Chapter 20
Blakely
I take one last gulp of wine before Nicholas removes the goblet from my hand and playfully pushes me back onto the mattress. He sets the empty glass on the bedside table and turns back to me, his eyes glowing with lust in the twinkling candlelight.
Oh god. This is really happening. I'm really lying in Nicholas’ bed and he's about to take my virginity.
His eyes stay on me as he stands at the foot of the bed. Reaching behind him, he yanks his shirt over his head in the sexiest way imaginable, mussing up his hair, and flings it to the corner. My breathing thickens as I scan his perfectly sculpted torso and powerful arms. Everything is tight and muscular. My fingers twitch to run over his bronzed skin. He undoes his belt and pushes his jeans down to his ankles. I feel wetness pooling in my panties when my eyes travel down to his boxer-briefs and see his package, full and hard, stretching the fabric. I tremble at the thought of him stretching me, filling me all the way.
He slides the underwear down his toned legs, revealing his large, steely shaft to me. I whimper audibly. It's so thick and at least nine inches long. How is he supposed to fit all that rod into my virgin pussy?
He holds my gaze as his fingers curl around his cock. "I'm so fucking hard for you, Blakely. Look what you do to me."
"Nicholas..." I whisper his name. Just a few minutes ago, I'd been brave, filled with lust, I'd provoked him, nearly begging him to fuck me. But now that he's about to rip me open, I'm trembling, my nerves getting the best of me. But I won't let fear hold me back. Nicholas is the man I want to give my virginity to and he's standing right in front of me. I want him. Now.
My shaky fingers rise to the buttons at the front of my shirt. Just as I'm about to open the first one, he stops me with a hand covering mine.
"No, Princess," he growls. "I'm gonna undress you." He climbs over me, his legs straddling my hips. His cock settles in my valley as he works at removing my blouse. "It's like unwrapping my present on Christmas morning."
Once he rids me of my top and bra, her pulls my skirt and panties from my body. I squirm uncomfortably, completely naked for him. He sits back on his haunches and looks down at me.
His fingers trail over my collarbone, down to my breast. "I can't believe I get to have all his," he whispers as he squeezes the fleshy globe. "All this is mine. At least for tonight."
It’s all too real now that he’s touching me.
"Nicholas – I'm scared," I blurt out and immediately feel stupid and weak for uttering those words, ruining the moment.
Maybe his should be annoyed or pissed at me for still having doubts, but he’s not. He looks at me with tender, patient eyes. "Talk to me. What are you scared of?"
“What if I just freeze up?” I whisper, “What if I don't know what to do?”
A glint of mischief flashes in his eyes. “Don’t worry. I'm gonna teach you how to take this cock, Blakely. I'm gonna teach how to ride it, how to suck it, how to take it from behind, how to spread your legs wide so I can sink into you and hit that spot so deep you'll see stars."
I gasp sharply, pulling an excess of air into my lungs. His blunt words cause need to spin deep in my belly.
He touches my jaw, tilting my face to him. "You're safe with me. Don't you know that?"
I give him a small nod. I do feel safe with him. Always. If I'm going to have any man ripping through my innocence, I want it to be him.
"If do anything you're not comfortable with, just tell me and I'll stop immediately. Don’t be shy...”
He’s waiting for my permission to continue, but still, I hesitate. “Is this gonna make things awkward between us? I mean, once we have sex, are things gonna get weird around here?”
He shakes his head, utterly confident. “Of course not,” he says shooing off my concerns with a flick of his wrist, “as long as we have a plan and as long as we stick to it, everything will be fine.”
Biting my lip, I consider his words. “Yeh – you’re right.”
I pause, looking up at him, my heart about to break open from trusting him so completely. I steel myself, resolving once and for all to just go with the flow and surrender my body to Nicholas.
He holds my gaze until he’s sure that I’m okay, and then his eyes fall back to my body spread out on his bed. "Open up. Let me see that pretty pussy, Princess. Let me look at you."
Holy fuck! Is it even legal to talk like that? All I know is that his words are sexy as hell.
I purr, too turned on to be self-conscious. I abandon myself to the lust flaring in my blood. My legs fall wide open.
“Damn,” he whispers as his eyes settle on my center. I feel my slickness spilling from my body and trailing down between my pussy lips. This bed is going to be so wet. Nicholas braces my thighs and pushes then even further apart. Then, his fingers are at my core, holding my silky lips open. “So fucking beautiful…”
His thumb slides over my sensitive nub, gliding through my wetness. I throw my head back, crying out. The sound is sharp and desperate.
He freezes, looking up at me with wide eyes. "Am I doing it wrong?"
"Don't stop," I beg nearly on the verge of tears. "You're doing it right. So right."
So, he does it again and again and each time my body winds tighter and my need grows more urgent. He speaks softly to me, whispering sweet, dirty words as he strokes me tenderly in my most sensitive place. And he keeps going, touching me until I’m flying over the edge, static sizzling in my blood with the orgasm.
He allows me to recover, waiting patiently while I regain my senses. “That was…That was…” I can’t find my words.
He looks down at me, a cocky half-smile curving his mouth. “That was a preview, Blakely. We haven’t even gotten to the main event yet.”
My heart pounds upon hearing that. "What happens next?" I ask, sounding breathless and intoxicated with anticipation.
"Lesson number one-point-one," Nicholas growls as he crawls down the bed, settling between my thighs. With a feather-soft touch, he traces his fingers up the inside of my thighs. "Oral sex: receiving."
I shiver with excitement, whispering his name so quietly that he probably doesn't hear it over the racket of my pounding heart.
He presses his face close to my core and blatantly sniffs me.
Yes, he sniffs me. Like a dog in heat.
"Jeez, the smell of your pussy has me hard as a tree trunk."
And looking at him burying his face in my mound has me flowing like a river. With the first swipe of his tongue against my opening, I toss my head back and mewl.
I don't know if I can handle this. I thought I knew what I was getting myself into but this is way more erotic than I expected.
Oh, god. I'm not gonna survive this.
Meanwhile, Nicholas is completely oblivious to my plight. He merrily swipes his tongue over my nether lips, lapping up my juices like a man who's dying of thirst. His hands slide under me and he fondles my ass cheeks as his tongue pierces into me.
"God!" I scream out, squeezing my eyes shut against the sensation. My entire body tenses, overwhelmed.
He breaks away from me, looking up with a smirk. "You can just call me, Nicholas. Mr. Sullivan if ya nasty." He winks.
I burst out laughing. Really? Janet Jackson lyrics right now?
He pinches my ass playfully. "That's it, Blakely. Loosen up. Relax."
I pull in a deep breath and let the tightness melt from my muscles. Nicholas kisses my pelvic bone with puckered lips. Then, he sucks my clit into his mouth, manipulating the tiny nub in small, sweeping circles.
I cry out, writhing against his lips, grinding on his mouth. His stubbly cheeks stimulate the sensitive flesh on the inside of my thighs as his hands cup my ass, lifting me slightly for a better angle. And then his tongue is inside me again, the soft warm flesh fucking my tight channel in gentle strokes. His thumb comes to my clit where he rubs me with increasing speed.
"Tell me how it feels, Blakely. Describe it to me."
Are you serious right now? My brain is in read-only mode at the moment. I can't formulate sentences. I can’t express myself. I can only feel. I can only groan.
"Tell me." His tongue spears in and out of me.
"Tight," I blurt out. "Tight like I'm going to explode. And alive. Every inch of me is alive. I feel so much. I feel everything."
The orgasm begins building in my muscles, tingles forming at my core and radiating outward to my limbs.
"Shit!" I groan. "Nicholas. Shit. I'm coming."
His thumb continues to torture me as he eats me. My cries grow louder.
He clutches my hips, trapping my mound to his mouth. I’ve soaked his face, my slickness covers his cheeks, nose and chin. He really doesn’t seem to mind. And dammit – what a turn on!
I struggle to control my screams but I can’t. I cry loudly, thrusting my pussy on his face. Everything in me tightens, coiling so taut that inevitably, it breaks.
I throw my head back on the sheets and my spine arches off of the bed. I grasp around for something to hold onto as I soar through a world-stopping orgasm.
When I finally manage to regain a filament of my sanity, Nicholas presses his lips to my throat and collarbone over and over. I feel soft and pliable under the tender contact.
"That concludes lesson one-point-one, young grasshopper." Nicholas stares down at me with a conceited grin. "Any questions?"
Breath still shaking, chest still heaving, Shy Blakely still out cold, I look up at him with a grin of my own. "Can you do that again? "