Chapter 18

Heather

Nicholas is in front of me, larger than life, without his mask and me without mine, and I won’t turn away now. He wants me, still. Even though we’ve embroiled ourselves in this weird affair, he still wants more.

I do, too.

“Heather,” he says.

The sound of my name on his lips sends shivers through me. It’s so forbidden, but at the same time, it’s not. He believes it’s not, and I don’t want to argue with him and convince him otherwise.

I want to enjoy this.

This is the first man I’ve ever been with and he just happens to be the best man, the sexiest, and the father to my dirt bag ex.

Nicholas strips off his shirt and drops it beside my clothes. He undoes the top button of his jeans, zips them down, then removes them.

I can’t help staring at his face. At every feature, drinking in the slight kink in his nose, the sight of his blue eyes, watching me, and the shape of his cheekbones, high, well-defined. After two days of dreaming about the face beneath the mask, this is my reward.

I brim with desire. My heart pounds out a beat against the inside of my ribcage, nerves tickle my insides.

“I told you, you’re mine,” he says.

I’m seriously seconds from legitimately swooning for this man.

Nicholas wraps his arms around me and draws me close. His dick presses against my abdomen, and I clench tight for him.

We’re truly naked with each other now. No barriers, no misconstrued information.

I’m Heather and he’s Nicholas, and we both want this.

I inhale the scent of his cologne, and the skin beneath it, then close my eyes. I’ll savor this moment, the truth for as long as we’re together. If we’re together. Don’t dwell on that now, for god’s sake.

Nicholas cups my cheeks in both hands, brings us closer to each other, then places his lips on mine.

The kiss is deep, everything I’ve felt over the past two days rolled up into one experience. His tongue teases mine, then massages, then probes deep. His fingers creep up to the nape of my neck and he grasps a fistful of hair.

I lean into him, breathe in through my nose, heart fluttering.

Nicholas slides his hands down, over my shoulders, smoothing the skin there. He breaks the kiss, then bends and takes one of my nipples in his mouth and suckles on it, nibbles it, gently.

I snag fistfuls of his hair and tug on it, pleasure bubbling through me at his touch.

My skin prickles; I sway again. My knees buckle, and he catches me.

“Here,” he says, and lifts me onto the bed.

It’s been a long day, and all the pressure and tension has built up to this point. I lie back and watch him.

Nicholas slides between my legs, parts my thighs and blows on my pussy, gently. The cool air gives me a rush, and I squirm. He rewards me with a grin, then takes one long lick from my slick entrance all the way to my clitoris.

The squirming turns into a kick of my legs.

He pins them down and continues, sucking and eating, making appreciative noises between my legs.

I toss my arms over my head and grab the pillow, squeezing it tight. “Nicholas,” I moan. “Oh, it’s so good.”

“Good,” he says, between licks. “I’m going to make you come again, Heather.”

My name from that mouth. I tremble against him, open my legs wider, and accept the sweet ecstasy that starts on his tongue and travels through my center. Shots of it. I’m so close, but I can’t come yet.

“Fuck me,” I breathe, and the words come out rushed, almost pained. “Please, Nicholas. I need you inside me, right now. I can’t take a second more.”

He immediately stops and shimmies up my body, planting kisses at strategic spots, open mouthed and moist: my inner thigh, my stomach, my left breast, my collarbone.

Nicholas sucks on my neck, and I slap my hands to his back, feel the taut muscles beneath my fingertips.

“Please,” I whisper. The heat blinds me, I’m trapped in the moment, and I need the release only his cock can provide.

Nicholas presses his dick inside me and groans. “Oh god, fuck. I love that tight, wet cunt. You’re so fucking tasty.”

I crane my neck and lick my own juices off his lips, off his chin. “Deeper.”

He presses the shaft into me, buries himself to the hilt as he has before. “Fuck, yes,” he grunts, and pulls out again, all the way. He rams into me again and again, then pulls out and turns me onto my side.

“Where are you going?”

“Right here,” he says and slips in behind me. He enters me from the side, lifts my leg a little, and kisses my neck, more of the soft, wet kisses that take me higher. “Finger yourself.”

I do as I’m told. My finger circles my clit and I twitch against him.

Nicholas ups the pace, grabs the back of my neck and forces me to bend double. He pounds into me, again and again, rocking my entire body. My tits bounce, my finger is caught between my legs, but it’s good enough.

I approach the crest again, scream toward it. “Nicholas,” I whisper. “I’m going to – I’m –” The orgasm shatters what I wanted to say, obliterates it from my mind.

There’s nothing but his dick inside me, still thrusting, harder and thicker than ever, splitting me almost, and my pussy clenching down on him. A series of thoughts race through my mind, him on top of me without the mask, his body, so hot and muscular, dripping sweat, his lips seeking my flesh.

I shudder through my climax.

His begins. He digs his fingers into the back of my neck, jams into my pussy, pressing himself deep. He quits moving and simply throbs inside me, emptying himself.

A slow tingle spreads over my skin, the satisfaction of having spent this moment with him, and it being real, just us together.

Nicholas grunts and drags me back into his arms again, peppers the side of my face with kisses. “This is it,” he says.

“What?” I ask, and lay on the pillows, half-asleep after the orgasm.

“This is exactly where I want to be.”