I leaned back and grinned up at him. “You packed protection? Were you thinking about seducing me when you did that?”
“Shit, I probably was, but being prepared is also standard protocol.”
“Not for me.” I unbuttoned his shirt and pushed it off his body. The man had hard pecs and serious abs, and his broad, muscled shoulders made my legs weak all over again. I ran my hands over his torso, desperate to feel every inch of his body. “But for this trip, Summer helped me pack, so you only have to go as far as my nightstand.”
“Hot damn, I owe her one.”
“Me too. I don’t want to wait one minute longer to have you inside me.”
He gripped my legs and wrapped them around his waist.
Suddenly self-conscious, I stared down at wet spot I’d left on his jeans. “I’m making you wet.”
He grinned as he carried me to the bed. “That’s my line.” He pulled back the sheets and laid me down in them.
As he opened the nightstand and retrieved the condom box, I pushed up on to my knees. I ran my hands over the hair on his chest and traced my way down to the line of hair that started at his belly button and disappeared into the top of his jeans. I unbuckled his belt and reached for his zipper.
He lay his hand on top of mine to still it. “Go slow, baby. I want to savor every second of you undressing me and stroking me and taking me into your mouth for the first time.”
The way he said it made it sound like a cross between an order and a wish list. Either way, I was ready and willing to serve him. I undid his pants slowly with one hand, while tracing the path of skin that was being revealed, inch by delicious inch, with the other. I pushed his jeans and boxer briefs down over his hips and waited until he’d pulled them off the rest of the way, then resumed my exploration of him. He stood beside the bed, with his erection jutting toward me. I braced my hands on his hips and leaned toward him, kissing his mouth deeply and slowly. I moved lower, exploring his chest and belly with my fingers, then my tongue.
I slowed to what was an agonizing pace to me. He rested one hand on my shoulder and ran the other one through my hair, but he didn’t ask me to go any faster. He watched, and waited, and moaned and sighed with pleasure each time I touched and kissed a new part of his body.
Finally, as I traced my fingers down his treasure trail, his control broke and he turned slightly toward my hand.
Without touching him, I looked up into his dark, hooded eyes. “Slow, baby. Savor it.” I licked my lips, the way he had done to his when he’d knelt between my legs.
He sucked in his breath and held my gaze, but he didn’t move again.
I rewarded him with one quick tongue stroke over his tip. He groaned out loud and took deep breaths. I ran one finger up the side of his shaft and down the other side. He made a strangled noise. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking the velvety-smooth skin stretched tight over his erection. I stroked him once, then twice, then sucked his tip into my mouth while swirling my tongue over it.
He cried out and pulled away from me. “I can’t do it. I thought I could hold out, let you tease me for a while, but the things you’re doing to me...I can’t go much longer.” He unwrapped the condom.
“You don’t have to hold out,” I said, stroking his shaft. “We have all night to go again.”
“And we will, I promise.” He rolled on the condom. “But earlier you said you couldn’t wait to have me inside you, and now that’s all I can think about.”
Hearing his words, it was now all I could think about, too. I lay on my back and opened my legs, teasing him in a new way, enjoying him staring down at me, wanting him so badly, it physically hurt.
When he didn’t touch me, I asked, “Nick, what is it with you and making me beg?”
A slow grin spread across his face. “I can’t help it, baby, your begging turns me on.” He lay down beside me and kissed me, running his hands down my body. “Then again, everything about you turns me on.” He shifted his weight to balance himself above me and moved his hips to press his tip inside me.
I lifted my hips off the bed and took in another inch of him, begging him again, this time without words. He didn’t make me do it a third time. He pushed all the way into me and we moaned in unison. I started moving, trying to set a frenetic pace. I needed it. Needed him. Needed the friction and fullness of him inside me to make that sweet, painful pressure build again.
“Baby, you’re going to make me go so fast,” he said, gripping my hips to slow my pace.
He set a new rhythm. He didn’t go as fast but he plunged so much deeper into me. He cupped my breast and rolled the nipple between his fingers. It felt like there was a direct line between it and my clit, and the first wave of ecstasy washed over me. My pressure built more slowly this time, but it was even more intense. I lifted my hips off the bed to take his every thrust as deep and hard as I could. My orgasm surged through my body, melting me into a puddle of want and need and pleasure. Nick knew what I needed and gave it to me, going faster now as I chased an even higher high.
The spasm of his release sent me over the edge and we rode the wave together, wringing out every drop of sheer rapture from each other’s bodies. He collapsed beside me and pulled me into his arms. We clung to each other as we slowly came back to earth.
When my heart rate and breathing slowed down enough to speak, I whispered, “That was so intense. I’ve never had sex like that before.”
He hugged me tighter. “I’m pretty sure that’s because no one has ever had sex like that before.”
“Maybe it was a fluke,” I said. “We’ll have to do it again to be sure. I’m happy to be on top, in case I’ve worn you out.”
He laughed in that deep, genuine way I’d found so attractive since the night we’d met. Knowing now what I did about the pain in his life, I appreciated it even more.
