My eyes are glued to his serious face, his light irises filled with desire. I move my hand lower. His cock is standing straight, hard, and ready. I wrap my fingers around him, giving him a few slow strokes.
A soft groan rips from his throat as I work his dick with sure movements. If it’s possible he grows even harder in my palm. My tongue darts out, sliding over my lower lip.
I want him.
Bad.
My thumb slides over his head, smearing the drops of precum.
Fuck it.
I fall down on my knees. It’s slippery, so I have to grip his hips to steady myself. With one hand on his hip, I grip his dick in my other one.
Nixon’s eyes grow wide when he sees me. “Yasmin, you don’t have…”
“I want to,” I whisper, and then I take him into my mouth, sucking on him like a lollipop. His eyes grow even darker, but then they fall shut, his head tilting back as my tongue swirls over his head, pulling him deeper into my mouth.
I’m not sure I’ll be able to take him all the way in, but Nixon doesn’t seem to care one bit. A low growl comes from him, his fingers digging into my hair and holding me steady as I slowly work his cock.
I let my teeth slowly graze over him as I pull back, my hand steadily pumping him as my tongue slides on the underside of his dick, from the base all the way to his tip, and then I suck it back into my mouth, tasting his musky scent.
That’s what finally makes him snap.
His fingers tighten around my strands, pulling my head back and making his cock pop out of my mouth.
“Out,” he grits through clenched teeth. “Now. I’m not going to blow my load in that pretty mouth, no matter how tempting it sounds.”
We quickly rinse and get out of the shower, leaving a wet trail behind us as we grab the towels to wipe our bodies.
I try to tuck the towel around myself but it keeps falling down. Nixon grabs it and does it for me. His fingers slip under the knot, pulling me closer.
We’re both breathing hard, our heads close, mouths lingering, but not touching.
His lips brush against mine, and I can feel his breath touch my skin.
I moan in protest, my fingers slipping in his hair. “Kiss me.”
I don’t have to ask twice. With a loud groan he crushes his mouth against mine in a hard kiss. His tongue sliding between my lips and swirling with mine. Desperate and needy.
“Nixon,” I breathe, nibbling at his lower lip. Every swipe of his mouth over mine is like a jolt of energy that goes straight to my core. I can’t think clearly when his hands are on me, but that’s the point.
Not to think, just be.
He pulls back, breaking the kiss. “My room. Now.”
Together we rush out of the room. In his haste, Nixon loses his own towel, flashing me his bare ass. He trips as he tries to grab it before it falls to the floor, only regaining his balance at the last moment, and I can’t help but laugh.
“What’s so fucking funny?”
“It’s…” I start, but I don’t get to finish because he grabs me and throws me over his shoulder. I squeal in protest. “Nixon!”
“You were saying?”
“Put me down!” I demand half-heartedly, laughing as he drags me to his room, the towel already forgotten.
“Oh, I’m planning to.”
Once we’re inside, he shuts the door behind us and drops me on the bed. The knot between my breasts comes undone, towel falling to the side, leaving me bare in front of him.
Nixon takes me in without hurry, his heated gaze running over my exposed skin. We were naked in the shower, but this… it feels different. I squirm under his watchful eyes, my body aching for him to finally touch me. Really touch me.
“Are you just going to watch, or do you plan to join me?” I ask, propping myself up on my elbows.
He grins at me. “Oh, I plan to do more than just watch, although I’d be game for that too.” His tongue darts out, swiping over his lower lip. Nixon hums quietly as if thinking. “Maybe later.”
Moving closer to the bed, he hooks his hands under my ankles and pulls me to the very edge. He drops to his knees, then lifting one of my legs he presses a kiss to the inside of my ankle.
“Nixon,” I breathe as tingles of excitement shoot to my core.
“Yeah?” He kisses and nibbles up my legs. First one, then the other, stopping just when he moves close enough so he can feel my heat.
“More,” I demand, my voice breathy.
“Of this?” His nose traces the inside of my thigh, making me quiver as his lips press to the juncture of my thighs.
“Higher.” My fingers clench in the sheets by my side, my back arching off the mattress. “Stop teasing me.”
“Or else?” he asks. He’s so close I can feel his smirk on my center.
“Or you won’t like it when it’ll be my turn to tease you.”
“Like this?”
Then he goes for the kill, his mouth falling onto my pussy, tongue swiping between my lips as he eats me like I’m a freaking dessert.
“Joder.” Letting go of the sheet, I tangle my fingers in his hair, pulling him closer. “More… I need…”
Nixon’s tongue slides all the way to my opening, teasing me playfully, before he finally dips inside. My walls clench, desperately needing more.
I can feel his chuckle against me, and I want to swat him on the head for teasing me like he does, but I also want him to fuck me.
His teeth graze over my clit before he sucks on it. A wave of pleasure hits me unexpectedly, making my whole body shudder in release.
Holy fuck!
My eyes fall shut, and I swear I can see stars.
“I need to be inside you,” Nixon murmurs in my ear, his hot body covering mine.
He pulls the bedside drawer open, his hand disappearing inside and coming out with a foil package. He rips it open and puts it over his cock in record time.
Pulling my legs apart, he settles between my thighs. His hands slide over the sides of my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“So soft.”
He slides up the inside of my thigh, his fingers finding my opening and easily sliding inside, testing my wetness. “All over. And so fucking wet. Are you always so wet, Yasmin?”
He pumps his fingers slowly inside me, stretching me, his thumb spreading the wetness over my clit in slow circles. I moan as he hits just the right spot, but then his fingers pull back. “Are you?” he demands, but I already forgot what the question was. There is no way I can think coherently with his fingers inside me like that.
“Yes,” I say, not really caring what the question was as long as it’ll give me what I need. Him buried deep inside me.
“Stop teasing me, Nix.”
He chuckles, hooking his hands under my knees. “Always so demanding.”
And then he slowly pushes inside me.
I tried to convince myself that the first time was just a fluke. I’d had sex before and it was good, enjoyable even, but being with Nixon felt different, felt like something more. It was impossible, right? But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself—unsuccessfully, I might add—it wasn’t just my imagination. Being with Nixon is even better than I remember. When we’re together like this, everything seems to fall into place, and there is nothing that can touch us.
I slide my hands over his back, holding onto his wide shoulders as he pulls back and thrusts back in, harder this time.