Nicholas

 

 

I stripped after she came against my mouth. The sweetness of her was enough to almost send me over the edge. I shed my sweater and jeans in record time. My boxers hit the floor before she was on the bed, her legs spread, her beautiful pussy on display and waiting for me.

I don't know how but I sheathed my cock without blowing my load.

Now, I'm inside her sweet body, moving slowly, savoring the feeling of her clenched tightly around me.

"Nicholas," she murmurs my name against the skin of my neck. "I love when you fuck me."

I fucking love it. I'll never get enough of this heaven even if I live for eternity.

"Slow," she says through a moan.

I slow, even though it takes every ounce of willpower I have. I want to take her wildly. I want to pin her to the sheets and fuck her senseless until the bed edges against the floor and we both come hard.

I kiss her roughly, my teeth edging along her bottom lip. "I'm too hard, Sophia. You feel too fucking good."

"You can come in my mouth." Her tongue darts out. "You taste so good."

I can't respond. I have to give every ounce of concentration I have left to my cock. The greedy bastard wants to take more than he's willing to offer right now.

I fuck her slowly, painful slow strokes that arch her back off the sheets.

She moves her legs, circling them around my waist.  A wicked smile covers her lips but not a word leaves her lips. It's just crazy hot sounds of lust and need that come from somewhere deep within her.

My need to fuck takes over. I up the pace, my hips grinding out circles of desire as I pump my cock into her.

She darts over the edge into an intense orgasm without warning. Her heels dig into my back. Her fingernails etch lines of hunger down my shoulders to my biceps.

I can't control myself. I bracket her body with both of my hands and fuck her hard until I release with her nipple clenched between my teeth.

 

***

 

"It felt like you bit my nipple clean off." She rubs her breast and my cock swells.

"You don't like pain?"

"Keep that thing away from me." She tilts her chin. "How can you be hard again already?"

I sweep my eyes over her perfect naked body. "Do you really have to ask?"

"I can't fuck again right now." Her hands hover over her core. "I'm exhausted. My pussy needs a time-out."

"Your pussy needs a time-out?" I repeat back as I hold her gaze. "What the fuck is a pussy time-out?"

"It's a break from a big cock." She rolls her eyes. "When you fuck me hard like that I feel like your cock is going to split me in two."

"That's not a complaint, is it?" I trace a path along her bare shoulder. "You're not saying my cock is too big for you, are you?"

"Never." She rolls on her side to face me. "You're bigger than anyone I've been with."

I smile inwardly. I like knowing that. I've never had penis envy, but I'm glad that I can give her an experience she's never had before. "You're more beautiful than anyone I've ever been with."

"How many women do you think that is?"

"Sophia." I lean in for a soft kiss. "Don't ask me that."

"It's a lot?"

I don't want to go there for obvious reasons. I've had this discussion with women before and it's never ended well. "It's not important."

"Do you wonder about the lovers I've had?"

"No," I answer brusquely. I do, but I won't admit that to her. She's never spoken of any man in her past and although I'm glad for that, it's left me wondering if there's a reason behind it. She knows about Briella but that's a unique situation. I won't go into details about any of the other women I've fucked. None of them are worth mentioning.

"I don’t want to waste the time we have together reliving our pasts." I kiss her again. "I don’t care about any of your experiences with other men."

Something shifts behind her eyes. "That's fair."

Maybe it is or maybe I'm an asshole for not being open minded enough to hear her tell me about the men she cared enough about to fuck. Her words before we slept together the first time never leave my mind. She needs a connection to screw. That means that every other man who has tasted her or fucked her has meant something to her. I'm not evolved enough to be open to hearing about that. I admit it.

"Is being eaten out part of a pussy time-out or will you sit on my face?"

She laughs loudly. "I need to go home to work on that design I told you about. I'll have to pass on the face sitting tonight."

"I'd say it's your loss but it's mine. I can't tempt you at all?"

She slides her lips over mine in a slow and sensual kiss. "I have to go, but I'll keep the offer in mind for the next time we see each other."

"That better be tomorrow, Sophia."

"Maybe." She grins against my mouth. "I might be busy."

"I'll call you in the morning to find out."

"I like you a lot."

I love you, Sophia. I fucking love you.

I don't say it. Instead I repeat back her words as I stare into her eyes.