“Make love to me,” she repeated in his ear.

It wasn’t a good idea to read too much into that one word he had evaded all his life. Love wasn’t for him. He’d never felt it, not with a father he barely knew and a mother who gave him away. Sure, his adopted parents had tried, but he always felt like a hand-me-down.

He’d never let a woman get this close enough. Ever.

Yet, Nicole spread out underneath him, naked and unafraid, asking the sweetest request of all.

Nick adjusted above her and began kissing and licking his way south, appreciating every inch of her as he made his way down. As his lips pressed against her flat stomach, her hands pushed his shoulders, silently begging him to pick up the pace. Sweeping his tongue along her lower belly, he stopped at her moon-shaped birthmark, causing her to moan out another plea and raise her hips up, giving him easier access.

He moved further down still, closing in on her pelvis, and lifted a hand to her erect nipples. The way she responded to every move he made was just beautiful. He wanted to savor every moment and make sure Nicole would remember this time, if nothing else.

Close now, he lifted up slightly, hovering over her pussy as Nicole called to him, pleading for his touch. He shifted his eyes up to hers and spread her legs wide across the bed. Once he had her full attention, he shifted his gaze back down at her pink slit. God, she was perfect. It was something he didn’t get the luxury of enjoying while they were crammed inside the airplane restroom, using each other’s body for pure primal. Now, he could stop and appreciate all of her.

Now, she was glistening with need, primed and ready for him.

Dragging his thumb up to her center, he indulged himself in the utter pleasure of her wet heat. He heard her quick intake of breath hissing in and out as she tried, struggled to maintain control. Too bad she’d already handed that over to him the second she asked him to take her.

Nick adjusted, stretching out on the large bed as he lowered his mouth to touch her hot skin. Gently, he nipped at her folds, then went all in with his tongue, licking her swollen nub.

“Oh, Nick… yes.”

He nipped his teeth against the nub, teasing it as he pulled a hushed cry from her. Loving the sensation as much as her voice, he gently licked her, slowing down each pass of his tongue. Because he wasn’t ready to stop just yet. With a slight shift of his legs, he adjusted to a kneeling position, spreading her out more widely, parting her flesh. He pressed his mouth against her, this time to feast on her. He wanted her to remember how it felt having him fuck her with his mouth too.

Hard and rough.

Soft and slow.

And everything in between.

“Oh God, Nick… that’s so amazing.”

“This is mine,” he muttered against her glistening clit.

The words caught even him by surprise, and he stopped, glancing up her body. Their eyes locked.

Yes.

Nicole would remember this for a long time.

He watched as her eyes fluttered closed and her body writhed to encourage him—to beg him, really—to continue. He took the invitation to keep going when she raised her hips and pressed her pussy toward his mouth. He lowered to her again, delivering what she needed until she cried through her approaching orgasm.

Nick had never seen anything more beautiful, sexy, and wanton in his whole life. She was wild, witty, sweet. Something special. Nothing else mattered. Not their escape from the airport. Not his job. Not that goddamned data drive.

His mouth.

Her pussy.

Her orgasm.

His pleasure.

In the blink of an eye, Nicole had become his everything.

She kept working against him even though she’d already come, begging for more, requesting his touch with her body, thrusting up and demanding.

He teased her some more, then added his finger to the mix, circling, warming, diving in and out with the hope he was driving her mad, wanting his cock inside her. What mattered to him right this second was the pleasure they got from each other. He’d always remember, no matter how things turned out. Her sweetness blotted out all the downsides.

Just like he did on the plane, he eased a second finger in to join the first one, each motioning their own tickle of pleasure for her. He knew it worked for her because her torso lifted up off the bed and her eyes stayed closed from the intensity of what he was doing to her. He could feel the pulsating walls of her pussy as he powered forward. She was pushing toward a second release.

“God!” she screamed out, grabbing onto the sheet with her fists.

A relentless moan slipped from her lips even though he hoped she realized he wasn’t through with her. Not by a long shot.

Nicole’s breath came in short spurts as she returned to this plane of existence. “I’ve, I’ve never…”

“Never what, Nic?” he teased while his fingers still played at her folds.

“Never had such a-a-a… you know.”

He did, but he wanted to hear it from her. “I won’t know until you tell me.”

She laughed involuntarily which made her have an aftershock that had her shuddering again. “I’ve never come that hard before,” she whispered through labored breath.

He gave a final lick over her pussy and then crawled up her body. He pressed his mouth to hers, allowing her a sample of her own tanginess on his tongue. They ate at each other’s mouth until neither could stand it anymore. Her hands tugged and directed his ass in position over her, grinding herself up toward him. It was all Nick could do not to pierce her right then and there with his rock hard cock that he knew she desperately wanted.

When he didn’t satisfy her demand, she bit him on the shoulder. Nothing violent or drawing blood, more of an attention getting that had him zeroing in on her brown eyes, now dark and steamy from passion.

“Norwood Nicholas Taylor the Second. Put your cock inside me right fucking now.”

He laughed hard on the inside and shook on top of her. He couldn’t believe she’d said that. It was the sexiest and dirtiest thing he’d heard in his entire life.

“Yes, ma’am,” he said in a hushed whisper against the side of her mouth.

He scooted away from her and then stood at the end of the bed.

“Nick! I told you to—”

Before she could say anything else, he gently tugged her down the mattress until her pussy was even with his poised cock. Wrapping her legs around him, as they’d done in the bathroom, he set his fingers firmly on her hips and guided his cock into her.

“Ohhh…” she said as they slid into place.

He filled her completely, wrapping around each other fully.

“That’s right,” she moaned out.

The fact that she wanted him this desperately only heightened the intensity for him. Interestingly, despite them having hot sex on the plane earlier in the day—or yesterday, who knew at this point—she was so tight as her pussy clenched around him, drawing him in further, deeper.

Nick rocked his hips back and forth and plunged into her fully. His head fell forward, and hers tossed from side to side. He bit down on his lip from the raw passion flowing through him. She groaned and moaned, sexy sounds of satisfaction unlike any he’d ever heard before.

All for him.

All because of him.

“God, Nick. Where did you learn to do things like that?” she asked weakly.

“Rangers do everything better, sweetheart.”

She huffed out a laugh. “You cocky bastard.”

“You love it.”

“I love your cock in me. Don’t stop fucking me. Please, Nick. Don’t stop fucking me.”

His sturdy thrusts continued in a rhythmic manner, a full-body orchestration with two instruments. Just the two of them. He lunged deeper, higher, feeling as if he was connecting with the back of her womb. Buried so deep within her that he couldn’t stop himself when the fevered pitch began to overtake him.

Nicole arched and lifted herself forward into him, riding him like a bucking bronco.

Faster.

Harder.

Together.

Sweating.

Panting.

He couldn’t hold back any longer as the fire raged within him sending him over the edge. He reached his hand in and pinched her clit ever so slightly, causing her to cry out—yelp, in fact—as another orgasm not only tumbled over her, but as it squeezed from him despite all his efforts to make it last longer.

He held his breath, held on to her, and powered ahead, one, two, three final plunges and then…

“Ahhh,” He came hot and fast, filling her with his seed and soaking them both with the aftermath of her own earth-shattering orgasm.

With the last few presses forward, he suddenly realized he hadn’t sheathed himself. He’d foolishly taken her with no protection for either of them. No wonder it was so fucking amazing. He didn’t remember the last time he’d had the pleasure of real skin on skin. God, it was more than he could take and he came all over again with a final bodily jerk against her.

“Nicole, shit… I’m sorry.”

“For what?” she asked on a pant.

“No condom. Shit. I’m sorry,” he repeated.

She smiled up at him and placed her hands on either side of his face. “It’s all right. I’m on the pill, remember. And, I promise, no diseases.”

He wasn’t worried about that. He was more concerned with knocking her up and bringing a child into this world. This fucked up, maniacal, twisted world he existed in.

Although, with her, he felt empowered, human, normal.

For some reason, the thought of a life, a future with her at his side hit him hard in the gut and cause his dick to pulse and throb even more within her. He squeezed his eyes shut during the next blast of intense pleasure, letting his urges take over as he spasmed through his orgasm and rode the shock wave.

“Nick… what’s—”

The start of Nicole’s question stopped short as his final movements extended her climax, and she hissed out a cry that sounded like his name. Neither of them knew what to do when it was over. His body ached from the effort. After a few moments, he lowered onto her in a tight embrace, their sweat, tears, and liquids mingling.

“Wow,” she said sometime later, stroking his head.

“Yes,” he muttered into her breasts, trying to catch his breath.

She cuddled him into her. He didn’t resist, but actually gathered her more tightly to mold her around him. And it felt right.

If this was what contentment was all about, he’d take it this once.