Placing my hands on her hips, I guide her movements, pulling her down hard each time I thrust up. I maneuver my hand so I can rub her clit with my thumb, and the sensation drives her crazy.
She throws her head back, her hair cascading over her shoulders, and her perfect hourglass figure is the best sight I’ve ever seen. Her breathing becomes ragged, her chest heaving, and I can tell she’s getting close by the way her body tightens around me.
Pressure builds behind my cock again, but this time, instead of backing off, I thrust harder, pumping into her faster than before. I need to make her come for me again.
Suddenly, she’s clenching around me, crying out as she comes, and it’s just enough to make me follow her over the edge. Elle clutches my biceps, her eyes falling closed as her climax washes through her. Finally, her body relaxes and she collapses on top of me, the feel of her skin on mine even better than before.
We stay that way for a few moments, our bodies entwined, our chests rising and falling together. I’ve never felt closer to another person, never felt more connected, more in tune. If any part of me tried to deny it before, there’s no denying it now.
I’m in trouble. Great, big, fucking, wonderful trouble.
Chapter Seventeen
Elle
We’re lying side by side in his bed, and there’s no place on earth I’d rather be.
“Wow,” Nic says, propping himself up on an elbow. “That was . . .”
“Worth the wait?” I ask, looking up at him with a grin.
His eyes meet mine, and he caresses my cheek with his thumb. “Definitely worth the wait.”
He leans down and kisses me gently on the forehead before rolling over.
“Do you need any water?” he asks, standing and stretching.
Biting my lip, I admire the muscles in his back as they flex. Every time I look at him, it’s like he gets even sexier.
“That’d be great, actually, thanks,” I say, leaning back against the pillows.
“I figured after all that moaning, your throat might be a little dry.” He smirks, pulling on a pair of shorts.
I snort and throw one of his pillows at him. He laughs as he leaves the room, and I slide back down underneath the covers, still not ready to leave my post-sex haze.
When Nic doesn’t come back right away, I get curious. I slip into an oversized T-shirt I find in his closet and head into the living room, wondering what could have distracted him. I notice that the bathroom light is on, and I see Nic bending over the tub.
“Wait, don’t look yet,” he says quickly when he sees me coming in, but it’s too late. Nic has set up a bath, complete with candles and rose-scented bubble bath.
I can’t believe it. This is more than anyone’s ever done for me. “What’s all this?”
“It’s for you,” he says, putting his hands on my shoulders.
I pause for a moment as he lights the final candle, still more than a little stunned at how thoughtful he is. “Did you grow up in a romance novel or something?”
“I’m not usually a romantic guy,” he says, smirking at me. “But for the right girl . . .”
“I am pretty lucky, aren’t I?” I put my arms around his neck, and he gives me a short, sweet kiss. I tighten my hold, wanting him closer, but he pulls back.
“You’re not coming in?” I ask, disappointed.
“This is just for you to relax, to say thank you for being so sweet to me earlier,” he says. “But don’t worry, I’ll still be here when you’re done. And I’ll be picturing you in here, naked.” He winks at me as he pulls the door shut.
I smile to myself as I pull off the T-shirt and slip into the tub, breathing in the rose scent. There’s even a glass of ice water sitting on the counter for me, along with a fluffy white towel.
I can’t believe how thoughtful he is. He’s nothing like the playboy Christine tried to make him out to be. I shake my head, not wanting those thoughts to even enter my brain right now. In this moment, I just want to be happy with Nic.
After a while, I decide I’ve had enough alone time. The warm tub, romantic candles, and calming scent of the bath are making me tingle between my legs, and I want to see Nic again. I towel off and wander into the living room. I find him sitting on the couch, fully clothed again, sipping a water. When he looks up at me, his mouth drops open.
“I got lonely,” I say, watching him take me in. His eyes move from my face, along my curves barely concealed by the towel, down to my legs and back up.
I saunter over to him and kneel in front of him on the floor. He swallows, watching as I unzip his jeans.
“What are you doing?” he asks hoarsely, parting his legs so I can kneel between them.
“Returning the favor from earlier,” I say, pulling down his jeans and boxer briefs to reveal all eight perfect inches of him. Dear God, this man . . .
He’s already hard when I take him in my mouth, and I run my tongue along the tip of his erection. He groans as I move my lips farther and farther down his length, gently caressing his balls as I move my head up and down. He grips my hair in his hands as I move faster, and the sound of his heavy breathing is turning me on more than I expected.
“Fuck, Elle.” He groans, his hand tensing on the back of my neck. “I’m going to come soon,” he says, his breathing ragged as his hands slide down to my shoulders.
I take my mouth off of him and straddle him on the couch. He unknots the towel fastened around me and tosses it onto the floor.
I kiss him, my tongue slipping into his mouth as his hands caress my breasts, teasing my nipples before sliding down my sides and then along my legs. He runs his hand along my inner thigh before touching me gently between my legs. I shudder as his fingers begin to work. He is so talented. So good. At everything.
“You’re so wet, baby,” he groans.
It feels so good that I can’t wait any longer. I pull his hand away and rub myself along his erection, slowly and then faster. We’re both breathing heavily, and when I finally guide him inside me, I let out a moan as his erection fills me. He moves a hand to my breast, pinching my nipple as I rock my hips faster and faster against him.
“You feel so good,” he whispers, moving his hand to my other breast.
I’m rocking harder and harder against him, wanting him fully inside me. He kisses my neck, and I arch my back as he thrusts and grips my backside to pull my hips closer, lifting me up and down over him. I let out a cry as he plunges even deeper inside me, and feel pressure building in my core.
“Don’t stop.” I moan as he thrusts harder, and my head falls back.
Nic bends to kiss my breasts, murmuring sweet little encouragements about how sexy I am riding him. I can’t catch my breath as our bodies rock against each other, and when I come, I lose control, my entire body shuddering with waves of pleasure.
Nic slows his pace, watching me with a hooded gaze. “Fuck. So sexy,” he groans. “Gonna come soon.” Still gripping my ass in both hands, Nic thrusts up, his eyes sinking closed as if this is the best pleasure he’s ever felt. “Where do you want it?”
“Inside me,” I murmur, bringing my lips to his.
He groans again, hugging me close as he finally climaxes.