Nicole
The moment his lips touch mine, I become his.
There’s no other way of saying it. Whatever it is about Palmer, I simply can’t resist him.
I don’t even know why I came here. Is that all it takes—one phone call, and I’m knocking at his door? I’ve never thought of myself as the easy type, but when it comes to Palmer…well, when it comes to Palmer, I have no idea what to think.
He was supposed to be this cold figure, a harsh man that cared about nothing but his ambitions. But that’s not the real Palmer.
At least that’s not the Palmer I’ve come to know.
"I’m glad you came," he whispers and, leaning in, Palmer brushes his lips against mine once more. As he kisses me, my hands roam over the fabric of his shirt, untucking it and pulling it free from his pants. My fingertips feel the outline of his abs, and I almost lose it.
Butterflies hit the pit of my stomach, outstretched wings on their maiden flight. Palmer's lips captivate me with a wanderlust that I have never felt before. My skin is covering with prickles from the chills rushing up and down my spine.
As stupid as it might sound, I believe these are the kind of feelings women succumb to in romance novels. As a young girl, I could sit for hours and read how the perfect romantic tryst would begin. I never really believed in them, but I wished they were right.
And now here I am, living a romance like that. Wait—did I actually say the word romance? Oh, Palmer’s messing with my mind more than I’ve begun to imagine.
But I didn’t leave my bed tonight to think about the meaning of things.
No, I came here because my body demanded it.
“I had to come,” I tell him, whispering these words against his lips.
Our lips are softly massaging against each other, our tongues locked in a tight embrace. My hands move up Palmer's chest, and I start unbuttoning his shirt; I keep my eyes locked on his as I do it, my knuckles softly brushing against his tanned chest on the way down. Then, I take my hands to his shoulders and push the shirt down. It floats down to the floor softly, landing at his feet.
I can't believe how perfect he is.
I use the tip of my fingers to trace over his flesh like a soft feather, and I can feel him tense slightly, but not in a bad way.
"Nicole… keep doing that and I won’t be held responsible for my actions," Palmer mumbles against my lips, our tongues taking turns at tasting each other lips.
I move my hand up to the back of his neck, cradling the back of his head in my palm.
He’s a weakness for me. The truth is I’ve imagined this in my mind, over and over again, never knowing if we’d be together again.
After the first time it happened, I just tried to push it off my mind. But then he stormed inside The Old Tale, pulling me against him as if he needed it more than anything in his life. And now… now here I am.
I want to pinch myself to make sure I'm not daydreaming again. Gripping a little flesh on my hip, I smile against his lips.
Oh, he’s real, more real than anything else in my life.
Pulling back, Palmer looks at me, chuckling.
"Did you just pinch yourself? This is real, Nicole. And by the end of the night…you will never forget just how real it is."
I widen my eyes, my lips parting a little in awe. Palmer knows me too well already. I've let my guard down, and though that isn't bad, it does scares me.
"Shh, kiss me again,” he whispers, his voice gentle and seductive. “I feel like I've become addicted to those lips already."
I lean up on the tips of my toes, grasping his bottom lip with my teeth.
Pearly white teeth clamped onto his lower lip, I press my body against his and close any space between us.
I feel my nipples hardening against the cup of my bra, my breasts mashed against his naked chest. I can feel his heartbeat too. It’s slow and steady, but I can tell that its pace is slowly building up.
And so is mine.
I'm Alice in Wonderland and I’m falling down the rabbit hole farther and farther as the clock ticks on.
I’ve never felt this way—so consumed with another person that I’m already looking forward to doing this again. I mean, we haven't even started yet.
Palmer reaches around to the back of my black pencil skirt, pulling the zipper down. I can feel as the teeth release each other.
"I want you so fucking much, Nicole… you have no idea," he continues, his hungry eyes locked on mine.
As my skirt falls down my legs, he then takes his long fingers up my legs, closing in on my inner thighs. I almost feel he’s going to press his hand against my pussy, but he makes a quick detour and rest both hands on my hips; hooking his fingers on my black silk panties, he pushes them down slowly, the cool air in the room caressing my nakedness.
“C’mere,” he whispers then, his hands going back to my waist. He grabs the hem of my blouse and pulls it over my head, my hair cascading over my naked shoulders as he throws the blouse to the side.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” he tells me, his fingers going around to my back, looking for the clasp of my bra. He releases it the moment he finds it, and I feel the cups drooping over my breasts, my nipples becoming even harder than before.
He removes the bra gently, his eyes widening as my breasts jump into sight.
The only thing I’m wearing right now are goosebumps, and there are a lot of them.
Palmer slides his hands down my back, not stopping till his palms grip my ass. Holding me tight, lifting, he takes me to the large leather couch that takes over his living room, and lays me back on it.
The only light in the room is coming through the large floor-to-ceiling windows. The moon is full tonight, and it blends with the dim lights of the night, the towers around Palmer’s apartment like beacons.
Palmer stands at the end of the couch, his eyes staring at my feet and working their way up my long, tan legs. He’s taking in every inch of me into his memory. He’s etching the perfect masterpiece in his mind.
I suck in my stomach when his eyes stop right between my thighs. Suddenly, and I don’t even know why, I feel a little shy. We’ve done this before, but with him…it always feels like the first time.
I pull my bottom lip between my teeth, biting down softly on a pillow. It's incredible the way he makes me feel.
I clear my throat, my voice shaking a little.
"Do you like what you see, Palmer?"
Of course, he does. Why am I asking this? I can tell by the outline in his pants that he likes what he’s seeing.
And if likes it as much as I like what I’m seeing, this is going to be a good night.
"How about I show you how much I like it?" Smirking, Palmer doesn't wait for me to respond. He moves between my legs, kissing my lower lips.
"Oh, God!" Trembling, my whole body shakes the moment I feel the warmth of his breath on my pussy lips.
"Open your legs wider. Put them on the floor." Palmer’s voice is authoritative, demanding, but it doesn’t need to be. I’ll do anything he says at this point.
I can’t—and I won’t—resist him.
I open my legs wide, the wetness of my pussy drawing his gaze. My inner folds are glistening, the soft pink tint slowly deepening in color. I'm more aroused than I’ve ever been.
Palmer’s between my legs, his tongue swiping up the outer lips like a brush painting a canvas. Long strokes over the mound, soft ones as he goes further down.
He’s driving me completely insane, and I want more. I want him to wiggle his tongue between my lips; I want him to satisfy my desires.
"You taste incredible, Nicole,” he whispers, stopping for a moment to get the words out. “I want you," he continues, pressing the tip of his tongue against my clit, pushing down hard on the tiny button of happiness.
I can't stop my legs from trembling. It's driving me crazy the way my body craves him. He’s perfect in every possible way, and I can't get enough of what he’s doing to me.
Palmer parts my lips, and his tongue slides up and down as he lays his forearm over my stomach, holding me against the couch.
I clench my cheeks, but the way his thumb is rubbing my clit relaxes me.
Pushing the tip of his tongue past my pussy lips, Palmer knows exactly how to make me quiver. I’m shaking, and thankfully, there is a cushion beneath me to hold me, my fingers gripping the fabric till my knuckles turn white.
"Palmer, that…that feels so good. Don't stop."
Using his tongue to paint a picture inside my pussy lips, I almost feel breathless from the intensity. I never even knew that a man could make a woman feel like this using only his lips…
I arch my back from the surface of couch beneath, and my legs tremble.
"What are you doing to me? This is completely insane,” I tell him breathlessly, but I don’t wait for a reply.
I push my pussy against his mouth, feeling Palmers' tongue slide inside my pink lips, the small entrance stretching around the tip. The way he’s using his tongue reminds of the way he takes me when he’s inside of me... there’s a certain eagerness to his movements, a certain recklessness.
Placing his hand on top of my pussy, pulling upwards towards my stomach, Palmer has me unable to form words. I moan out with approval as he forcefully devours me.
Putting his hands on my thighs next, he spreads my legs open even wider. I stretch as far as my muscles will allow, exposing myself entirely to him.
"Nicole, you’re just… fucking perfect. I could keep doing this forever,” he tells me, breathing out each word slowly. His eyes are locked on mine, and I feel my heart thumping hard as I notice the way his lips are glistening from my wetness.
And then he’s back on my pussy.
"I can't take it anymore,” I cry out, reaching for his head and tangling my fingers in his hair. I pull him into me once more, forcing him to bury his mouth against my pussy, and I start swaying my hips like a woman possessed.
“Oh my god! I'm going to…I’m going to come," I moan, clamping my hand over my mouth to muffle my cries, my body giving in to ecstasy.
Consumed with pleasure, my body trembles to the point my muscles ache from the tension. Complete rapture overtakes me. Thankfully, it’s just the two of us in here, and I can moan and scream as much as I want to.
Palmer is drenched in my juices, and when he looks up at me, I can see a trail run down his chin.
I remove my hand from my mouth, shaking, "Oh God, what the hell was that? I've never come like that. Ever."
Smiling, Palmer leans into me again, licking me till I’m free of all my juices, sliding up my body to share them with me. Softly, he brushes his lips against mine, the flavor of his kiss so sweet it’s almost maddening.
I've never done anything like this, but what can I say? When Palmer’s with me, I feel capable of almost anything.
His touch has changed me.
"It’s my turn," I tell him, still out of breath. I didn’t need to say it, though; he’s ready for me to take him in my mouth. I can't miss the fact that he has his whole length pressing against my thigh through his pants.
It must be uncomfortable for him, I think, reaching down to help.
I tug his zipper down, reaching in. I slide my hand inside his boxer briefs, and curl my fingers around his shaft. The warmness of his cock spreads to the palm of my hands, and then it goes over my arm and takes over my brain.
Slowly, I start flicking my wrist, stroking him as my heart keeps on racing faster and faster.
"I want you so much," I continue to say, the rhythm of my hand keeping up with that of my heart, my eyes locking on his.
I take my free hand down his back and push both his pants and his boxer briefs down; I pull his cock out, and the moment I feel his shaft brush against my naked thigh, my insides feel as if they’re about to explode.
I blush a little, moving over on the couch for him to lay back. His cock is standing up like a tent pole, demanding all of my attention.
I lick my lips to moisten them. My eyes never looking away from Palmer's cock from the moment it was out in the open.
I want to feel him in my mouth. I sit on the end of the couch, leaning down to lick his length from its root to the tip.
My tongue slithers up to the rim around the top of his cock, licking slowly around the entire head. His size alone is intimidating, but that won't stop me.
I want it all.
My eyes on his, I never look away. I want him to watch me blow his mind. And the fact that he is gnawing on his bottom lips tells me that he is enjoying my warm mouth.
"Nicole, Jesus… your mouth is incredible," his voice a growl, one brimming with lust. Oh, I just love that in him.
I lower my lips down the shaft, taking my time with it. My jaws stretch to take all of him inside of me, but I simply keep going; I won't stop till I have his entire cock inside my mouth.
Palmer places his hand on the back of my head, pushing me down till there is nothing left to take in. Holding my head steady, I fight to breathe through my nose. It's such a rush, being dominated like this.
I feel his fingers twist in the strands of my hair, pulling my head back, only to push it all the way back in. This time, he uses his hips to help him bottom out.
I moan against his cock, but that seems to turn him on even more. He keeps on dictating the movements of my head, my lips rolling up and down his entire length.
The room’s illuminated by the moon shining through the windows, our bodies casting long shadows that seem to tumble over his living room, almost as if they were alive.
From my apartment, to The Old Tale, and now his apartment… whenever I’m with him, it seems that the place we’re in becomes something out of a dream.
I wrap my hand around the base of his cock, stroking him as I keep on bobbing my head.
"You’re killing me,” he breathes out, tugging at my hair as if he wanted to make me stop.
Of course, I won’t be denied.
My eyes are still on his as I open my mouth as wide as I can. The steady stream of pre-cum lets me know he's getting close, and I can’t wait for it.
I want it.
I want him to feel like he’s bursting with ecstasy, I want to hear his groans of pleasure…and I want to know that I’m the sole reason for that.
I pull back softly, knowing he is about to come The first shot of his seed hits the back of my throat fast. The second is a steady stream of warmth across my tongue. I push my head back down, taking all of it, my eyes closed as I savor him.
I moan softly as my tongue circles the head of his cock, coaxing anything he has left out. Then, as slowly as I can manage, I take my mouth off his cock. I look up at him, smiling as I notice the dazed grin on his lips.
“That was fucking amazing,” he breathes out, his chest rising and falling at an erratic pace.
The first thing I notice is that he’s still as hard as he was before. He doesn't soften at all. I slide up his body, feeling the warm of his skin against mine, and position myself over his cock.
Still grabbing his shaft, I rub his head against my wet pussy lips, arching my back as I feel that intense need to have him inside of me. He lays his hands on my ass, trying to reel me in, but I resist him for a moment.
There’s something about the moment before having him inside of me that drives me completely insane, and I want it to last. I keep on rubbing myself against his cock, making him lose his mind, and then he simply digs his fingers into my ass cheeks and pulls me down.
With one thrust, he is entirely inside of me.
I lean my head back, soft locks of hair cascading down my back as my pussy walls stretch to accommodate his size. I’ve never felt anything like this. Not only is he massive in length, but his girth is also astounding.
I'm in heaven right now.
Palmer moves his hands up my body, hands gripping my naked breasts as his hips force me to open wider for him. Oh, I love the way I can take him in with ease. The massive tip is pushing into my deepest point, and moan after moans falls down from my lips.
Lust doesn’t even begin to describe the state I’m in.
I place my hands in the middle of his chest. I lift my hips, only to take his cock back inside of my gripping walls entirely. I like it when his head entirely pulls out, and I need to ease myself down all over again.
That pressure against my core forces goosebumps all over my body, a violent shiver going up my spine.
I keep my body upright, thrusting down as he meets me with each stroke, and I let out a groan as he starts upping the pace.
"Fuck, Nicole, you're so tight."
He’s right, I’m tight, but I’ve never had a cock like this before. He's huge compared to my tightness. And I feel it each time he pushes in, making me lose my breath each and every time.
Maybe it’s all in my head, but his cock is addicting.
"Oh my God, harder, Palmer."
My voice cracks with desperation. I love the way he pushes his cock into my pussy walls as his hand grasp my hips tight. He’s pumping every inch of him deep inside of me. Like a well-oiled machine, we work in perfect sync with each other.
I slide my hands up his chest, resting my body on his now. With one movement, I find myself beneath him. He is taking charge now, showing my body that’s in charge, and I like that.
No, I love it.
Our lips mesh together, and we kiss in a fevered pitch. I never want to let go, nor do I want this night to end.
Pulling my legs up to wrap them around his waist, the feel of his cock hitting my innermost points brings on a series of overwhelming moans. I can't stop. Each time his cock massages my clit, I get lost in the brink of a violent orgasm.
Arms and legs entwined, I can't hold back any longer.
I must come.
Crying out in pleasure, my body shakes in full force. There is no turning back now. I feel the rush of heat so deep inside of my body, waves of lustful pleasure enveloping me.
"Palmer, oh dear god…I’m coming! "
My legs tighten around his body as the waves roll over my entire being, the scorching heat of ecstasy severing the connection between my body and brain.
He pulls out of my pussy then, his cock soaking wet from my juices. He looks into my eyes for a moment, and that grin on his lips seems to widen. Then, I realize what’s on his mind: my pussy.
He places his hands under the cheeks of my ass, pulling my hips up to meet his face.
I’ve just orgasmed, and I’m sensitive to touch, and so his tongue on my clit feels like an electrical impulse radiating through my body.
"Fuck, oh God!" I cry out, the words slipping from between my lips. I can't control myself at this point. I've never had anything that could compare to this.
The sounds of his lips against me, the way he licks every crevice of my pussy, pushing his tongue into my little pink entrance…it all makes me lose it. I can't stop shaking from the way he’s ravaging me.
He keeps licking the whole length of my pussy, his tongue slipping in and out of it, pushing its way past my folds. It’s funny—we’ve only been together a few times, but this feels as though we’ve been lovers for a lifetime.
"Bend over. I want you from behind," he tells me then, pulling back from my pussy. Palmers' voice has that authoritative tone again, and I just do as he tells me to, laying back down on the couch. Looking up with a smile, I turn, pushing my body up with my knees.
I wiggle my hips back and forth, teasing him as I feel his eyes wandering over my curves. Even though the cool air in his living room makes me shiver, my core temperature must be boiling.
"Want some?" I whisper, warm blood making its way to my cheeks. I can’t believe I’m talking like this. What happened to the shy Nicole?
Palmer reaches over and slaps my ass lightly, the sound of his hand landing on my flesh making me close my eyes. He’s loving it, at least as much as I am.
He leans in, taking one last lick up my pussy lips, his tongue flicking fast and hard against my clit. And what an incredible feeling. So soft and warm, his tongue feels more than amazing.
Sliding up to run his cock over my pussy lips, he holds for a moment, teasing me. Just like I did to him.
Then, he presses the head against my pussy, pushing through the lips and into my tight walls.
"That feels so good, Nicole," he groans, his cock pulsing hard against my inner walls
His cock all the way inside me now, he holds still inside my walls, not wanting to pull back. Not yet. He’s taking his time, and I’m loving every single second of it.
Palmer uses a single finger to move up my back, tracing the curve of my spine on the way up. It isn’t till he reaches the end of my hair that he stops; he grabs a fist full of hair, increasing the pace inside of my tight walls. Smirking, he pulls all the way out, slamming back into my pussy walls.
"Fuck, you have no idea how good this feels," he whispers, talking as he fucks into me deeper. With his free hand over the curve of my ass, I bite my lower lip as I feel his thumb grazing over it
"Oh my God!"
I can't control it.
Palmer’s doing everything that I want, everything that I need. It’s as if he knows exactly what’s going inside my head, my mind like an open book to him.
I whimper, pushing back on his cock to let him know what he’s doing is okay.
"Fuck," he groans, slamming his cock so hard into me that I have to grab at the armrest of the couch, trying to stop myself from tumbling forward. The sound of his thighs slapping my ass echo throughout the living room like a lustful symphony, and I surrender to the moment.
I start to shake as he goes harder. I grip the surface below, my fingers knotting into the soft fabric as he pulls out, only so that he can slam his cock inside me again.
"You’re so fucking tight…" He tells me again, his hands running up the side of my body to cup my breasts.
Of course I'm tight. Anyone would be tight to a cock like this.
I bite down on my bottom lip, and he reignites his movements. I whimper a little as he rocks his hips against mine, that pleasant warmness taking over my soul again.
Sex with Palmer… it's a rush that I was never prepared for, but now I can't get enough of it.
"Fuck!" Palmer growls out as he starts to fuck me with a new-found fury. He isn't gentle now. He wants to ravage me, and with every thrust in, his balls smack against my skin.
The sound echoes through the living room again, adding to that symphony only the two of us can hear.
The couch starts jolting from the movement of our bodies, its sound blending in with the sound of both our bodies, but that doesn’t make us slow down.
God, how can someone make me feel like this? It’s surreal.
I push back each time he drives in, our bodies becoming one with each other.
Acting on instinct, I slide my hand down my flat stomach, not stopping till I've reached my pussy. Its lips are still soaking wet. Pressing the tips of my fingers against my clit, I start rubbing around in circles, my eyes rolling in their orbits as he keeps fucking my pussy.
I look back over my shoulder, watching as the muscles in his arms tighten each time he pushes his cock deeper into me. His abdomen is rock hard, and a little trickle of sweat moves down his brow.
This man is the perfect lover.
I start working my clit harder now, biting on my lower lip as I do it. I feel my pussy walls tightening around Palmer’s cock, and I know that I won’t last long.
"Harder, I need it harder,” I cry out, my fingers moving so fast over my clit that it almost feels as if it’s on fire.
"Please, I want it all. I need you so bad," I continue, my voice cracking from the pleasure building inside of me.
I’m close to coming—again—and I can’t wait for it. I have three fingers pressing down on my clit, working it in a way I never even knew I was capable of—all that so that I can reach that perfect climax. My thighs are soaked as my juices drip down my legs.
God, I can't get enough of him.
I never will.
Holding onto my ass cheeks, he pulls out entirely; then, he smacks the shaft against my pussy before pushing the head back in, bottoming out. Each time he does it, I’m one step closer to coming.
I’m about to come when he pulls out from inside of me. God, he’s driving me completely crazy. Rubbing the head over my pussy, he doesn't push in. Not yet.
He’s taking me to the next level, the one where I’ll need to beg him.
I’m trying to avoid giving him that much power over me, but what can I do?
"Tell me you want it," he says, his voice whimsical. Filled with a devious laughter that I can't handle. Should I tell him yes? Scream out for him to fuck me as hard as he can?
"I want it, Palmer. I want you…I want you to fuck me. Hard."
There, I said it.
And now I want him to use every part of my body as if he owns it.
Smirking at me, Palmer turns me around and forces me to lay down on the couch. Moving between my legs, he pushes his cock into my pussy with one stroke.
We are both so close to coming that our bodies slam against each other, our lips crushing hard, tongues dancing as we fuck harder than ever before.
I scream out.
My nails rake down Palmer's back as I come with such force that my mind feels as if its melting inside my skull.
"OH GOD!" I scream at the top of my lungs, the sound of voice filling his whole apartment.
It becomes too much for him.
One more stroke and he explodes inside me. My pussy tightens up around his cock as we both come hard, electric ecstasy wrapping itself around us both.
We stay like that for a long time, his body on top of mine as we try to catch our breaths. By the time he rolls to the side, squeezing himself by my side on the couch, my mind slowly starts to awaken again.
Still silence and the long shadows of his living room tumble over our naked bodies, I let out a deep sigh and run one hand through his hair.
“You okay?” He asks me, his voice cutting through the silence like a pebble thrown into a pond. And, just like that, the softness of his voices send slight waves all over my body.
“I’m okay,” I tell him, not knowing what else to say.
“Just okay?” He asks me, and I can almost feel the smile on his lips.
“No, not just okay.”
“Then what?”
I hesitate for a moment, thinking of the rights words. My fingers keep on running through his hair, caressing him, and then I just smile.
“I feel…happy.”