He stepped back, and slowly drew his fingers down the V of her robe, waiting for her to object.
She wouldn’t. The tension in her sex built and wetness accumulated. His confidence sparked a new awareness in her, and her body responded to his touch like he was put on this earth to please her.
He slipped out the knot of her sash, peeled the fabric apart, and it cascaded to the floor.
“Holy fuck, Cat.”
Her nipples pinched into hard nubs under his stare.
His hands cupped the sides of her breasts, his thumb toying with her nipples, before he lowered to take one into his mouth. He laved and sucked on them like they were candy.
“Unh.” Her head fell back as she relished his attention.
He rose, his eyes a deep ocean-blue. “I want to taste you, Cat. Let’s try something new.”
She was hesitant, but more anxious to learn what he had in mind. “Okay.”
He pulled off his shirt and draped it over the dresser.
Like a magnet, her hands flew to his muscular chest—solid, warm, and all male.
He lifted her hands off and kissed the palms. “Come this way.”
He led her a few steps to the end of the bed, facing it. His hands stroked her hips and thighs, then up her torso to her breasts. He placed kisses on her neck, biting gently.
She moaned, and her head lolled back against his shoulder.
“Your body is made to be worshipped. I want to do that now. Okay?”
She knew by the way he asked he was coaxing her to try something new. Nicholas had a way of doing that. As much as her nerves rattled, she loved how he stretched her comfort zone, making her take new risks. Risks that always seemed to be more pleasurable than she could have imagined.
She exhaled. “Okay.”
“Get on the bed on all fours.”
She crawled unhurriedly and heard the rustling of clothes. She glanced back to see him stripping off the rest of his clothes. His naked form was glorious.
He knelt behind her, stroking and kissing her back. His hands swept to her front and played with her hard nipples. His warm breath sent tingles down her spine.
A trickle of wetness slid along the inside of her thigh. She was desperate to have him fill her.
He caressed her front, moving to her hips and thighs. “I’m going to make you come, baby. Get low, lay your head on the mattress.”
She hesitated a brief second, but did as he bid, hyperaware that her backside was open to him. She felt embarrassed and emboldened at once.
“Relax,” he cooed. “You look so beautiful right now, I could come just from the sight of you and breathing in your scent.”
His finger smoothed over her lower lips.
“Baby, I can see your cream. You want me inside, don’t you?”
“Yes. Yes,” she breathed.
“Soon.” With his hands on her thighs, he lowered himself and slid his tongue through her slit.
“Oh.” Her face grew warmer, and her heart raced. She ached for relief.
He did it again. “You taste amazing. Spread your legs wider for me, baby.”
She moved her knees on the bed, going as wide as she comfortably could.
“That’s perfect.” His tongue caressed her sex again, poking into her core, lapping at her, and circling her swollen clit. His hot hands continued massaging the back of her thighs, moving to her ass cheeks.
Every lick, every touch, made her want to beg for more. She wanted to beg for him to never stop, but also beg for him to put her out of her misery. She couldn’t remember a time when she needed to come so badly. How much more could she take?
He made love to her sex, building the ecstasy, but not enough to tip her over. His tongue lapped and kissed her lips as he slowly pushed a finger into her channel.
She groaned loudly.
As he stroked her wet core, his kisses traveled upward, kissing and licking her ass cheeks, moving very close to the center, close to her tiny hole. Her muscles contracted.
“Easy, baby. Relax.” A hand stroked her torso up and down. “Let me pleasure you.” His mouth returned to her ass cheek, sucking gently at first, then harder. No doubt leaving a mark.
As his tongue moved closer, she panted like she’d run a marathon.
His tongue glossed over her tight hole just when he pushed a second finger into her sex.
“Oh, God.” What an amazing sensation.
He licked her again and again. The sensation was out of this world. How could something like this feel so insanely good? It made no sense, but she couldn’t think about it anymore. She sucked in more air, delirious on the sensation, savoring the slow steady climb of her orgasm.
His fingers twisted and pumped inside her, and his thumb spun her clit in slow circles, all while his tongue stroked over her tiny hole.
“Ah,” she cried out, and the climax she was so desperate for exploded with such intensity she felt she could pass out. “Nicki!”
He continued until her tremors subsided; he pulled back, and she collapsed flat on the bed, gasping for air.
She vaguely heard the condom wrapper and glanced up to see him sheath himself. He met her eyes. His fingers entered his mouth, and he licked them clean.
Holy cow!
He laid on the bed, pulling her to her side, and spooned her from behind.
“I want to make you come like that every chance I get. You’re beautiful when you come.”
“I felt like a…” She didn’t want to say it. She didn’t want to mention that was the exact thing she’d witnessed with Jack and the Blonde Bimbette.
He slid his arm between her breasts, cupping her neck. He angled his body, looking down at her. “What you felt like was a hot woman, exploring her sexuality. Stretching her comfort zone. What it felt like was incredible.”
He was right.
She stared into his eyes and smiled. She was surrounded by his warmth, his tender hands, and he made her feel respected, not like a bimbo. She sighed.
He caressed her hip, lifted her top leg, and aligned his cock at her entrance, pushing easily through her slickness. The delicious fullness of his cock inside her made her tremble. He held her gaze as he continued his push-pull inside her.
Her eyes drifted closed.
“Baby, look at me. Look at me while I fuck you.”
Oh, his words. She hardly ever used those words. But now, coming from him, she somehow loved them.
They moved as one, him rocking her gently, letting the sensation build again.
How was that possible? She’d just come a few moments earlier.
He brought a finger to her clit and massaged it as he thrust into her pussy.
“Ooh.” She knew he was going to give her another orgasm. She never had more than one at a time.
“That’s right, sweetheart.” His pace increased. “Now say it again.”
What? She panted, trying to get oxygen to her brain. “Say what?”
“Call my name.”
“Nicholas.”
He shook his head. “That’s not what you said when I was making you come while licking your ass.”
“Oh… oh, God… I… I can’t remember.” Her orgasm was so close. Heaven help her. “Nicki,” she blurted.
“That’s right, sweetness.” He pushed harder, rocking her wildly as his finger circled over her needy clit.
“Unh.”
Sweat beads gathered over his brow. “You’re so beautiful and you feel so good. Come with me, baby.”