“My turn,” he growls, backing me down the hallway, his lips nipping at the sensitive spot on my neck, dancing along my collarbone.
I reach behind my back, unhooking my bra and freeing my breasts to press against his bare chest. He’s got just enough hair there to tease me, my nipples still sensitive.
I fall back on the bed and Nick hovers over me, his delicious weight and warmth like the best kind of blanket. Then he removes my jeans and underwear with one swift tug, his eyes tracing over the curves of my body.
He swallows thickly. “You’re so gorgeous, Jess.”
I fight the urge to deflect the compliment, instead reaching for his hand, pulling him down on top of me once again, our naked limbs intertwining.
Nick’s kisses turn slow and sultry, and they’re somehow even hotter than the frantic ones from before. He takes his time moving down to the curve of my shoulder, the swell of my breasts. He pays such attention to them, his tongue licking and swirling until I’m writhing underneath him and I can feel the orgasm building already.
His hand skirts down the bare expanse of my belly, stroking with the lightest of touches, everywhere except for where I need him. When his fingers dance over my hip bone, I gasp, my hips rising.
He grins at me, and it’s wicked. “You love this spot.” He leans down to run his tongue along the crease, and the moan that escapes me is unholy.
“You know I do.”
Finally, he drags a single finger up the center of me. “You’re so wet, Jess. God, I can barely stand it.”
I don’t even have time to think before he’s pushed my thighs apart and settled in between them. His tongue finds my clit as he slides two fingers inside me, and my hips buck against his face. His forearm presses down on my pelvis, keeping me at his mercy as his tongue flicks before he sucks with just the right amount of pressure. I come apart underneath him, and his mouth rides me through the wave, his strokes softening as I come down.
A minute later his mouth finds mine again, and I taste myself on his lips as he presses into me, slowly at firstand then deep on one quick thrust. We just stopped using condoms a couple of weeks ago, after the all-important birth control and STI conversation, and I’m still relishing this new feeling of nothing between us.
Nick presses his forehead to mine, his breaths uneven and choppy. “How is it always so fucking good with you, Jess? I swear, it’s like your body was made ’specially for mine.”
My hands skate down over the muscles of his back, landing on the curves of his ass. I rock against him, meeting him thrust for thrust. “I was made for you. I love you so much.”
I freeze for half a second. Make that a full ten seconds. I can’t believe I just said that. We haven’t exchanged the L word yet and ohmygod I just blurted it out during sex like a total idiot.
Nick freezes too, and there goes any hope that he didn’t actually hear me.
I close my eyes, too embarrassed to look at him. “Shit.”
But then his hand cups my cheek. “Hey. Look at me, Jess.”
I open my eyes, but I don’t meet his gaze until his hand slips down to my chin, grasping it gently but firmly and forcing me to make eye contact.
“I love you too.” He smiles, and the light-green ring around his pupils brightens.
“You don’t have to say that just because I did. I shouldn’t have blurted it out like that, not when—”
“Not when I’m this deep inside of you?” He grins, shifting his hips, pressing deeper.
I can’t hold back a gasp. “It’s just…it’s okay if you…it’s early and I would understand…” I try to get a complete thought out, but Nick’s hips continue to roll. His hand slips between us, his thumb stroking my clit, and suddenly I can’t see straight, let alone form a complete sentence.
“Come for me.”
I have no choice but to obey. I tighten around him as the orgasm breaks, rolling through me, wave after wave until Nick buries his face in the crook of my neck, shuddering out his own release. I hold him to me, not wanting it to end. My breaths are shaky, my skin covered in goose bumps.
“Holy shit.”
He laughs, his breath tickling my neck. “That about sums it up.”
I wrap my arms around his neck, threading my hands through the locks of his hair. “I’ve never come that hard before,” I tell him honestly.
He puts enough space between us so he can look me in the eye. “Neither have I. But then again, I’ve never been with someone I loved before either.” He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear.
“I really didn’t mean to blurt that out, you know.”
