Page 106 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
One long stroke of his tongue, and my back arched off the counter.
“My sweet Emmy,” he whispered before a second stroke, this one moving all the way up so he could flick my clit with the tip of his tongue.
I gasped when he gave up the strokes and latched onto my clit, gently sucking and nipping until every muscle in my body was shaking.
Nick normally brought me up and down a few times before finally making me come. But not tonight. He kept at me until my orgasm swelled.
When it burst, I screamed Nick’s name, writhing on the counter as the sensation rocked my body, his tongue diving inside my pulsing sex.
“So good,” I panted when my orgasm finally stopped.
“We’re not done yet, Wife.” I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, spreading my wetness onto the condom. He slid inside, pausing for a moment to let my body adjust, and then he let loose.
His hands gripped the back of my knees, keeping them spread apart wide, while his hips pounded forward. Nick fucked me rough and hard. The sound of his skin slapping against mine echoed in the kitchen.
White spots broke out behind my closed eyelids as I clawed my hands against the granite surface, seeking a grip as another intense orgasm ripped through my body. Every muscle in my core pulsed around his thick cock.
Nick’s pounding became desperate as he raced toward his own release. I opened my eyes to watch him come. His head was tipped to the ceiling. The cords of his throat tightened just before his mouth fell open with a deep groan.
Wrapping my legs around Nick’s hips, I pushed myself up from the counter so I could press my chest against his. His hard cock was still twitching inside me as I threaded my fingers through his beard and pulled his mouth down to mine, tasting myself on his lips.
I broke our kiss to inhale some much-needed oxygen and collapse against him. The spicy smell from Nick’s sweat filled my nose as I breathed heavily against his neck.
“Say it one more time,” he whispered.
“I won’t leave you.”
By the end of the day, I was wiped and glad to be back at Nick’s for the night. The first thing I did was shed my work clothes for a pair of wool socks and one of Nick’s flannel shirts. Then I joined him in the kitchen, sipping a glass of wine while he whipped up us some dinner.
“How was your day?” Nick asked.
“Long,” I said. “I’m exhausted. Work was good though. I can’t tell you how good it feels to see Mason come to school clean and well-fed. He’s really coming out of his shell too.”
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e last two weeks at the Drummonds’ had done Mason wonders. Since the incident at Kira Robertson’s house, I’d had a few nightmares but Nick had been my savior those nights, pulling me close and telling me everything was all right. Seeing Mason happy today made every nightmare worth it.
He was finally able to act like the six-year-old kid he was. I just hoped that his time with the Drummonds could last, that maybe they would find it in their hearts to make him a permanent part of their family.
“I’m glad,” Nick said. “That kid deserves some happiness.”
“Absolutely. How was your day?”
“Brutal. I’m fucking wiped,” he said. “I ran around town picking up cash boxes from the breakfast tickets, which was probably a good thing for me to do today. I would have fallen asleep at my desk. We’re going to bed early.”
“You won’t hear me argue. So did you count the money?”
He nodded and grinned.
“And?” I asked, poking him in the chest.
He laughed, clutching his pec. “Ouch!”
I rolled my eyes. “Nick! Tell me!”
“Nine thousand, two hundred and fifty dollars.”
“Yes!” I shouted, raising an arm in the air. “We should easily make the rest from the calendar sales.”
