NICK
I put a pillow under her head and switched on the bedside lamp. Lights on wasn’t my usual MO, but somehow, I just knew she was going to be different. I wanted to see her, remember every last expression, every last writhe—I wanted to lock it into my memory, like the blueprint to a safe.
Her hair pooled behind her, mermaid-style, and her T-shirt had come up on her stomach a few inches, enough to show a cute little belly button, unpierced. I planted my hands on either side of her and kissed it, running my tongue around the edge and making her dig her fingers into the muscles of my arms. “Know what I like about you?” I asked, then got back to it, going counterclockwise now.
“Ummm . . .” she said, making her stomach vibrate slightly against my lips. “My incredible taste in desserts.”
I shook my head into her soft skin and waited for another guess, kissing a line down to her jeans. She raised her head from the pillow and looked down the length of her body at me, smiling.
“Or maybe . . . my biting skills?”
God yeah, I nodded into her belly, that for sure. That wasn’t all, though, and I needed her to know it, so I pulled my mouth away. “It’s that you seem like a pretty good girl.” Straddling her on my knees, I lowered some of my weight onto her hips. “But I really don’t think you are.”
She swatted my chest. “I am a good girl,” she said, all sass and sin, giggling and shimmying underneath me.
“The hell you are.” When I got her shirt up above her bra, I scooped her left breast in my hand and pulled it free from the lacy cup. Christ. Even her fucking nipples were gorgeous. Running my finger over the left one made it tighten up. It was small, well defined. Too pretty not to pinch. So that’s exactly what I did, softly at first. Looking her in the eye, I rolled it between thumb and forefinger, harder and harder until I felt her body buck underneath me.
When she’d stopped with her moans and Oh Gods she said, “I’ve never even gotten a parking ticket. Never even been pulled over.”
Of course she hadn’t. But if she was as sweet as apple pie, it would be one straight out of the oven. Smelled good, looked better, but molten hot inside. I took her hard nipple in my teeth. She lifted her head from the pillow to watch me until pleasure overtook her and she lay back down and snuggled in deep. It was a rush, seeing her skin against my sheets, seeing her in my world. Taking a break from her nipple, still pinched into the shape of my bite, I undid her jeans and pulled them off her. Peeling them off was like unwrapping the prettiest present on the planet. Underneath I found a pair of hot-pink panties. The lacy waistband was rolled down along the curve of her hip.
Using one hand I undid the clasp at the front of her bra, and her breasts came free.
“You’ve got all the moves.”
She had no fucking idea at all. I was a professional lock picker; if there was one thing I knew about myself—knew it for sure—it was that I was good with my hands. “Just you wait.”
“God.”
I kissed all along the places where her jeans had dug into her stomach, those faint angry red lines that cut into her soft and pure curves. I wanted to ruin her, but I also wanted to keep her whole, safe, and laughing. Inside me was an instinctive and sudden desire to protect this beautiful woman for as long as she was with me. With her panties still on, I licked her clit and teased her the same way she had through my jeans. Even though I wanted to, I didn’t use my teeth. My cock was one thing; I wasn’t about to abuse this soft, pink slice of heaven.
Yet.
I slid my hand up to her nipple again and gave it a pinch, while with my tongue I moved her panties aside to get to her wetness. God, was she wet. Wet, salty, and sweet. I pulled my mouth away from her pussy long enough to give her the update. “Caramel apples have fuckall on this.”
She laughed at the ceiling, but I stole the breath back from her with my tongue on her clit finally. I went softly at first—only assholes approach the clitoris like an elevator button. I’d always thought of it more like a flower. Georgia O’Keeffe, like that. A masterpiece. A jewel.
It was a full pussy-dive that made me forget everything except her. Every time she writhed, I fell in further. It was catalyst and reaction, action and consequence. She slapped the sheets, and her back came up a few inches off the bed. I took the opportunity to place my hands underneath those perfect ass cheeks, so I was palming them when she came back down.
How long I stayed there, I don’t fucking know. I could’ve eaten that pussy of hers for hours. For days. For a year, no breaks at all. But when I felt her start to pant and paw more intensely, when she started shuddering, I slowed down. Because I was gonna make this night last as long as possible.
I pulled back from her, the scent of her so intoxicating, so mind-blowing, that it sent a jolt up my cock. Straddling her again, I pulled her T-shirt off, then stood by the bed. With two fingers, I drew a line down her body, from her throat to her clit. She really was so gorgeous, especially when she was flushed and sweaty. I took my cock in my hand and stroked it as I traced her breastbone, along the curve of her waist, to her belly button and down to her pussy again. I didn’t go right for her clit, though, not this time. Instead I made a V with two fingers to part her lips and let the cool air from the air-conditioning tease her. With her open in my hand, I fucking beheld her. Bright pink inside, the lips slightly darker. I got back on top of her and kissed her again, deep and hard, to make sure she got a hit of her sweet self on my stubble.
Enveloping her body with mine, I tucked my head close in against hers and pressed a long kiss to her collarbone. She gently rubbed her cheek against mine; I felt the rhythm of her breathing, and I let her feel me hard between her legs. Then I held her close and rolled us over so that she was on top.
She giggled softly and tucked her feet up so she was straddling me. I reached down and positioned my cock between us, making sure it was pressing against her clit. “Feel that?”
She swallowed and even blushed. “Yeah.”
Very slowly I rubbed myself against her, feeling her wetness warm and slick all over me. Her wetness would’ve put Astroglide out of business. I placed my hand to her heart and pushed her up to sitting, until her weight was on my hips. Again I parted her lips with two fingers and pressed my shaft against that hot-pink glory. With small circles of my hips, I worked on her like that. I kept teasing her, and I watched her get more and more into it. Every time she pressed her hand to the underside of my cock, my balls tightened and throbbed.
Jesus, I had her already and I wanted her even more. I wanted to be inside her, all over her. Everything, everywhere, right now. “For the record, I want to get inside you bareback. Just like this.”
Her eyes flashed at me. “Is that so?”
“I don’t wanna fuck around with condoms, but to protect this gorgeous pussy of yours, I will,” I said with another thrust of my shaft along her clit.
Using one fingertip, she traced a line from one of my tattoos to the next. I didn’t think about them much, and following her movements between them made me see them with new eyes. “Bareback . . .” she said. “I wish.”
Yeah, see . . . that word on her lips. Bareback. The thought of her thinking it made my balls ache even more. Tangled up in that, though, once again, was the desire to protect her and look after her. “Protect the pussy. Words to live by.” I reached over to open my bedside drawer, where I had an unopened box of condoms. I slipped open the lid and held it out to her.
She tore a condom off the strip and let the remainder fall to the floor. “I think we should get Protect the Pussy on a hoodie.”
“Gimme your address and I’ll have it there before you know it.”
There was that laugh. Giggling, she bit the top of the condom wrapper and ripped off the foil edge. She tried to spit it aside, but it got caught on her lip. I pulled it off for her, trying to stay serious. We were about to fuck. I couldn’t start laughing. But it was hard as hell not to; her happiness was contagious. So was her desire, though, and her smile disappeared as she brought the still-rolled condom down to my cock. Her fingertips brushed against my shaft, and the latex cut the air with its familiar smell. She was awkward about the condom—she had it wrong side up. For as naughty as she was, she also had an innocence that was as surprising as it was adorable. I reached out and flipped it over for her. “That way.”
“Sorry,” she whispered. “It’s been a little while.”
Fuuuuuck. “You’re kidding me. I imagine guys throwing condoms at you as you pass like confetti at a parade.”
A snort snuck up on her, and she snickered and blushed. “Hardly,” she replied, getting serious again as she rolled the condom down my cock.
Her fingers brushed my balls, sending a pulse straight through me. I resisted the very real urge to fuck her so hard we snapped the condom, busted the bed, and broke the floorboards. But at the same time, I wanted to enjoy her. I wanted to take her slow. “So I’m not your usual Friday night?” I asked her as I took my cock in my hand, put the tip at her opening, and began to push into her. Her eyes met mine, a hard and serious stare—unflinching and focused. I eased her down onto me and pushed into her slowly from below. Her eyes fluttered shut, and her eyebrows raised as if in surprise—a slow, delightful surprise. A surrender even.
“Definitely not,” she said, hoarse and greedy as she took me inch by inch. “Deffffffinitely not.”
She felt so good that halfway in, I had to stop. I needed every second to count. Gripping her hips, I kept her steady. For a second, I savored the feel of her warm, perfect pussy. The way her stomach rose and fell as she breathed. The way she bit her goddamned lip when she looked at me.
I liked her on top. But this time, the first time, I needed to show her who was boss. So with my cock still inside her, I flipped her again. When I had her on her back, I took her wrists in my hand and pinned them back on the bed above her head as I drove into her. “I wanted to take you slow,” I said, our eyes just inches apart. “But you feel too fucking good for that.”