Nash’s cock is long and thick and so velvety smooth that I want him inside me, in my pussy, in my mouth and in my hand all at the same time.
For now, though, I’ll have to settle for pussy, because it feels too good rubbing him over my slit. After a few times, and because I trust him and there’s no concerns about pregnancy, I finally line up his blunt head to my slick opening. As I hold on to his neck tightly, Nash lowers me gently down his shaft an inch at a time so I can savor the amazing way he stretches and fills me.
When I’ve finally taken him all, he thrusts his hips upward, making my eyes close on a gasp of pleasure. Our lips separate then. Nash buries his face in my hair as I cling to him. The two of us are as close as physically possible and still it’s not enough for me.
“God, I love your sexy little body,” he growls through his increasing pants, his fingers digging into my thighs as he bounces me up and down. “It’s so easy to pick you up and put you on my cock. Throw you down on the bed. Have your sweet pussy anywhere and any way I fucking want.”
“Yes!” I exclaim, thrilled to hear his naughty words and have him moving inside me, making me so wet as he controls every single hard, punishing thrust. “Don’t stop! I’m so…close.”
“I know you are,” Nash says as his lips move against my ear. “Give it up for me, baby. Let your tight pussy squeeze every last drop of cum from me.”
He slams me down and thrusts up at the same time, hitting the deepest spot inside of me. That’s all it takes to make me shatter into a million pieces in his arms as I shudder all over from the waves of pleasure originating from the point where our two bodies are joined.
Nash’s own release fills me up in hot bursts as his shaft swells and pulses in time with my own orgasm. It’s the best thing I’ve ever felt, and one of the first times I’ve ever been happy that I’m barren, so that I can enjoy every second without worry or concern. I can just be here, in the moment. And for now, there’s nowhere else I would rather be, which is exciting and scary all at the same time.
Chapter Twenty-One
Nash
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I should’ve known that once with Lucy would never be enough. Before I even lower her feet to the ground after our first time, I need her again, as soon as possible. To hell with not being selfish or hurting her next week.
Despite how much smaller she is than me, the two of us actually fit together perfectly. And I’ve never had this…connection to another woman before. Not even Ellie. Hell, I’m starting to doubt whether or not I ever loved my ex-wife or if it was only lust. It must have been, or we would still be together, no matter what obstacles we faced.
I fell for Ellie fast, too fast. When I met her, it was like a bolt of lightning, while with Lucy it’s been a gradual build up to get to where we are – a place where the tiny woman could do anything and I would still forgive her and want to be with her. I just like spending time with her, doing nothing. Although, I’m starting to prefer the time we spend with our bodies pressed together.
“That was…” Lucy starts when her legs drop from around my waist and she dangles in the air until I let her down gently. “Do you think anyone saw us?” Whatever she was going to say about the sex is pushed aside as she glances around the dark patio as she tugs her dress back down over her ass.
“Don’t know. Don’t care,” I admit honestly while zipping up my pants. “Just in case, we should probably go back to our room.”
“Right. Yeah,” Lucy agrees.
I take her hand and start leading the way back inside. “Unless you’re hungry?” I ask, making sure she doesn’t want to go back to the dinner.
“Nope. I’m good.”
She’s quiet again on the way back to the room, making me worry that she regrets what we did. I know I should regret it, giving her the intimacy that will make her think we could have a future together when that’s so unlikely I won’t even let myself consider it for a moment. Now that we’ve crossed that line, there’s no choice but to live in the moment, in this weekend with Lucy before everything changes, before she learns the truth and hates that she slept with a murderer.
Even though I have no clue what Lucy is doing when she disappears into the bathroom, I make my intentions clear by getting undressed and climbing into bed naked, waiting for her under the covers.
When I hear the shower turn on after about ten minutes, I can’t help but think that she’s procrastinating. Still, she’ll have to come out of the bathroom eventually tonight. I’m wide awake, ready to wait as long as it takes as I lay in the silent room, trying to figure out what I’ll tell her tomorrow on the car ride home, how I’ll break the news to her that after all the heartbreak she’s been through, I’m not the man she thinks I am, just someone else who ended up hurting her.
The best thing to do is try to keep things light. Easy. I won’t tell her how much I care about her or make any promises I can’t keep.
Finally, after at least an hour passes, the door opens and Lucy peeks her head out. When her eyes land on mine, I get the feeling that she’s disappointed I’m still awake. Fuck. I thought the sex was great, that we had a crazy connection. What if it was all one-sided?
“Hey. I thought you were going to sleep in there tonight,” I tease her.
“Just freshening up,” she says as she walks out in her pink pajamas that I fucking love and goes around to her side of the bed. “I thought you would have been asleep by now since you didn’t seem to sleep much last night.”
So she noticed that? I’m surprised since I tried not to toss and turn too much, fearing I would wake her.
Lucy throws the covers back on her side, which means she gets a look at all of me. Her eyes widen as she stares at my half-mast cock before her gaze finds mine.
“If you’re having second thoughts, we don’t have to do anything,” I assure her. “I can put some clothes on.”
“What? No. Why would you think that I’m having second thoughts?” she asks, but still doesn’t get into bed with me.
“Maybe because of your disappearance and disappointment that I wasn’t asleep?”
“That’s not…I’m just not sure what to do now, after earlier,” she explains.
“How about you start by just talking to me?” I suggest. Rolling to my side, I prop my head up on my arm and pat the empty spot on the mattress beside me.
After a moment of hesitation, Lucy climbs up in bed and sits with her back against the pillow and headboard, her legs stretched out in front of her.
“So, what’s going on in your head? Why aren’t you your normal, talkative self?” I ask. “Do you regret what we did?”
“God no,” she thankfully answers vehemently. “I’m just sort of confused. I think you’ve been giving me mixed signals,” she says as she examines her nails.
“I have?” I reply even though I know it’s true and not fair.
“Yes. First there was earlier tonight, here in the room,” she explains with her cheeks turning red as we both remember when my face was recently buried between her legs while she was laid out on this bed. “Then outside on the patio. Both times were incredible, really. And I want to do it again. I just thought you were still angry at me for lying…”