Page 91 of Heartsick & Lipsticks
The sounds of his heavy breaths combined with my own labored inhales and exhales were all that I could hear. The soundtrack created a private bubble that only we inhabited.
His hands slid slowly down to my thighs, and he pushed them even farther apart. When he did, a wave of vulnerability washed over me, because this position left nothing to the imagination. But that exposed feeling quickly morphed into something else. I felt emboldened. I felt like a sensual being.
“So pretty,” he rasped reverently as his fingers trailed up and down my feminine lips.
My inner walls began to pulse as tingles swirled in my core. It still shocked me how responsive my body was to Nick. Tim had complained about how hard it was to bring me to climax. Nick had mastered my body. He knew what I wanted, what I needed even better than I did. He pushed me just enough out of my comfort zone to excite me, but not enough to make me want to retreat.
His finger began to intimately massage my opening, applying pressure as it slid across the base. With each pass of his touch, my inner walls contracted more as my next release built up momentum.
“Mmm, I love seeing and feeling how greedy and wet you are for me,” he gritted out, his voice deep and gravelly. “You living here, you being so close yet not being able to touch you, has been torture for me. Every night when we’re doing the dishes I want to strip you down, pick you up, put you on the island, spread your legs and have you for dessert.”
His bold admission caused my entire body to vibrate with need.
The pads of his fingers spread me apart and I felt the heat of his breath on my damp sex a beat before he covered my core with his mouth. His tongue licked the seam of my opening as his finger circled around my sensitive clit. I’d never had someone lick me from behind. It felt naughtier somehow this way and amped up the eroticism of the moment.
Just as I began to feel myself go up and over the edge of oblivion, the bed dipped below me as Nick straightened up and replaced his tongue with his dick. He drove into me with a force that had me burying my face in a pillow as I cried out.
His thrusts were deep and fluid as his hands gripped my hips, pulling me into him as he pushed inside of me. Within seconds I saw stars behind my eyes as my release rose to even higher highs. My climax crashed over me like waves, one right after the other. Just when I thought I’d felt the last one, another would consume me.
Finally, after the final crush of sensation subsided, I opened my eyes and drifted back to reality. Nick stood and I rolled onto my back. He went into the bathroom, and I assumed discarded the condom. When he came back to bed, he threw back the sheets, laid down and pulled me into him. My back was against his front as he spooned me from behind.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me so close, so tight. “Can I stay with you tonight? I just want to hold you.”
This was the part that I knew I’d miss most after tonight. The feeling of being wrapped in his arms. The sex was better than I’d ever known it could be. But that wasn’t what was going to destroy me. Being in his arms, feeling like nothing could ever hurt me. Feeling taken care of and…loved.
Even though I knew what I was risking, I couldn’t deny him or myself the comfort we could both give tonight.
“Yes,” I softly whispered.
He let out an exhale of relief as he pulled me tighter, burying his face in my hair. My heart ached in my chest, and I knew then that my answer had sealed my fate. I’d fallen in love with a man who I could never be with.
My fingers gripped his forearms and tears pricked my eyes, but I sniffed them away. I was going to allow myself to absorb the comfort and security that only being in Nick’s arms had ever given me. Even if it was just for tonight.
