ELLIE
THE SIMMER THAT’S BEEN BREWING between us for weeks erupts as soon as his name leaves my lips. He molds us together, his hands fisting in my hair, his demanding mouth taking from mine until suddenly there’s not a breath of space left within me that isn’t filled with burning for this beautiful man. Every cell in my body is on fire for him in a way I’ve never felt before. It was never this intense with Josh. Not even close.
No. Go away ghosts, not now. I’m not gonna to think about him right now. Only Nik, he’s all that matters. He’s here, he’s alive, and he loves me. Nik loves me.
I can’t believe this amazing, sweet, gorgeous man loves me. I can almost feel the cracks in my heart close as it swells at the thought. I never would’ve believed it before, but I saw it in his eyes, heard it in his voice, and I can feel it in the way his hands touch me. So very hungry yet almost reverent at the same time.
They feel as if they’re leaving hot trails behind them as they glide across my skin. I’m surprised there aren’t sparks shooting out in their wake. My nerves sizzle under his fingertips. His lips and tongue are like flames against my own, searing and scorching, only making me thirst for more.
There’s sparklers running through my veins to my heart, the electricity searing the cracks closed, steel weaving into my bones making them stronger, and fresh air, his air, filling my lungs making breathing easier than it’s ever been. There’s no breath left in my lungs that isn’t already his. He takes it from me greedily then fills me with his own warm, moist air, forcing its way in in heavy gusts and pants, only to suck my breath back into his own lungs once more.
He’s like the moon and I’m the tide that can’t help but rise to meet him. He’s become my gravity, taking over my body, drawing and pulling me ever closer and deeper into his orbit. There’s no hope of turning back, stopping, or escaping him, nor do I want there to be. I’m alive in his arms. More alive than I’ve ever been.
Without warning he pulls away, leaving me reeling. His hands hold me in place, thankfully. If they weren’t, I would surely fall off his lap and onto the floor. When my head slows its spin, I look at him hoping he sees the desperation I’m feeling, but his eyes are roaming my body not my face, so I try pleading with him instead. “Nik, please.”
He must have heard the urgency in my voice because his eyes lock with mine, glowing back at me like blue flames. “I’ve waited so long. Please, let me look at you. I need to see you,” he whispers, trailing his eyes and fingers down my face and neck, then over the swell of my breasts.
I shiver from his touch and the heat in his eyes, goosebumps rising across my skin to meet him, searching for more contact.
“You are so damn beautiful, Ellie,” he says, his voice strained and raspy. “Even more than I imagined.” His big hands slide down my sides to circle my hips, which rock against him on instinct, causing him to grip me tightly, and let out a deep groan as his head falls back and his eyes close.
I feel a surge of power run through me.
If one tilt of my hips can cause that response from him, what else can I pull from him?
Slowly rocking against him, trying to ignore my nerves at feeling how huge he feels under me, and what his moans and groans are doing to my insides, I reach behind my back and unhook my bra. I have it off seconds later. My breasts feel heavy and full, and my nipples are so hard they’re aching almost painfully. I need to feel his touch, and not wanting to wait a second longer I take his right hand in my left and slide it up my stomach to my breast.
His head jerks up and his eyes fly open as soon as I run his fingertips over the softer skin that covers it. He sits up more so he has use of both hands, and they immediately cup and weigh my heavy flesh in their palms while his fingers and thumbs slowly caress the skin around my straining nipples.
The fire burning in me flames higher. I need more. He seems bent on taking this slowly though, so I do my best to calm down and let him.
He sits back again and slides his palms from under my breasts, letting them take their own weight. His eyes seem to glaze over as he stares at me in what I could only describe as wonder. Instead of feeling powerful, I suddenly become self-conscious and cup them with my own hands, lifting them back up knowing they are not as perky as they were before…
He stops my train of thought by leaning forward and bending his head to place gentle kisses to the skin that is swelling between my fingers. When his hot tongue joins his lips he easily pulls my hands away, taking my insecurities with them. Those beautiful hands of his take their place, and I can’t help but whimper as he lifts one nipple to his lips, circling it once with his warm, wet tongue then kissing it lightly. The right one gets the same treatment as the left. I whimper even louder when he stops to look up at me.
“Please don’t ever hide these from me. They’re perfect, just like you are,” he whispers. “Look how well they fill my hands, like they were made to be together.”
He’s right, we fit perfectly together. If either one of us were bigger or smaller the fit would be all wrong.
He leans down and rubs his cheek over the side of one, from nipple to chest. “So soft, so perfect,” he sighs, then his lips trail kisses back to my nipple. I watch, trembling, as his tongue slips out and flicks the rock hard pebble causing another whimper to escape my throat as a bolt of pleasure goes straight to my core. His fingers and thumbs close around it and its mate, pinching and twirling them as he looks back up at me. “So hard, and begging for my touch,” he says, his voice dripping with sex.
I grind against him harder hearing his words, realizing I’ve never stopped rocking myself over the large bulge that’s barely hidden inside his thin shorts. “Yes. Please touch me, Nik. Touch me,” I pant, hardly recognizing my own voice.
He doesn’t hesitate, nearly making me cry out when his lips lock around one nipple and begins to suck it greedily while his thumb and fingers twist and pull at the other. I writhe on top of him, my moans joining his, as he seemingly worships my breasts, never making one jealous of another. His lips leave me, but his fingers don’t stop their assault as he sits back and watches me rise and fall over him. “Please tell me there are condoms somewhere in this house,” he groans, pressing up into me.
“Don’t need them,” I pant, never slowing my hips.
His drop from under me, and his fingers still. “El, if we’re gonna stop, we need to stop right now,” he tells me, his voice wavering. “I can’t handle much—”
I push his hands away and reach for his shirttail and start to pull it off him as quickly, but gently, as I can. “I have an IUD in, it’s good for at least another year. And you’re clean. They tested you when you got to the hospital, we would already know if anything came up. Now help me get this off,” I beg him.
Relief floods his face, and he doesn’t waste time sitting up and helping me get it off one arm and over his head. Thankfully it’s one of those gym shirts with the large arm holes so it slips easily off his bad arm. “Remind me to send them thank you notes,” he winks, giving me a panty melting grin.
I giggle in return, but the air leaves my lungs, cutting it off, when he pulls me flush to his naked chest. He’s so hard and hot pressed against me, I want to pull him into me until we melt into one.
There’s no space left between us, but he’s nowhere near as close as I want him to be. My hands search every inch of the hot, smooth skin of his broad back and rippled sides they can reach, only leaving his broken shoulder untouched. He feels even better under my hands than I imagined he would. I’m drowning in my need for him again, our very short interruption fading quickly from my mind.
His hands are adding flames to the fire, roaming all my lines and curves, pressing and gripping gently, almost as if he is cherishing his most prized possession, seeming to be preserving my body to his memory all the while. His fingers thread their way through my hair, and he gently pulls me loose from his chest, as his thumbs guide my jaw so my face will be close to his. I swear his eyes are shining with unshed tears when I look into them.
“I love you, Ellie. I love you so damn much it hurts. I can’t believe you’re finally in my arms. It feels so amazing to finally hold you,” he barely manages to get out before covering my lips with his. His kiss is so tender and deep. I feel as if I may shatter into a million pieces my emotions are so overwhelming.
I’ve never felt more beautiful, loved, or wanted in my life and we’ve barely even started.
I gasp into his mouth, trying as quietly as I can to choke back the sob that’s threatening to close my throat up. “I love you, too. So much.”
I try to distract myself from my sudden emotions and the tears threatening to spill with the warm skin of his neck. I’ve wanted to taste this part of him for weeks. I finally give into my urge, kissing, sucking, and licking my way from his collarbone to the hollow under his ear. His masculine smell and taste flood my senses sending a shudder through me, causing my hips to pick up their rocking once more. I want to devour him.
“Ellie.”
His breathy moan of my name only drives me deeper to the point of madness. I work back down his neck and across his collarbone, then up the other side to his ear. “I need you inside me, Nik,” I breathe into it, while grinding my hips.
He shudders this time and stills me with a hard grip. “I’m gonna explode like a fucking teenager if I don’t calm down first. Stand up for me, and let’s get these off,” he says, tugging on my cutoffs.
I whine about it, but they have to come off either way and I can’t do it sitting down, so I carefully climb off of his lap and stand between his legs. I start to undo my button, but he brushes my hands out of the way. “No ma’am, you’re my present, and you already tore the wrapping off the top half. Let me unwrap the bottom at least.” He smiles up at me so adorably I want to cry again. I bite my lip instead and nod.
He hooks his fingers in my belt loops and tugs me a little closer to him. With maddening slowness, he slides the shiny silver button free of its hole, then slides the zipper down. Once again, his hands wrap around my hips, but this time his thumbs slide over the silk of my panties, up from the center of my pubic bone, then across to my hip bones as his fingers sink under the denim covering my ass. The fabric catches on his knuckles, and is pulled down inch by agonizing inch as he moves his hands down my cheeks. I wiggle my hips to help the process along, but he shakes his head at me as he huffs out a laugh.
“You’re in such a hurry, Hummingbird. If we rush it’ll be over too soon.”
“It’s been two years, Nik, but the last three weeks seem like a lifetime in comparison. I feel like I’ve been waiting for this moment with you all my life, I don’t want to wait anymore,” I whimper, gently gripping his hair hoping it will help steady my shaky legs, and let him know I’m closer to the edge than he thinks.
He looks up at me with so much love shining out of his beautiful blue eyes it immediately calms me. He slides my shorts down to my knees letting them fall the rest of the way on their own. His hands glide around the backs of my knees, teasing the sensitive skin by circling his fingertips over it, then he runs them up the back of my thighs, squeezing them when he reaches the top. He leans forward and presses a soft kiss to my stomach, then breathes me in deeply.
“I’m sorry it’s been so long, that you had to wait all alone, and I didn’t find you sooner,” he whispers as he lays his cheek against my stomach and wraps me in a gentle hug.
My heart lodges painfully in my throat, my nose and eyes burning. My fingers loosen their grip from his hair, stroking it and his face instead. “It’s not your fault, sweetie. There was no way for you to know. You found me as soon as you could. You’re here now,” I choke out, somehow finding my voice.
“I swear I’m gonna make it up to you and then some. I’ve been waiting for you just as long, Ellie,” he murmurs as he turns his face into my skin, and starts to kiss his way across the top edge of my panties. “I’m going to love you so hard. You’ll never be alone again. I’ll always be here for you. I’m going to cherish your fragile heart with my life. Worship every inch of this glorious body.”
Only my hands in his hair and his hand gripping my thigh are keeping me upright. My tenuous state slips further away when his right hand pulls my panties tightly up between my legs. I didn’t register until this moment how soaked they were. His mouth is hovering above my center, and seeing him there makes my heart falter. I start to protest, not knowing where he’s going with this, afraid I actually do know, but then go mute, my knees almost buckling when he forces his hot breath through the fabric.
“Nik...what are you doing? You shouldn’t,” I pant and stutter. Then a noise I couldn’t describe leaves my lips and mixes with his growl when his even hotter tongue runs up the length of my lips, the thin silk the only thing between us. I’m left to hold myself up as he lets me go, and jerks my panties down my legs. I thought I was self-conscious when he looked at my breasts, that was nothing compared to this. The burning I’ve been feeling is suddenly all in my cheeks.
I can’t believe he just tasted me.
Josh never…
I’ve heard women talk about it, but I was always self-conscious and afraid to bring it up, and he never offered. We hardly made it past missionary with the lights on. We had both been sheltered virgins when we married, our wedding night was… Well it was pitiful, embarrassing, and sad. It was years before it got any better, too.
Suddenly Nik is standing right in front of me, and I’m startled back to the present. I can’t look up at him though, I’m too embarrassed. But I can fuss at him.
“Nik, your leg. I’m not letting you get hurt again. Please sit back down,” I say, gripping his sides and leaning my forehead against his chest. I meant my reprimand to sound stern, but it sounded like begging even to my ears.
“Shhh, I swear I’m not going to do anything that could put an end to this,” he promises quietly.
Shit! Maybe if I get his pants off he’ll sit. I’ll know what to do with him then.
I reach for them and start to pull them down, but his hands go over mine stopping any progress.
Damnit, I’m gonna cry. I don’t want to cry.
“My love, will you look at me, please?” he whispers, gently lifting my chin with his fingers.
I let him pull my face up, but I can’t get my eyes to open, the tears will fall if I do. He waits a few heartbeats for me to open them, but doesn’t ask again when I don’t. Instead, I feel his thumbs rubbing slowly across my cheeks. “He never made love to you that way, did he?” he asks so quietly I almost don’t hear him over the blood rushing through my ears. I shake my head. He sighs deeply and pulls me back against his chest and rubs my back. “I mean no disrespect, but he was a fool. You taste divine.” I squeak, and tuck myself against him tighter. “You look divine too, every inch of you,” he rumbles into my neck, and I know instantly the inches he’s speaking of.
Leia took me to the spa before she left and bullied me into getting the works, which included a bikini wax. I nearly scalped her when they were finished. Now I’m grateful she talked me into it.
“Let me love you, Ellie,” his voice vibrates deeply through his chest and into my ear. “Let me bring you pleasure no one else ever has. I can make you come apart at the seams, make you scream my name, and turn your bones to jelly. Then I can do it all again, over and over until you beg me stop. Let me worship you so that you’ll never doubt my love for you.”
With his words alone I melt in his arms, the fire roaring as it never has, my juices beginning to run down my thighs. He must feel the moment I surrender to him, because he lifts my face up again, and kisses me until I’m a quivering mess. When he pulls away my eyes open, and I nearly orgasm where I stand the heat in his gaze is so intense.
“Will you let me?”
“Yes,” my mouth answers before my brain can even begin to think about it.
“Go to the dining room table, and lay down on your back for me,” he softly demands, his velvet voice seeming to slither into the base of my spine then all the way up my back, propelling me to do his bidding. I’ve already taken two steps before I realize it, but then I remember his leg, and stop and turn back to see if he needs help getting there.
“Do you want—?”
“Go, lay down, El. Now,” he orders, his voice dropping even deeper, and his eyes boring into mine.
I gulp down a shuddering breath and hurry to the table. I’m on my back before I have a chance to even think about my embarrassment. It comes rushing back when I look over to see him watching me. I’m butt naked on my dining room table while a man devours me with his eyes.
Aunt Maggie is surely turning over in her grave.
I squeeze my eyes shut, and grip the edges of the table with my hands. I have a much harder time figuring out what to do with my legs. I try several different positions, none of them feel right.
“Knees up, feet flat, and legs spread, beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, making me nearly come off the table completely. He kisses me soft and sweet before I can protest. Then his lips leave my mine, trailing down my neck and collarbone, then up the swell of my breast to my nipple, which he takes into his mouth, and suckles tenderly as he reaches under my left knee and pulls it up and out to where he wants it. My right automatically follows on its own.
“Nik,” I sigh, the shudder running down my spine making me arch off the table, but I sink back down when he pulls away much sooner than I want him to.
“I’m sorry you have to be laid out this way, Hummingbird. I had to be creative under the circumstances. Will you lift your head up? I have a pillow for you,” he asks, slipping it under me when I do. “I’d much rather lay you down in my nice soft bed. When I’m healed, it will be the first thing I do,” he whispers. I can hear the smile in his voice as he talks and runs his fingers up the inside of my left thigh to my knee then down over my foot. “God Ellie, you are absolutely breathtaking. Just the sight of you is almost too much for me,” he breathes out, sounding strained, and maybe even a tad overwhelmed from somewhere near the end of the table.
It helps to calm me, at least I’m not the only one. But then I think about the view he has, and my cheeks flame again. I jump a little when I hear a chair scrape across the floor. “Open your eyes for me, love,” his velvet voice is back, demanding my compliance again a moment later. My lids flutter open, and I’m greeted by the magnificent sight of him standing between my spread thighs.
Dear God. And he thought I was too much for him?
His hair is a sexy mess, thanks to my hands running through it, and he has a soft, gentle smile on his face. His blue eyes are still dark and flaming despite it, threatening to burn me under their gaze. He looks like a golden god with the warm light from the lamps in the room bathing his smooth, taut skin. His lean muscles defined beautifully by the shadows they cast.
His scars are the only things marring his perfection, but they mean so much to me. I would be dead if they had never laid their ruin on his perfect flesh. I don’t see them as ugly and disfiguring, I see them as medals of honor. I have the sudden urge to sit up and kiss them all, but I only get as far as my elbows before the heel of his right hand presses into my pubic bone, his fingers spreading across my pelvis–stopping my advance.
It doesn’t stop me from getting my first proper look at the monster he keeps in his pants. He’s so tall that it’s standing proudly more than a foot above the tabletop. I can’t feel it, but I imagine my eyes dilate at the sight of it. My pussy clenches as I watch it suddenly jerk, then bob around for a few seconds.
It’s thicker and longer than Josh’s was.
I wouldn’t call it beautiful like I do its owner, but it is without a doubt the most impressive one I’ve ever seen. Which is probably less than ten, and most of those were on TV or in a movie, but I bet if I’d seen hundreds his would still beat them all. It must ache terribly with how hard and rigid it is.
“Fuck, Ellie. You’re going to kill me if you keep looking at me like that,” Nik groans, sitting down and taking it out of sight. He rests his forehead about halfway up the inside of my left thigh for a moment then starts placing slow, warm, wet kisses over the sensitive skin, making all other thoughts leave my mind in a flash.
“Do you know what I’m about to do, Hummingbird? Is there anything you want to ask me before I start?” he asks sincerely, turning to look at me and rubbing his cheek and nose up and down the inside of my leg, his long fingers wrapped around the outside doing the same. He dips his nose closer to my throbbing center, breathing in, and his eyes flutter closed giving him a look of bliss over his beautiful face.
There’s a million questions begging to be asked, but having him between my thighs, seeing and feeling his perfect lips and tongue sucking on my skin–all I want is to know what they’ll feel like, and I want to find out right now. When his eyes meet mine again, I shake my head.
That soft smile is back on his face as he kisses my leg one more time. “I love you. I’ll stop anytime you want me to, okay? All you have to do is ask,” he says softly, then sits back. He pulls his chair closer to the table, and adjusts himself carefully before reaching for my left foot and tugging it towards him. “Rest this foot on my thigh, maybe it’ll help keep it away from my shoulder. I know it’ll be hard for you, but you have to keep it still. We’ll both enjoy this immensely as long as I don’t get hurt,” he tells me softly.
“I promise I won’t move a muscle,” I whisper.
His small smile stretches into a sexy smirk. “Oh, yes, you will, I’ll make sure of it,” he purrs. “I’ll help you hold still when it gets too hard though.”
I watch frozen as his eyes lock onto my throbbing core, his fingers reaching out for me, landing on the small strip of hair that was spared from the evil wax. My breath hitches as he slides them ever so slowly down and over my lips, then does it again. I shudder, but manage to hold myself still, my breathing on the other hand is quickly getting out of control.
“You’re so beautiful. So soft and smooth,” he murmurs dreamily. “And you’re so damn wet and swollen, too. I may explode just watching you,” he moans as he continues to stroke me. I whimper in response. It’s taking everything in me to keep my hips from rising up with each stroke he makes.
“Did you do this for me?” he asks running his whole hand, fingertips to heel, up and over my smooth, wet, swollen lips, and back again.
I whimper again, shaking, taking in as much air as I can and try to answer him. “Leia. Took me…to the…spa. Oh, God. Uhnhg.” I swear if he makes one more stroke over me I’ll shatter.
It’s been so damn long.
My warning of his next move is his hands wrapping around me, one on my left calf, holding it tightly, the other grasping my right thigh. His head bends over me, and I see his tongue reach out. I fall against the pillow under me, and scream when he licks me slowly from bottom to top. “Nik!”
“Fuck, you taste like heaven,” I barely hear him growl over my panting.
My hands grip the table, and my head begins to toss on his second pass. By the third, my back is arched and my legs are shaking. “Oh, God! Nik! Oh, God!” I want him to stop, but I’ll die if he does.
So much, too much. More. I want more.
I get it when the tip of his tongue circles my clit, once, twice, three times, then flicks it gently. I smother my scream, my hips bolting off the table as if he shocked me. His right arm comes across my hips and presses them back down, holding them tight. I barely get a chance to draw in any air before he presses his mouth over my clit again. A surge of the most intense pleasure I have ever felt begins to engulf me.
Whatever he’s doing to me is not soft, sweet, indulgence. It’s fierce, raw and sharp, and I’m completely powerless in its hold. The second I feel like I’ll die if he doesn’t stop, I explode into a million pieces. Nearly blacking out from the intensity of it.
The waves of pleasure have barely slowed when I hear his voice above me. “Fucking gorgeous,” he growls as I feel his long fingers slowly slide inside me. A keening wail fills my ears mixing with his groans as my walls clench tightly around them, the waves cresting higher.
“You’re so damn tight, Ellie. So fucking hot and wet,” he moans, sliding his fingers almost all the way out then back in again. “You need to cum again, beautiful. Once this glorious pussy slides around my dick, I’ll be done for,” he pants. His fingers start to slide out again only to curl and pull against something deep inside of me.
My hips bolt off the table as I let out a scream, “Nik!”
“That’s it, love,” he groans, his fingers slowly stretching, pulling and pressing over and over again, then becoming faster and faster. My head begins to thrash, but my screams get stuck in my throat as he builds me to an even more exquisite level of torture than before.
Surely I’ll die this time, no one could survive this much violent pleasure.
“Cum for me,” he demands softly, his fingers unrelenting. My body gives into his command, and the world falls away while wave after wave of earth shattering release threatens to drown me in its raging glory. I welcome its passionate embrace zealously, but once again the tide has only just fallen when a new swell rises to take me. The pleasure crashes against a lifetime of barely contained pain, breaking it wide open inside of my soul allowing it to swallow me down into its depths.
I let out a gut wrenching wail and dissolve into uncontrollable sobs. I’m helpless to fight against it. I know nothing but the overwhelming emotions flowing through me until I hear a soothing voice in my ear and feel strong arms wrap around me, and hold tight.
“Shhh, hummingbird. I’ve got you and I’ll never let you go. I love you, Ellie. You’re safe now. I swear it.”
I know that voice.
“Nik?”
We’re in the chair he was sitting in, and I’m straddling his lap. His beautiful face is etched with worry, his eyes full of sorrow and tears.
“Oh no. Don’t, I’m sorry!”
“Thank God,” he rushes out, cupping my face in his big hands then brushing my damp hair from it. “Are you okay? You scared the ever-lovin’ shit out of me,” he swears harshly, then hugs me against his chest. “Promise me you won’t ever do that to me again. Please? I swear I won’t ever push you so far again, okay? Never again,” he vows.
I rub my hand down the back of his head, and place a kiss on his shoulder to give myself time to get a better grip on my tears before sitting up and looking at him. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it, but I’m okay. I’m more than okay,” I whisper.
His worry only seems to deepen, so I try to soothe it from his face with my fingers. He ignores me using his thumbs to wipe away the fresh tears that refuse to stay put, off my face. “You’re still crying. Please stop crying. I can’t stand it, Ellie,” he begs me.
I lean closer and softly kiss his lips. “They’re good tears, sweetie. Tears of joy and love.”
He pushes me back, and scowls darkly at me while pointing to the table behind us. “Those were no fucking tears of joy, Ellie. And they certainly weren’t ones of any kind of love I’ve ever seen,” he argues. To someone else he would sound angry, but my ears recognize the fear lacing his voice.
I shake my head at him. “The ones I shed there weren’t, you’re right about them,” I agree quietly. “Those were years’ worth of locked up pain being washed away. They were healing tears that you helped me find.” I pull his hand up to my face, and use his knuckles to wipe away the fresh tear that falls as I close my eyes. “These are the ones that come after those. These are the ones that fall from happiness. These are falling because I love you, and from knowing you love me, too,” I choke out, cupping his hand in both of mine and kissing his knuckles. I nuzzle and kiss his hand until it opens and cups my cheek. When I look up at him the fear and worry have begun to fade, though there is some left troubling his brows.
“You swear you’re okay?” he asks.
I turn and kiss his palm, nodding my answer. He brings his other hand to join the first over my cheeks and gently pulls me close enough to rest his forehead against mine. The movement causes my still aching center to rub over his quickly growing erection pressed between us.
“I hope to God it never happens again, but if it does, please warn me first. I’ve never felt so helpless, or hated myself more,” he whispers, his voice tight and strained.
I gently take his face in my hands. “I’m so sorry, my love,” I whisper, my voice hitching. “You were perfect, Nik. You are perfect.” I kiss him, a quiet gasp escaping me as my clit glides down the hard ridge of his dick when I rock my hips. Despite all the emotional upheaval, I’m still soaked for him.
He moans into my mouth, his fingers threading into my hair as he kisses me back tenderly.
“Let me make it…up to you,” I pant, rising high enough to feel his swollen head pressing against my entrance. “I want to be yours, Nik,” I beg him.
He growls, his big hands moving to tightly grip my ass. He pulls me up, tilts my hips to fit his own, and then smoothly slides me down onto him.
“Oh, God, Nik!” I gasp and pant feeling him stretch me so completely.
He groans and growls at the same time. They shudder through me from the inside out, along with his body under me, making my core squeeze and clench around him in return. He moans, his right arm wrapping around me to press and hold me tightly down over him.
This is gonna be over in two heartbeats for the both of us the second one of us moves.
“Just be still, be still,” he whispers to himself or me. Which, I’m not sure.
I hold as still as I can, but my internal muscles have a mind of their own. They know their long drought is over, and want nothing more than to celebrate themselves into exhaustion. My whole body shivers as they try their best to pull him deeper, while begging him to move.
He grunts this time. “Fuck, El. You need to be still,” he begs. I’ve never heard him so desperate before.
“I’m trying, but you feel so good I can’t help it,” I whimper. “I don’t care if it’s fast, please let me move. We can do again right after if you want. Let me love you, Nik. Please,” I plead with him squeezing him on purpose this time.
His moan comes from deep inside his chest, and his hold on me relaxes with it. The second I feel it my hips rise on impulse then slowly fall back down again. His breathing instantly gets more labored, but he reaches for my breasts, squeezing and kneading them as I grind over him harder.
“God! You feel so fucking amazing, El. So fucking hot and wet for me. You’re gonna make me cum so damn hard for you,” he grits out.
I feel him shaking under me he’s holding back so hard. I’m already on the edge so I know if he lets go, I’ll follow right behind him. When he starts twisting and pulling my nipples, I start to bounce. That’s all it takes for us both to explode.
He roars out my name as I feel him swell impossibly bigger and pulse inside of me. My walls clench around him and milk him for all they’re worth as I cum hard enough to see stars.
“Oh fuck, Nik! Yes, yes, yes!”
“Son of a bitch! Oh fuck, oh sweet fucking hell,” he grunts and groans, his hips pumping up into me as his whole body shudders.
I’m a limp, shaky mess just trying to stay upright as long as I can. His arms pull me closer, and I collapse against his chest and shoulder panting hard right along with him. We stay that way for quite a while, holding each other. There’s not much else we can manage after the physical and emotional wrenching we’ve had tonight. Eventually, he begins to stroke my hair and back, and place tiny kisses over my temple and cheek.
“Are you, all right?” he whispers into my ear.
“Mmmmm, I’m perfect, my love,” I murmur returning a kiss to his neck while I reach up and stroke his cheek. “How are you?”
“Minus the ache in my broken bones, I couldn’t be more perfect.”
I sit up and look into his eyes to make sure. There’s no trace of pain to be found on his beautiful face. I see only happiness and love shining back as he smiles at me. We stare at each other for several long minutes, our hands softly roaming faces, necks, and backs, but our eyes stay firmly locked together like other parts of us further south still are.
“I love you,” he whispers.
Those three, simple, quiet words soak into my heart, wrapping it up tightly in their warm embrace, adding to the healing it has already experienced tonight. I could hear how long they truly waited to be said, the depth of conviction behind them, and endless promise they hold. It’s as if he’s telling me for the very first time again, only with purpose instead of a slip of the tongue.
I take them into my heart that way, vowing never to forget how he said them, before returning them with all that I am.