Lucy
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Just when I thought nothing could make the ache that’s bone deep inside of me stop hurting, Nash had to come along and hold me, saying all the right things, making me desperate to keep him even though I know I can’t.
He’s right. We may be real, but we’re also just temporary.
No matter how difficult it will be to lose him, I want him. I just wish he could open up to me and tell me the truth about everything that’s going on.
Still, when his hand on my back reaches up and grips the back of my neck in a tight grip, holding me in place, I welcome his mouth when it crashes down on mine. Like our very first kiss, this one isn’t gentle. It’s brutal, forceful even as Nash’s tongue demands entry. I eagerly open for him, wanting more.
If I didn’t believe before that Nash had been celibate for the past three years, I do now as he attacks me ravenously with no intentions of stopping until he gets what he needs. Within seconds of our kiss, he’s reaching for my bottom and pulling me up his body so that my legs are around his waist, a move that instantly hikes my dress up around my hips. It’s a natural instinct to press down on his lap, searching for his hard length that I quickly find and grind against. Nash swallows my moan while I inhale his deep, throaty groan as he lengthens and hardens even more against my core.
His hands cup both of my ass cheeks, squeezing hard before his fingers on his right hand relax enough to stroke my flesh since I’m not wearing any panties. They tease me until they find my folds and prod my wet entrance.
Nash’s lips finally leave mine when I whimper at the intrusion.
“Fuck, Lucy,” he grunts as his lips and tongue move down my throat to the tops of my breasts while his finger pumps in and out of me. “Let me have you, just once. Please, baby,” he whispers against my collar bone.
“J-just once?” I repeat disappointedly, because I already want more and we’ve barely gotten started. All I’ve had is his mouth on me, but I want all of him inside me, over and over again.
“Just once. I need to be inside of you so fucking bad it hurts.”
That’s such a relief to hear that my body physically relaxes, letting Nash’s two fingers easily slide deeper before I clench around them again, making him curse.
“Just tonight,” I counter as I reach down between our bodies to squeeze his shaft through his pants before I get to work unzipping them to pull his steely length free and put it where I need it. I don’t care where we are or who may see. I need this. I need him.
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.