Page 132 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
NICK
As I watchedSkye on her knees in front of me, taking me in her mouth, sucking me, and stroking me, my entire body radiated with pleasure. The friction of her hand and tongue on my steel-hard shaft and the delicious pull of suction from her lips had my cock throbbing with a carnal ache. When I felt her gently cup my balls and begin to rub them, they shriveled, and I knew that I was in trouble. As much as I wanted to savor this encounter, I didn’t want it to end that way. I wanted, no needed, to be inside of her.
Urgency crashed into me like a Mack truck as I reached down and lifted her up by her arms. I saw the brief look of shock on her face before I spun her around, so she was facing the island. I unzipped her skirt, and it pooled at her feet as I tugged her panties down her legs and helped her step out of them both, discarding them beside her shirt.
I straightened back up, and my hands cupped her ass cheeks, squeezing her firm mounds. Then, keeping one hand on her hip, I used the other to press her upper body down so she lay flat on the countertop. My fingers deftly unsnapped her bra, and I pulled it off her arms before I tugged my own shirt off and pushed my pants and boxers down my legs.
“You have no idea how many times I’ve pictured you like this,” I gritted out. “Naked and bent over the island.”
“Same,” she panted.
“You’ve thought about me fucking you like this?”
“Yes,” she confirmed.
Hearing that she’d fantasized about me taking her here, like this, sent my arousal spiking off the charts. The familiar stirrings of release began to swirl in my groin. I knew that I was close to losing it. The fact that we weren’t using protection told me I wasn’t going to last long.
Ignoring my caveman urges to ravish her, I gently brushed her hair to one side and leaned over her. My lips pressed lightly against her shoulders and the back of her neck. I moved one hand between her legs and cupped her mound. My fingers glided easily along her wet folds, and she whimpered needily.
My lips grazed the cusp of her ear as I whispered, “Skye, I’m going to fuck you, and it’s not going to be gentle. It’s going to be fast and hard.”
Her sex clenched at my bold warning, and I felt her grow even wetter as she nodded. Gripping my shaft, I rubbed my engorged head up and down the seam of her opening. Her muscles contracted against the tip of my cock.
I pushed inside of her slowly, taking my time and not rushing. All of the desperation, all of the sadness, and all of the heaviness that had taken up permanent residency inside my chest evaporated as her body accepted me.
I’d missed her so badly over the past few weeks. I needed her. I neededthis. I needed this more than I needed my next breath. Her back arched as her fingers curled around the edge of the island. I continued entering her in tiny increments as her inner walls milked my shaft.
Beads of sweat broke out on the base of my neck as my balls tightened against my body and tingled with release. I was overwhelmed by how fucking amazing her tight canal felt as it enveloped me in velvety warmth. Being with Skye and not wearing protection was an entirely different level of intimacy and sensation. Without the barrier of contraception, I felt every ridge, every twitch of her muscles. The line between where she ended, and where I began was blurred.
Once I was fully impaled inside of her, I stilled. I needed a second to try and compose myself. But her body was working against my goal as her inner muscles began to pulse greedily.
My self-control was teetering on the edge. I knew that once I started moving, it would be game over in a few strokes. I’d already warned her that this wasn’t going to last long, but that didn’t mean I planned on getting off without her. I just needed to get her right to the brink, and I needed to do it fast.
Keeping one hand on her hip so that I could hold her in place, I wrapped my other arm around her waist and dipped my hand between the front of her legs. With my middle finger, I circled her swollen clit, teasing it. Then, leaning down, I placed several open-mouth kisses along her back.
Soft gasps escaped from her as I pressed my lips to her bare skin. When her breaths grew shallow, I lightly brushed my fingertip over the swollen button at the top of her sex. Once, twice, then a third time. When I felt her thighs begin to tremble and a tremor run through her body, I pulled out and thrust inside of her forcefully.
“Yes,” she cried out.
I repeated the motion over and over, and she repeated the same affirmation each time I did. “Yes, yes, yes.” Each time the three-letter word came out stronger, until finally her stomach contracted and she gasped as her back arched.
As soon as I felt her stomach convulse in release, bursts of light exploded behind my closed lids as my thighs tensed in my final thrust. My entire world dissolved into a million pieces held together only by the force that was my powerful climax.
All I could hear was the whooshing of my heartbeat as I drifted back into myself. The dark cloud that always followed me around was lifted. I felt lighter, freer, and more calm than I had ever felt in my life.
What had just happened was more than sex. It was more than an orgasm. Being with Skye had healed something inside of me. Something that had been damaged before I could even speak. She’d given me peace. She’d made me whole.
As I tried to catch my breath, I stood and took a step back from her. Before she turned around to face me, I bent my knees and scooped her up, carrying her like a groom carries a bride over the threshold.
“What are you doing?” she asked breathlessly as she wrapped her arms around my neck.
“I’m taking you to bed.”
I love you. I love you. I love you.Those three words I’d never told a woman were playing on repeat in my head as I carried her up the stairs. They were on the tip of my tongue, but I knew that tonight wasn’t the right or appropriate time to tell her. But just because I couldn’t say the words didn’t mean that I couldn’t show her how I felt. And that’s exactly what I planned to do.
