TWENTY-TWO
Nikki
I throw my arm across my face to block the intrusive sunlight shining through the window. When I move, the muscled arm curled around my waist flexes and pulls me into the warm body behind me.
Dalt.
I remember how we fit perfectly together when we cuddled in the past. Or as my mom would refer to it, spooned, a word which sounds like something right off The Little House on the Prairie. But it’s the perfect word to describe Dalt and me, a matching set, like we were made for each other.
The warmth of contentment flows over me, wrapping me up in love and comfort. When I turn in Dalt’s arms to face him, soreness flames between my legs, reminding me of the lovemaking marathon we shared last night.
I lost count of how many times Dalt brought me to the edge and pushed me over. But it wasn’t like the frenzied sex we had earlier in the day when we were frantic to ease each other’s frustration.
Last night Dalt was gentle, taking things slow, whispering to me everything he was feeling as he explained in detail every dirty, lovely thing he was doing and was going to do to me.
I sigh as I take in the vision of the beautiful man sleeping next to me, his breathing soft and peaceful, his dark lashes resting on his cheeks. Watching him, I think about everything we’ve gone through, how far we’ve come in such a short period of time.
Dalt stirs and mumbles something before his lids blink a couple of times and his long lashes flutter open. I swear his crystalline eyes twinkle in the sunlight streaming through the window.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he says in a scratchy, sleep muddled voice.
“Good morning,” I purr. Dalt slides one arm under me and pulls me closer. His hard shaft is already awake and ready to go.
Is he kidding?
I’m going to need a wheelchair if he keeps this up.
“I can’t get enough of you, Nik. I’ll never get enough of you.”
Oh God. My body craves him like it’s been years since I’ve had him rather than hours.
“I can’t get enough of you either. Is this crazy? What’s happening? I’ve never felt like this.”
“Not crazy, baby. I’ve never felt like this either.” Dalt presses the palm of my hand over his heart. The intensified rhythm matches the heightened thrumming in my own chest. “It’s yours, Nik. It will always be yours.”
My eyes glaze with tears and his face blurs. I’m speechless, overcome with emotion. This is everything I’ve waited to hear him say, everything I’ve wanted.
Dalt pushes me onto my back and climbs over me. When our lips meet, it’s nothing like the sexually starved kisses we shared yesterday. It’s tender, soft, as syrupy sweet as the dessert we licked off each other last night.
“I love you so much, Nik.” His whisper a tender prayer across my lips.
“I love you so much too.”
He inhales my words in a relieved sigh. “How sore are you, baby?”
“What?” I chuckle.
“How sore are you from yesterday?”
“I’m fine.” I smile and try to sound convincing, while brushing a lock of hair back off his forehead.
“Sorry, babe. I just want to be inside you all the time.”
When he trails his lips down my neck and then moves down to suck my hardened nipple in his mouth, teasing it with his tongue, the soreness between my legs becomes a pulsing ache telling me how much I want him too.
“I want you inside me all the time.” His cock is thick with arousal and I push my hips up to show him how ready I am.
“God, Nik. What you do to me.” His lips find mine and he kisses me with a deep, slow kiss which makes me feel treasured, worshiped. “Are you sure?”
I ravage his tongue with mine, kissing him in a way I’ve never kissed him before. A passionate attempt to show him how much I adore him in return, how out of my mind in love I am with him.
“I’ve never been surer of anything in my life. I need you inside me.” I arch into him, positioning his tip at my entrance.
With a groan Dalt slips inside me, slowly pressing into me inch by inch, stretching me. My muscles flinch around him in an initial response to the intense repeat invasion of his impossibly huge shaft. I let out a whimper. It hurts so good.
Dalt stops moving, keeping himself from pushing any further into me. “Are you okay, babe?”
In that moment the ache for him to be deep inside of me increases. My muscles relax to accommodate his size. I wrap my legs around him, desperate to keep him from pulling out of me, to pull him closer.
“More, Dalt. Please. Don’t stop.”
He presses his nose into the nape of my neck and pushes into me to the hilt. We both gasp at the sensation. How is it possible after having had him multiple times the night before, this feels new, intense, like the first time being with him?
“God. It feels so good,” I moan.
Dalt raises his head as we move together in a slow steady rhythm. “You’re so beautiful. You feel amazing. I’ll never get enough of you.”
I tighten my legs around his waist, digging my heels into his back. “Will it always be like this, Dalt?”
“Always, baby. Always,” he groans. He pushes up on his elbows, pulls out almost all the way, then plunges deep and begins driving into me faster harder. “I’m crazy in love with you, Nik.”
I want to watch his beautiful face as he loses control but the hunger to find my own release is overwhelming. I can’t speak, can’t think. My eyes close. I’m lost in sensation, chasing my own wild need. I grip his ass with my hands to drive him deeper. My legs begin to quiver as my hips push up to match his pace.
“Come for me, baby. I can’t get enough of the feeling of you coming around my cock.”
Mindless ecstasy grips me as the orgasm surges through me. My body is crippled with pleasure, intense and insane. When I open my eyes and Dalt’s eyes meet mine, I watch him falling apart. Sweat glistens over the taut muscles of his face and neck. His lips are parted, groaning guttural sounds. His heavy-lidded eyes roll back and close as his body jerks hard, every muscle tense. He explodes into me with a final savage grunt, filling me with his warmth.
This is everything. He’s everything. If he hates me after what I have to tell him this morning, how am I going to live without him?