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A quiet smile lit my lips. "You mean like this?" I rocked my hips along his denim covered length, earning myself a deep groan as his head dropped back.
"Yeah. Like that, girl."
"What, no honey, or princess?" I sassed him.
"Did I just create a monster?"
"Maybe.” I unbuttoned his jeans, working my hand inside until I withdrew his straining, swollen length. A few strokes from root to tip and he pushed his hips up, thrust into my hand.
"Keep doing that please, Chloe." His voice changed, deepening, rasping. "But not too long. I want to come in you."
I smiled. "Then do it." I rubbed my wetness across his cock, and his eyes flickered.
“Chloe?" The strain and longing evident, I paused, leaning down to kiss him. Nick fisted my hair. “Don’t you tease me with this, Princess.”
"If you want it," I managed to maintain my smile though my confidence plummeted. "You said you wanted to fuck me ra–"
I was on my back so fast, I forgot to breathe. "Nick?" I squeaked.
His hard, lean body arced over me, his hands gripping me hard. "Tell me you're not teasing me."
I shook my head. “I’m not. I got an implant a few weeks ago. We can, if that's what you want."
"It's gotta be what you want, you know that.”
I leaned up to kiss him. "I want that."
"Good." He inched his hips forward, filling me in one long thrust.
This time I felt every part of him breeching my walls, and shuddered out a moan.
"Jesus, fuck." Nick curved his hand behind my head, withdrawing to slam home again. “I wanna go slow.”
“Don’t–” I managed.
Nick rode me hard, kissing me between his own groans, his gaze hyper-focussed on me, swallowing my screams. One orgasm merged into the next, his pace relentless as he wrapped me in his arms, curving his body around mine and working me like a desperate, starving man–and I responded to him. He caught my thighs, tilting my hips up and hitting somewheredeeper.
Nick groaned, his thrusts quickening as I tightened around him. “Fuck, you feel too good.”
“So do you,” I gasped back, tangling my fingers in his hair and pulling him down for a kiss as pressure built inside me again.
I met every thrust, grinding our bodies together, and when I came again, he followed, his hips jerking roughly as his breaths shattered against my mouth.
Afterwards, when we dressed, neither of us tried to speak, our conversation limited to light touches with trembling fingers and soft kisses filled with the remnants of our passion that refused to fade.
Nick held me close as we walked back to the house, talking to people as we passed them but I barely heard anything, resting my head against the shoulder. He didn’t need me to, tucking me into his side and curving himself around me protectively. When we made it upstairs to his room, he carried me into the shower, cleaning us both and kissing me until he lifted me back onto his hips. Just kissing, his hands firm on my body, blocking out the world, soothing my anxious heart.
For the first time in so long, part of me truly recognized love.
