, and I promised the guys I would meet up for a drink, but I could get here by around seven to pick you up. What’s your favorite restaurant?”
I was too overwhelmed to answer, but eventually I did.
“Really?” I kept waiting for the punchline, but none ever came.
“I would love to go out!” I’d lost track of how long it had been since the last time I went anywhere.
My dinner with Laura felt like a lifetime ago, though it hadn’t been three whole weeks.
“Great. Figure out where you want to go, and I’ll make the call. Make sure you dress up,” he warned. “I want to show you off.”
Yes, something had changed, and it had to be big. He thought it was safe for us to be out. That could only mean good news.
“You’re sure it’s okay?” I asked because I wanted to be certain.
“I wouldn’t take a chance with you if I thought it would be risky.” And I believed him.
Certainty was a beautiful thing, almost as beautiful as the sight of him stepping out of the shower, water rolling down his wall of muscles as he reached for a towel. I had to leave him be, or else he would never make it out of the house.
But he did, and I spent the next hours deciding where to go for dinner after showering and getting dressed in my usual uniform of leggings and a T-shirt—the clothes I wore to bum around the house. It would be such a treat to dress up later.
The idea of dressing up gave me pause. It was Max’s turn on duty.
The timing couldn’t be better since he was generally the easiest to talk my way around.
A big, tough guy, he was a softie on the inside.
Much like Vaughn, come to think of it. I slid on a pair of flats and grabbed my purse before almost skipping down the front steps.
We were going out tonight. It was like the anticipation before a first date, which struck me as being pretty funny, considering we were married.
“Good morning,” I said to Max once he rolled down his window, setting aside the newspaper he’d been reading. Pretty old-school. Most people I knew read the news on their phone.
“Good morning.” There was a suspicious look in his eye as he regarded me. “How are you today?”
“Doing great. I was actually wondering if we could take a quick drive back to my apartment… just for a few minutes,” I swore, making an X over my chest with my finger. “Just a quick in and out.”
“Have you forgotten why you’ve been staying away from there?”
“Hey, check it out with Vaughn if you want to. Call him right now, seriously. See if he thinks it’s okay.” If we were going out to dinner, things had changed. Something had improved. A quick trip to my apartment in broad daylight couldn’t hurt, surely?
Max’s frown deepened once Vaughn answered. The conversation was brief. “Okay. Whatever you say,” he concluded, ending the call with a sigh like he still didn’t agree but had no choice.
“I have some jewelry back in my apartment,” I explained. “I would really like to wear it tonight when Vaughn takes me to dinner.”
Max didn’t bother trying to hide his impatience, rolling his eyes. “No offense, but can’t you buy new jewelry?”
“This is jewelry that used to belong to my mother. It’s really special to me,” I explained. “I would just feel a lot better if I had it with me instead of leaving it to sit in my apartment.”
“I’ll go get it for you,” he offered.
For some reason, he was still against the idea.
Maybe that made sense to him, but not to me.
“No offense, like you said, but I don’t want some stranger going through my things.”
He made the sound men tended to make when they knew they were cornered, like a strangled groan. I was wearing him down. “It’s only going to take a few minutes,” I promised, holding up my folded hands. “And I’ll feel a lot better.”
“That makes one of us.” Let him scowl all he wanted, but I liked him. He was a decent person, like all of the men Vaughn paid to protect me. “Come on. Let’s get it over with.” I managed to hold back my triumphant smile until his back was turned. No sense rubbing it in.