In all the spots that make my heart race.
While Nick removes my clothes as eagerly as he did his, we stagger toward a set of queen beds like two drunks giddy on more than lust. He unclasps the hook on my skirt and guides down the zipper before we’ve reached the first bed. After surrendering my lips from his heart-stopping kiss, he lowers my skirt down my shaking thighs. Once it’s puddled around my ankles, he wrangles my shirt over my head.
Just as his hands drop to my panties, his eyes lock with mine. A massive surge of blood pumps into my heart. Nothing but admiration is reflecting from his gorgeous heavy-hooded gaze. I could have never dreamed our relationship would be like this. Don’t get me wrong; Nick has always been an attentive lover, but his eyes have never held the spark they have now.
I’ve never felt so consumed by a look before.
Intimidated by the fire in his eyes, I take two steps back. My knees curve inward when Nick smiles his panty-dropping smirk. It’s his true smile, the one that reveals his insides are as attractive as his outsides.
With one big step, he bridges the gap between us. “You can’t run, and you can’t hide, because I’ll always find you.”
The hunger in his eyes grows rampant when they absorb the bra and panty combination I scoured through my suitcase to find specifically for him. The vibrant red color of the satin material matches the color of my cheeks from his avid stare.
“I’ve never had an interest in collecting panties.” His darkened-with-lust eyes lift and lock with mine. “Until now.”
My breathing switches from calm to ragged when he slides the meager scrap of material off my backside, down my thighs, and past my red-painted toenails. After standing from his crouched position, he carefully places them on the bedside table as if they’re the most precious gift in the world.
The calluses on his fingertips from playing guitar for years graze my skin when he curls his arms around my back to unclasp my bra. My jaw drops when his nimble fingers have the three hooks undone faster than I can snap my fingers. My hanging jaw gains leverage when his jutted-out manhood digs into my thigh as he lays me in the middle of the bed we’re standing next to.
I bite the inside of my cheek, battling not to squirm, when he presses a peppering of feather-like kisses from my ankle to my throbbing core. The scruff on his jaw scratches my skin with every gentle bite before his tongue soothes both their burns. I freeze in anticipation when his lips skim past my aching-with-need pussy as he moves his lips to my left leg to lavish it with the same attention he bestowed on my right.
By the time he finishes adorning every inch of my skin with butterfly kisses, I'm on the verge of begging him to consume me. I’m saturated, panting, and the horniest I’ve ever been.
“Please, Nick,” I croak out between breathless moans. “I—”
My begging stops when his tongue delivers a perfectly placed lash on my throbbing clit. I fist the floral bedspread when he consumes my pussy with so much devotion, my race to climax jumps from a leisurely jog to a hundred-meter sprint. He licks, sucks, and nibbles on my clit until my thighs squeeze his head and my lungs scream for air.
I don’t know if it’s because we’ve been apart so long or the new hormones thickening my veins, but my climax hits me so hard and fast, my vision blurs. While shouting his name, I thrash against the sheets. My ride on the intensive wave of orgasmic bliss is long and utterly devastating, but I ride it all the way to the shore, loving every minute of it.
The blood surging to the lower regions of my body switches to my heart when he presses a gentle kiss on my non-existent belly. He lathers my belly with kisses before he slips into the bed next to me to gather me in the crook of his arm.
Shocked, I crank my elbow and peer into his eyes. “What are you doing?”
His lips twitch like he’s dying to speak, but he remains as quiet as a church mouse. Conscious that this isn’t how things generally are between us, I flatten my tingling breasts on his smooth pecs before sealing my mouth over his. The tenderness displayed in our kiss enlarges my heart even more. It’s gentle and sweet and has me close to free-falling into orgasmic bliss for the second time in under five minutes.
While keeping my lips attached to his, I slither my hand down the rigid bumps of his abdomen. He hisses when I grip his firm cock in my hand. While I work on his shaft with the perfect amount of speed and pressure, his husky breaths fan my nape. I pump his cock at the same pace his tongue explores my mouth. It's a coil-tightening adventure that has every fiber in my body paying careful attention to every stroke he makes.
Several womb-sparking minutes later, I intuit that he’s close to the brink. His chest is rising and falling more rapidly, and the veins feeding his magnificent manhood are thick and throbbing. When I pull my hand away, Nick seizes my wrist before directing it back to his dick, wordlessly demanding I continue my plot to unravel him.
“I want you inside of me before you come.” The last half of my sentence is said in a throaty moan from his cock twitching in my hand. After straddling his lap so his heavy member sits between the folds of my drenched pussy, I lift my eyes to Nick’s. A stabbing pain hits my chest when I see a cloud of apprehension in his eyes.
“I want you,” he assures me upon seeing the devastation on my face. “I just don’t want to hurt the baby.”
Euphoria scorches my veins. For someone who has quoted multiple times that he never wanted a relationship, much less kids, our baby is already at the forefront of his mind. I cup his cheeks in my hands and rest my sweaty forehead on his. “I promise you, the baby is safe and protected. Nothing you do will harm him or her.”
His eyes burn into mine as he seeks any deceit. He won’t find any, but just in case he’s still unsure, I help him see sense through the madness. “Furthermore, we don’t need to use protection. It’s kind of pointless, don’t you think?”
His pupils dilate to the size of saucers. He looks as if his greatest wish has just been granted. A giggle parts my lips when he unexpectedly flips me over. My laughter is nipped in the bud when he rubs his thick crown through the folds of my pussy to coat himself with the residue of my earlier climax.
Shaggy blond curls fall in front of his face when he asks, “Are you sure?”
I feel heat creep across my cheeks when I nod. It extends all the way to my chest when he slides the first two inches of his cock inside me.
“My rule breaker,” he moans when he enters me bare for the very first time.
* * *
Later that evening, I'm snuggled against Nick’s bare chest. The hotel room his record company booked is nice but basic. There are two queen beds on one wall and a small kitchenette on the other. The bathroom is small but adequate, although the bright red tiles are a bit overkill.
