Chapter Twenty
Nick
I hear her sob. My eyes fly open and my heart breaks when I see those fucking tears lining those luminous green eyes. Panic starts to set in that I fucked this up. She wasn’t ready, and I practically mauled her the moment we got to my house. I thought I had given her enough time to consider everything of what was about to happen, but maybe I didn’t. Maybe I pushed her or rushed her or…
Fuck.
I try to push myself up, since I’m lying on top of her, smashing her into the mattress, but the moment I try to move, she wraps her arms and legs tighter around me and squeezes. I’m still buried inside of her, and I’ll be damned if my cock doesn’t decide it’s ready for another round. Hot tears press against my neck, and I almost choke on my own emotions.
“Meg?” I whisper, touching the top of her head gently and stroking her hair. “I’m sorry, honey. I…I was too rough. It was too soon. I didn’t mean to hurt you,” I say in rapid-fire succession. God, I’m the worst human being on the planet. The thought of hurting her makes me want to rip out my own heart and toss it into the trash.
She gazes up at me, those fucking tear-filled eyes seeing straight into my soul, and says, adamantly shaking her head, “No, Nick. You did nothing wrong, I swear. I’m just emotional.” She sniffles. “I’m so sorry for crying like this, but what we just did, that was…amazing.”
My heart starts to pound, but for an entirely different reason. Not out of fear, but out of elation. “It was, wasn’t it?” I ask, which results in that fucking smile that I love so much.
She runs her hand over my forehead and down the side of my face. “I wasn’t crying because of…you know. In fact, I didn’t even…that didn’t cross my mind.”
Taking a deep breath, I decide to address the elephant in the room. No, not the best for pillow talk, especially while I’m still inside her, but I need her to know where I stand. “Honey, you can say his name. I would never hold it against you or be upset because you’re acknowledging the man you loved and lost.”
Meghan takes a deep breath and gives me a small smile, laced with sadness. “Thank you. That means more than you’ll ever know. But I also need you to know that what just happened, between you and me, that was just us. No one else was part of it.”
I roll to my side, slipping my already raring-to-go cock from her body, and pulling her so she’s lying against my chest. “Thank you for trusting me.”
She looks up, her eyes full of honesty and hope. “There’s no one else I trust more than you.”
We lie together for several minutes with her leg thrown over mine and her arm resting on my chest, just breathing in the magnitude of the moment. She’s no longer just my friend. She’s the woman I’m insanely attracted to, the one who makes me laugh and feel more content than I ever have. I don’t know where this is headed exactly, but I know where I would like it to go.
And it involves a hell of a lot more of Meghan Summer naked.
“I should get up for a second,” she says, wiggling out of my arms.
“I’ll go get you something to clean up with,” I offer, kissing her on the forehead and pulling my arm out from under her.
“No, that’s okay. I, umm, have to use the restroom. I have a funky bladder and if I don’t use the restroom after sex, I could get an infection.” Her cheeks turn an adorable shade of red and she shrugs her shoulders. “It’s not very sexy, I know, but that’s real life. Abby always reads these sexy stories about women who just roll over, spoon with their significant other, and go to sleep after sex. That rarely happens, actually. Most women have to use the restroom or risk getting a bladder infection.”
I can’t help but smile at her blabbering. It’s cute as hell. It’s also a bit of information I didn’t know. I mean, I knew Collette would get up and use the bathroom, but I never knew the logistics or reasoning behind it. Makes sense, honestly, and I’m slightly ashamed that it never occurred to me to find out more.
“Well, don’t let me keep you,” I tell her, watching while she gets up off the bed.
“I’ll be right back, and then, we can talk about what to do about that hard-on.” She drops the sheet, exposing the perfect globes of her amazing ass and heads to the bathroom. Before she steps over the threshold, she glances back over her shoulder, offering me a killer smile and a wink.
I’m pretty sure I just lost a piece of my heart to Meghan Summer.
* * *
I wake with a warm, naked body pressed tightly against my side and a smooth hand wrapped around my very hard cock. I hold completely still, pretending to sleep, as Meghan slides her palm up and down my shaft. She’s going slowly, but it’s enough to already drive me wild. Even after having her twice last night, my need for her is never ending.
Which may work out pretty fucking well, since she seems pretty insatiable.
Last night was amazing. Even with the tears. After we cleaned up a bit from the first round of sex, we both fell fast asleep, her tucked against my side and wrapped in my arms. Around two in the morning, she turned to her side, taking me with her. The position lined my already hardening cock up with her delectable little ass.
The next thing I knew, I was reaching for a condom and sliding into her warm pussy from behind. Fucking heaven.
Now, here we are, waking up with the sun and gearing up for another round of incredible sex.
“I know you’re awake,” she purrs beside my ear.
“Part of me is.”
“I’m rather enjoying this part of you. Not that any of your other parts haven’t been amazing, but this particular one is spectacular,” she coos, sliding her hand down to the base of my cock and gently twisting. “Like that?” she whispers, slowly moving her hand up to the head of my dick. Unable to say words, I moan my reply. “I do believe it’s time for me to get up close and very personal with this rather impressive cock.”
I swear to God I almost come right there.
But thank fuck I don’t, because what happens next is nothing short of remarkable.
Holding my cock in her hand, Meghan positions herself between my legs. Her eyes are locked on mine as she slowly lowers her head, swirling her tongue over the head of my dick.
I see stars.
Without any encouragement, she lowers her mouth over my erection, licking around the head and stroking her tongue down the pulsing vein running down my cock. “Jesus,” I grumble, trying to hold completely still.
Her mouth is warm and wet, and she applies just enough suction to ensure my blood pressure reaches stroke level. Meghan slowly glides farther down my dick, swallowing it practically to the base. I’ve never enjoyed a blowjob so much or been ready to explode in such a short amount of time as I am right now.
She continues to move up and down, circling the head with her tongue and burying my cock down her throat. When she cups my balls in her palm, I almost lose it. “Fuck,” I groan, drawing out that one word.
“You like?” she asks when she comes back up, licking the tip and sucking off the pre-cum.
“I’m not sure I’m going to survive this,” I pant, grabbing a handful of her long brown hair and holding it out of her face.
“Now, that would be a shame. I’m not nearly done with you yet,” she teases right before she goes all the way down on me. I let her play for a few more minutes, but with each pump of her hand and lick with that amazing mouth, my control is slipping.
Quickly.
Finally, I can’t take it anymore. While this would surely end in spectacular fashion, that’s not how I want to come. I need to be inside her, lose myself once more in her tight pussy, with her coming right along with me.
“Come here,” I say, reaching down and grabbing her armpits. I gently pull her up, her mouth popping off my cock loudly.
“I wasn’t finished,” she pouts, straddling my hips and rubbing her pussy against my erection.
“I’m not finished either,” I tell her, cupping her breasts in my hands and toying with her hard nipples. Moving my hand to her neck, I pull her forward, planting my lips against hers.
She tries to pull back. “I haven’t brushed my teeth.”
“I don’t care,” I say as my lips meet hers, hungrily.
My cock twitches against the wetness between her legs, and I’m completely out of patience. Reaching for the nightstand drawer, I start to pull it open, but she stops my hand. “I got it,” she says, grabbing a condom. She rips it open with her teeth, making my cock jump for joy, and scoots back a bit. With delicate fingers, she holds my shaft and slides the protection until I’m completely sheathed.
Then, without saying a word, she straddles my hips again, holds my cock to her entrance, and slowly sits down, impaling herself on me. Our joint moans fill the room as she holds completely still, allowing herself time to adjust. She must be sore, considering this is the third time we’ve had sex in the last nine hours.
Slowly, she starts to move. Up and down, gradually increasing her speed. My hands flex on her hips as she starts to bounce, rocking and grinding her hips. I try to hold perfectly still, letting her take what she needs, but the more she moves, the harder it is to remain still.
Finally, I can’t not move anymore. I thrust my hips upward, earning a loud gasp and a long moan. “Do that again,” I tell her as I continue to tilt my hips and press them upward.
“Do what?” she asks, breathlessly.
“Tighten your sweet pussy around my cock.”
“Like this?” she asks, and does just that. Words seem to evaporate. I’m lost in a sea of raw need and inhabited desire.
“Just like that,” I demand. Then, I watch her ride me, her perfect breasts bouncing as she takes my cock over and over again.
This. This feeling that I have with her. I’ll never get enough of it. I’ll always want more.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, rocking and grinding against me.
“Don’t stop until you come, honey.”
“I won’t,” she pants, her inner thighs tightening on my outer thighs. I can tell she’s almost there, which is good, considering the death grip on my shaft has me about to come hard myself.
Then, I feel her let go. She rides me hard, pivoting her hips and grinding her clit against me. When I hear my name spill from her lips, I follow her over the edge, coming with force and a string of non-coherent words. As soon as we’re both boneless, she falls on my chest, our lungs both begging for oxygen. I wrap my arms around her, hugging her into my chest and loving the way she fits so perfectly there.
After a few more minutes, Meghan starts to wiggle. I recall what she said last night about using the restroom after sex, so I let her go take care of business, while happily watching her ass as she goes. I remove the condom and wrap it in a Kleenex, tossing it in the garbage can over by my dresser. When she’s all finished a few minutes later, she rejoins me in bed.
“I hope you don’t mind, but I used one of your spare toothbrushes.”
“I don’t mind at all,” I tell her, wrapping my arm around her shoulder and pulling her into my embrace. “I happen to know where I can get a few extras to keep at my place.”
“So, you steal from work?”
“I do. Floss, too, but don’t tell the boss.”
I can feel her smile against my chest. “Your secret is safe with me.”
We lie together for a while, our collective breathing and the occasional passing car the only sound in the room. I wonder if she fell back asleep. It wouldn’t surprise me, considering how little sleep we actually got last night. But even now, I can’t seem to calm my mind enough to fall back asleep.
I just spent the night with Meghan.
We had the most amazing sex I’ve ever had.
And she’s not freaking out or running away, like I might have expected. I guess that just proves how strong this woman really is. She’s had a major life-changing event happen, and is willing to take a few steps forward, albeit very slow and deliberate steps. The point is that she’s trying. She’s willing to step out of her comfort zone and give this whole dating thing a try again. The fact that she wants me by her side, along for the ride, only makes it that much sweeter.
“So, I was thinking,” she starts, drawing little circles over my chest. “My family is going to Payton and Dean’s for breakfast. I’m pretty sure everyone will be there. Well, maybe not Levi since he sometimes works weekends, but everyone else should be.” A big pause. I’m not sure she’s breathing. “Do you think you’d like to join us? I mean, if you don’t have anything else going on this morning.”
Pulling her tightly against me, I reply, “I’d love to go have breakfast with you. And if your family is there, then that’s fine too. I had a great time with them yesterday.”
“They’re completely nuts, but I guess if you don’t mind them, I’d like you to join us.”
“Then, there’s no place I’d rather be,” I answer honestly, bending down and kissing her forehead. “What time is breakfast?”
“Ten.”
“Then we have about two hours before we need to get up and shower. Why don’t you catch a few more minutes of sleep, and then we’ll get ready to go.”
“Okay,” she whispers, settling her cheek against my chest. There’s nothing in the world better than the feel of her in my arms. That’s a heady revelation, but one I’m not about to dive into right now.
Instead, as exhaustion settles in, we both curl into each other and slowly drift off to sleep.