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When he dragged his hand back down to slip it between her legs, Cynthia pressed the heel of her palm into his wrist to urge him on. Perhaps that decided something for him, because instead of teasing her further, he put his hand on her hip and pushed her around, so that her belly touched the bed. He spread her legs with one knee, then knelt between them.
This was it then. He would have her now.
He crouched over her to kiss her shoulders and her back. The hot weight of his arousal dragged over her bottom.
It was Nick above her this time, so she knew it would be different. Not beautiful or magical perhaps, but better than it had been with James. And yet as he gripped her hips and urged her up to her knees, Cynthia cringed. What if it wasn’t different at all?
Lonely horror welled up inside her. She didn’t want this with him. Didn’t want to feel alone as he rutted at her. Didn’t want to feel dirty as he grunted and groaned and spent himself inside her. She’d felt like a used handkerchief after James had finished. Why had she not considered that Nick might leave her feeling exactly the same?
His hand smoothed down her buttocks and Cynthia cringed. She pressed her hands into the mattress and stared hard at the scrolls of the headboard, and when the tips of his fingers touched the most secret part of her, Cyn felt a tear drop from her eyelashes to vanish into the rumpled sheets below.
He stroked her again, drawing a slow line along the seam of her body. When his hand slipped forward, he touched a spot so sensitive that she jerked against him. His other hand tightened on her hip as he rubbed more firmly.
“Oh,” she sighed, relaxing just a little. Whatever else might happen, this was quite lovely.
He shifted behind her, and suddenly something else rubbed her there. His long arousal slid over that spot as he rocked against her.
“Oh, my.” Perhaps the thing wasn’t entirely awful. It felt rather nice and smooth as it rubbed along her. Cynthia was shocked to find that she had lost the desire to brace herself and hold her breath. Instead she pushed back against him and rocked on her knees to set the pace of his rubbing a little faster. That coil inside her made itself known again. “Mm.”
Then, quite to her surprise, it was actually happening. Nick shifted, and when she pushed back, he was sliding into her instead of along her. There was pressure and stretching, and she would have pulled away but, strangely enough, Nick was already pulling back.
She was so shocked that she simply froze and blinked down at her hands. It wasn’t until he pushed forward again and sank deep into her body that the realization hit her. His sex was inside her, pushing in, and it felt…good. Smooth and sliding as it had been before, but this time it was tightness too. But no pain. None at all. She didn’t need to hold her breath and bite her lip and beg him to please stop because she’d changed her mind and…
Nick thrust a little harder, and Cynthia gasped in pleasure. The muscles inside her tightened at the shock of it.
“Ah,” he gasped. “Cynthia, you…You’re…”
Heat washed over her at his broken words. He thrust harder and faster and it felt better and better.
She wasn’t lonely. She was filled with him.
He thrust hard and deep and then held himself there, snug inside her. His low gasps echoed through the room. Sweat slicked the skin where their thighs pressed together.
When his breath had calmed a bit, Nick leaned over her and curved one arm around her chest to lift her up to her knees. The other arm curled around her belly and he pressed his hand over the curls of her sex. His chest flush against her back, Nick circled his fingers over that little pearl at the top of her sex, and Cynthia cried out.
“That’s it, Cyn,” he murmured, lowering his hips before he thrust up high and hard.
“Oh, God,” she groaned and spread her knees wider.
“Yes.” His fingers teased her as he drove deep. “That’s it, isn’t it, love? That’s what you need.”
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. This was exactly what she needed, and she’d had no idea. But now she needed it so much. Her body was tightening up into one great pulsing pleasure that wanted more and more.
“Please,” she begged. “Please, Nick.”
He thrust faster. “Say it again. My name. Call me by my name, Cyn.”
“Nick.” Her belly wound itself tighter. “Nick, you feel so good.” And then she couldn’t make her mouth form words. She could only scream as the pleasure inside her swelled up and devoured her soul. The world went black and bright at the same time.
She heard Nick cry out her name as he pulled free of her body. Heat splashed against her back and dripped down her bottom. His fingers dug bruises into her flesh and she didn’t care in the least.
Cynthia exhaled for a very long time and let her chin fall to rest on Nick’s arm. Thank God he still clasped her to his chest, or she would have crumpled into a useless pile of limbs.
It seemed ages before his breath returned to normal. “Cyn, are you all right?”
She nodded, too weary to speak. When his arms eased her down to the bed, she nuzzled her face into the cool pillow with a brand new kind of pleasure. A weakness that made her sigh.
He was quiet behind her for a long time, but she couldn’t manage to lift her head to see his expression.
