“No, we’re not.” I reach over to caress his cheek.
“Thank you for tonight. Now take me home, Mr Moore.”
In the elevator riding up to his penthouse Nick has me pinned against the mirrored wall in the corner, his body pressed up against mine as ours mouths devour each other. The doors open and we step out together, our arms still entwined around each other, our lips not letting the other go as we turn and lean on the wall next to the elevator doors.
“Make love to me.” I moan against his lips. He pulls his head back to gaze at me. His eyes are burning with desire as I know mine are. I’m not going to let him put a stop to it this time. “I want this, Nick. Don’t overthink it. Go with what you’re feeling.”
Taking the lead, we enter the apartment and I take his hand in mine pulling him towards his bedroom. He stops me by pulling me back and spinning me around into his chest, his hands tangle into my hair kissing me, our tongues fighting each other, the man can make me forget my own name with the way he kisses. I feel his erection poking into my stomach, my panties are saturated from the prolonged anticipation and need I have and in this moment the rest of the world has disappeared.
His hands work their way down my back and to my ass kneading it over my dress. I jump into his arms and toe my shoes off dropping them behind me. They clatter and echo as they fall. He strides to his bedroom, kicks open the door and leads us to the bed where he falls on top of me. I revel in the feel of his weight on me.
“Are you sure?” He whispers kissing across my cheek to my earlobe taking it into his mouth and sucking on it sending a jolt of pleasure right to my core.
“Yes. I want you.” I pant. He presents me with his famous panty disintegrating smile getting up from the bed to begin stripping out of his clothes. I follow him up and take hold of both his hands to stop him. “Let me.”
We stand there in the moonlight slowly and carefully undressing each other as piece by piece of clothing falls into a pile on the floor beside us. As we remove a piece of clothing from each other we kiss each new body part we reveal until we are both standing naked. My body has certainly changed after childbirth and this is the first time Nick is seeing me naked since then. I can’t help but feel a little self-conscious about it. I think he senses my discomfort and lifts my chin with his fingers.
“You’re more beautiful than I remember.” He tells me in awe after running his eyes up and down the length of my nakedness. I’m not cold yet I shiver from his words and fiery gaze. “You are perfect.”
Reaching for each other, our hands seek out the feel of the other. He gently lifts me in his arms, laying me back onto the bed and finding his way above me. Our mouths are massaging against the other, seeking, taking and giving breath. I can still taste the flavour of the wine we had at dinner, the kisses change from deep and long to short and sweet but we don’t let up, we don’t lose the connection, not for one moment.
His hands are touching me everywhere he can reach, tracing and worshipping. His head moves lower with his tongue tracing a path from my neck to the swell of my breasts. He places kisses on top of each one before capturing a nipple into his hot mouth, running his tongue around it in circles then sucking it harshly as his fingers play with and tweak the other to not feel neglected. I can’t help the moan I let out as I feel myself getting wetter from my arousal.
“I love your breasts, baby.” I run my hands along the warm skin of his hard chest and back familiarising myself with the muscles again as he continues paying attention to my breasts. His heavy erection is lying across my thigh, he is so close yet so far, I am desperate to have him inside me but he’s taking his sweet time. I feel as if I am on fire and only he can put it out. “I have dreamed about having you like this again for so long, baby.” His voice is husky and full of desire.
“What have you dreamed about? What have you missed?”
“Kissing you, holding you in my arms, your breasts, the grip of your legs around my back, the smell of your hair, the taste of your pussy as you cum on my tongue and the way it grips my dick while you orgasm, waking up to your warm caramel eyes in the morning, just fucking everything.” With each statement he kisses his way lower down my body.
If I thought I was desperate before his words increased it tenfold.
My eyes are closed but I sense him shift toward the end of the bed where my feet are. I feel his lips moving ever so slowly leaving tiny pecks with his warm lips up my leg from my ankle to my inner thigh. When he’s satisfied that he has paid attention to every part of my leg he then starts all over again with the other.
“You have the most incredible legs in the world. God, I have missed feeling them clamped around me.”
He is getting closer to where I need him. I lift my hips up trying to give him a hint and he takes it clamping onto my clit while his hands hold my hips still.
“Yes!” Right there. I hold onto his hair with one hand while the other is gripping onto the pillow under my head.
“You are so fucking sweet I could spend hours down here.” His breath across my folds has me trembling in delight.
It’s an indescribable feeling, as if I’m floating, he is sucking and licking, in a torturous rhythm pushing me higher and closer to the peak. He adds his fingers entering and withdrawing in a punishing fashion. It doesn’t take long at all for my toes to curl and get my legs shaking from his intimate assault as I start to convulse screaming out his name. My core still quivering as he withdraws his fingers and licks them with a satisfied grin. Wow!
My turn to return the favour.
Nick stands and with a lot of effort I lift myself off my back onto my knees on the bed in front of his hard dick which is sticking out proudly before me. The head red and angry looking. I grip the base of his penis, licking the pre-cum off the tip and around the head. I feel him twitch in my hold. Bringing my mouth closer, I take in his distinct scent then take him all the way into the back of my throat twirling my tongue around his length. He groans out in satisfaction and as I bring my eyes up to his eyes his own are closed, the pleasure evident on his face giving me a sense of power that I can reduce this man to putty.
I find my rhythm taking him in and out, saliva dripping out and running down my chin with my free hand paying attention to and massaging his balls. I can sense he is getting close and he stops me, pulling away from between my lips before he reaches the point of no return.
“No more, I need to be inside you.” I crawl backwards with Nick settling between my legs once more when a thought hits me.
“Wait, condoms. I’m on the pill but we just need to be extra careful. Please.” There is no way I’m risking what happened to us previously happening again. At least not right now.
“I’ll be right back.”
He kisses me and I get a taste of myself from his lips, I watch him head into the bathroom. He comes back less than thirty seconds later with a strip of condoms, finds his position on the bed again, quickly rips a packet open rolling it on and settles down on top of me.
“Who do you belong to?” His tip is right at my entrance rubbing up and down. I’m about ready to cry from my frustration, stop teasing me.
“You, I’m yours, only yours.” I cry out.
He thrusts forward plunging deeply into me and stills, his harsh breath filling my ears as I adjust to the size of him, my vaginal muscles pulsing around him.