“What are you doing?” I squealed. “You really think you should be lifting me?” My mind started racing with the notion that my weight would make his knees buckle and his back go out.
“Why wouldn’t I lift you? What are you talking about?” he asked as he walked down the hallway back into his house.
“Umm, I’m not a small woman,” I said, not really sure how else to tell him that I was worried my weight would make him buckle down and fall.
“No, you’re the perfect woman,” he said.
Nic rushed us into the house and up the stairs so fast that all I could make out were blurs. When we got to a door at the end of the hall, he put me down and stared at me.
“I want you. I want this. But do you?” Nic asked as he cradled my face in his hands. All I could do was nod. Words that rarely abandoned me were nowhere to be seen as I gazed into his eyes. “I need the words, Candy. I need to hear you say you want this too.”
“Yes, I want this. I want you.”
“Good,” he groaned before he pulled me to him and opened the door, shutting it behind us. Once inside, he pushed me against the wall and tore at my shirt like a wild animal, ripping it off my body.
“Hey, that’s my favorite shirt” I said in mock protest.
One of his hands slid under the waistband of my jeans as his lips gently brushed up against my throat. “I can’t wait to taste all of my Candy.” Hearing my name used in such a way made me actually like the idiotic nickname. I would have crumbled at his feet at that moment if it weren’t for his broad arms holding me up.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as his hand dipped into my pants. His fingers grazed the ridge of my clit, and he started rubbing me, sending stars bursting in my vision.
“I’m going to suck until I get your creamy center. I can’t wait to taste you on my tongue and have you come on my face.”
I squirmed under him before his other palm lifted my leg around his waist and he angled his thick cock, right against my center.
I panicked. He was so big. There was no way he’d fit.
He pushed his hand into my hair, connecting our lips and tangling our tongues. He fucked me with his mouth, his dick snug against the seam of my jeans, hitting my clit and making every nerve throb with need.
"I can smell how turned on you are, baby. You smell so fuckin' sweet. I'm desperate to taste you on my tongue. You taste as sweet as you smell, beautiful?" His words seeped out in a near growl. I almost came in a gush right then.
"You're soaked for me." His calloused fingers swept across my flesh, working me closer and closer. My breaths were choppy as his tongue brushed up my throat, landing at my lips and taking me with full force. If this was what he could do with his lips, I couldn't wait to feel his cock stretching and filling me, satisfying this need to give him every bit of me.
His fingers sped up, another digit added to the assault as my thighs began to shake around him. I was both terrified and turned on by the feelings spiking my insides.
“Come on my fingers, sweet Candy.” He pushed his thumb in the entrance of my pussy, and I lost all sense of reality. My vision clouded, and every nerve in my body tensed and released as my arousal soaked his hand.
“Look how hard I made you come.” He sucked in a quiet breath, his wet hand leaving the aroused spot between my thighs and releasing his dick from his pants. I gulped at the size of him, his hand covered with my arousal, cupping the thick, veiny cock that looked harder than steel. The soft head made my mouth water, the lingering pulses of my orgasm still pushing through my muscles as he stroked himself root to tip.
I cupped a hand around him, sliding up to the tip along with him. The steel-covered cock in my hands nearly made me come in another furious rush. He was so strong, virile, like a god the way his broad shoulders and chiseled abs were faintly outlined by the cotton of his thin shirt.
“I can’t control myself when your hands are on me,” he grunted, his hand fisting his cock at the root. “I need to be inside you. Bed, now,” he ordered.
I hurried quickly to the large bed in the middle of the room and sat on the edge. He walked toward me, falling onto his knees as his hands grabbed the sides of my pants and yanked them down, panties and all.
“I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone for a very long time, so long that I’m not sure I remember. Life was too busy, and no woman has ever captivated me like you. I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel all of you.”
“I…I am a virgin but on the pill. It helps regulate me. So I’m clean.”
“You’re a virgin,” he growled, lips tilting in what looked like a pleased grin.
“Is that okay?” I asked, feeling really insecure and pathetically inexperienced.
“Yes, baby, it’s more than okay. I love that no other man has seen you like this. That you are mine and only mine.” He then lifted my legs, exposing my soaked center, before he slid his dick against my wet clit. He lined it up to my center and entered me slowly. “So tight, so warm, so wet,” he groaned.
“You’re so big. I’m not sure it will fit,” I moaned, fingers digging into his chest as he pumped his hips, overstimulated nerves. He gently slipped his cock in me, a mixture of pleasure and a hint of pain took me over, but I wanted to feel him, all of him.
“You okay, beautiful?” he asked, his gaze locked on me.
“Yes,” I panted as he slid more of his girth into me, and soon the pain was gone and pleasure was all that stood in its place. My arms pulled his body closer to mine as we held each other in the darkness. I shivered, teeth sinking into the slab of flesh at his shoulder as he slid his dick in and out of me.
Hovering softly, he muttered at my ear, “This—” he staccatoed his thrusts “—pussy—” another thrust “—is mine.”
An orgasm ripped through my body, my chest heaving as every muscle quivered with release.
His hips continued the assault, grinding against my clit until his rhythm grew uneven and his thighs taut, and he released into me.
He fell on top of me before he flipped over and covered his naked body with my own, crushing me against all his hard edges as our breaths slowed to normal.
“That was amazing,” I finally breathed.
Chapter 8
Nic
“You’re amazing,” I breathed into her hair before kissing her. Holding Candy in my arms, I felt a sense of peace that I’d never known before. It was perfect, she was perfect, and I never wanted to let her go. “How are you feeling? You hurt?”
“I’m great,” she whispered, kissing my chest as she curled into my arms. “Never been better.”
“Good, because I want to bottle this feeling up and soak it up forever.”
“I never thought you’d be the kind of guy who would have these cheesy lines,” she giggled.
I turned over, flipping us so that I was now on top of her.
“I mean every single word I say, and I never say anything I don’t mean,” I said, staring right into her eyes so she wouldn’t have any doubt. “I’m a simple man with simple needs, and the thing I seem to need most in my life is you. I had no idea until you walked into my shop with that ridiculous sweater.”