He came down next to her and took her face in his hands, forcing her eyes to his, placing a feather soft kiss on her lips. The smile on his lips was tender.
“Samantha, I have been in a state of constant arousal since the day I saw you at your fathers’ funeral. I have not wanted any other woman since, nor have I been with anyone for close on a year and it has been agony. I desperately need you! I need to bury myself deep inside you, to make you mine, to KNOW you are mine. I also need you to understand that however much I tried to reduce my raging need for you over the past two days, I still might lose control when I am finally inside you.”
His gaze refused to let her go, no matter how her cheeks reddened at his direct talk. It warmed her heart that he still wanted her so much after …
“You reduced your need? And how exactly did you do that”
He smiled at her possessive outburst and that it was the only thing she took to heart from everything he just told her.
“Not how you are clearly thinking! Don’t you trust me even a little, baby? I masturbated … more times than I ever did as a young school boy!” He laughed at her blush and then he turned serious, his hand lazily pulling at her nipple.
“I will never hurt you, my love, never. And if you want me to stop, all you have to do is say so. But I cannot wait any longer to at least try.”
“And what if … what if I freeze when you’re inside me and I ask you then?” She asked in a small voice.
“It will probably kill me, but yes, even then.” His eyes glowed and his voice dropped. “For all you went through, you are for all intent and purposes still a virgin, which is why you have been so responsive and unable to control your passion every time I touched you and I am elated that I am the one to unleash your passion and wantonness.”
Then he stopped talking and set out to make her body sing. His hands caressed her everywhere, drawing deep moans and cries from her lips, and she shivered under his expert hands. Her skin felt alive, it tingled in the wake of his hands, his lips as they trailed the path his hands weaved, down her back, over her buttocks, all the way down her legs and back up, eliciting tortured moans from deep within her soul. Nicolas wanted to taste every inch of her body and could not get enough of the taste of her. He whispered his desire in her ear, melting her heart even further.
He turned her on her back and his hand slowly caressed her stomach to follow with his mouth, lower over the flat plane below her navel, then down the one leg and back up the other. His fingers lazily drew small circles closer and closer to her core on her inner thigh and she stiffened, but he moved away and his tongue dipped in her navel, forcing a low mewl from her, at the same time feathering his finger over her bald mound. She sighed and her hips lifted instinctively towards the touch.
He slowly pushed his one leg between hers and pulled hers apart, inch by inch, until she relaxed and allowed him to pull her legs wide open. His hand dropped and drew small circles on her thigh, and on the inside where her leg met the apex between to softly caress with his fingers from the bottom of her inner leg slowly upwards to the top, only to feather over her mound and stroke down the other side. He hesitated, his mouth now sucking loudly on her one nipple, his eyes trained on her face. He allowed his fingers to softly caress over her feminine folds, so soft she didn’t feel it at first, then with more pressure and she stiffened, her eyes surged open and her whole body tensed. He moved his hand to her mound to softly rest it there, moving to her other nipple and sucking fiercely, pulling her nipple upwards and gently nibbling on the tip.
Her moans increased and he continued until she moved restlessly below him again. He pulled her nipple deep in his mouth and released it with a pop and she cried out in ecstasy, her hips rising to press against his lax palm covering her mound. Suddenly the heat of his body left her and her hands reached for him.
“Nico … NICOLAS!” She shouted and looked down at him in shock. He had settled between her legs, pushed his hands under her hips to caress her stomach, his chin resting negligently on her naked mound. She wriggled, trying to escape his hold, but he held fast.
“Easy, baby. I promised I will never hurt you, but you are still scared.” He lifted his hands and wiggled his fingers at her before he closed them around he breasts.
“See … no hands! Just relax … you need this, honey, Lord knows … I need this.” Still holding her gaze captive he lifted his head to place a lingering kiss on her mound, just above the cleft that hid all her womanly treasures. Her breath caught and then rasped through her lips caught between her teeth, her gaze burning into his. His breath tickled lower and he blew gently on her velvet nub just barely visible between her folds. Her hips lifted off the blanket and he smiled at her response.
His tongue flicked out to barely lick her swollen clit and she whimpered, then he circled it with his tongue, pressing down harder and Samantha yelped and bucked against his mouth, her nails digging into his biceps, leaving bloodied half-moons in their wake. Nicolas felt nothing, his eyes locked with hers, sizzling with desire. She closed her eyes and he growled against her clit and her eyes sprang open. The light shake of his head demanded she keep them open and she obeyed.
He continued the torment on her clit, now pulling it gently in his mouth, stroking and licking, then gently sucking and she bucked violently. His tongue and mouth on her, wet, but firm, felt incredible and to look in his eyes while doing it churned the heat all the way to her toes.
He licked and stroked her until she was nearly bursting and on the verge of release, he pulled his one arm from under her and gently, very gently pushed one finger between her folds only to groan as the tight walls and heat gripped him and pulled him deeper, her wetness soaking his finger. He thrust slowly, watching her all the time, noticing her need rising higher and higher and he pushed another finger deep, thrusting deep, slightly faster and harder, she bucked uncontrollably against his mouth, his hand.
Then he stopped and ignored her scream when he replaced his fingers with his mouth and greedily lapped at the juices seeping from her.
“Oh my God, Nicolas!”
His fingers now stroked and pinched her clit, his tongue thrust in and out of her heated core. The pressure build inside her and she reached desperately for something, some release and bucked and rocked against his mouth and hands, she clasped desperately with her one hand at the blanket under her, and her other racked bloodied streaks down his arm. Her release was upon her and Nicolas increased the pressure of his thrusting tongue inside her, pinching her clit a little harder and watched her come, greedily lapping at the nectar her release offered to his probing tongue.
Her body trembled and the walls of her core rippled around his tongue, he kissed her deeply and she cried out as the full force of her release hit her so hard she trembled and stopped breathing, her back bowed in an arch as the stars exploded in her head. He kept kissing her gently, until her body sighed and became lax. He moved up and over her, to settle his big body between her thighs, leaning on his elbows, gently nibbling at her lower lip and kissed her deeply when she allowed him entrance.
She tasted her own juices on his lips, his tongue and it heated her core immediately. Her tongue danced and dipped in his mouth and her arms folded around his back to hold him close.
Nicolas pulled back and gazed with barely controlled desire at her. She frowned.
“Nico … what about you … you didn’t …” His smile was strained, but his body on hers still gentle.
“You do not really think I am done with you, now do you, baby? Oh no my love … this was just the beginning.” He turned away, pulled his jockeys off and grabbed one of the silver packets he had thrown on the blanket next to him to quickly cover his shaft.
His hands caressed over her stomach to lightly stroke and fondle her clit; he was elated when she did not even flinch and only groaned loudly as he pushed two fingers deep into her wet heat. He watched her eyes and smiled warmly when he saw the moment her passion ignited and he thrust his fingers in and o
ut, faster and deeper, his thumb stroking her clit. She started moving restlessly and her eyes begged his.
“What baby? Tell me what you need?”
“You … I need you!” Her hoarse pleading voice shattered his control and he froze, his heart racing in his chest, hammering so fast and hard he marveled that it didn’t plummet right through his chest wall.
She rotated her hips against his and caressed the strong lines of his back to grasp his buttocks to press him hard against her; his breath whooshed out of his body, his shaft grew impossibly hard and thick.
“Stop. Samantha stop! I am on the verge of losing control and I could still hurt you. Please … just give me a minute …”
Samantha didn’t want a minute, she wanted him now. He proved that he would not hurt her, and she needed him inside her. She was over her fear, and now she wanted it all. She wanted him!
“No, now! I trust you, Nico, I trust you! Make me yours!” He could deny her no longer and rose on his arms, his heated gaze scorched down her body.
“God, you’re beautiful.”
He ground on his teeth, forcing his body to slow down. He grabbed his shaft in his one hand and twirled the tip just inside her, wetting him with her liquid heat. A low growl escaped him and his arm holding him up trembled. Samantha buck towards him when he pushed the tip in again and he went deeper, her head was thrown back and she mewled.
“Honey please! I am going to combust if you don’t … oooh!”
He pushed in deeper slowly and there was a burning inside her as he pushed in, inch by inch, stretching her slowly to accommodate him. She winced, but the burning pain and discomfort of his entry was weak in comparison to the pain of her need pulsing in her groin. She wanted more, she wanted all of him … and he was going too slowly.
He looked up at her, his face tight and his jaw rigid. “You are so hot … so wet … so damn tight! Tell … me … if I … hurt … you,” he ground out between clenched teeth and pushed in a little deeper.
Samantha watched him through passion filled, hooded eyes, then bend her legs with her feet flat on the ground next to his thighs. She kept her gaze locked with his and whimpered when he pulled his shaft back slightly only to push in a little further, but she used her position and thrust her hips upwards hard against him forcing him to the hilt and screamed at the sudden sharp pain burning inside her.
Nicolas felt the barrier pop when she forced him in all the way and he froze. Good God, how could it be?
Samantha took deep gulping breaths, forcing her body not to panic, not to freeze up on them, working through the burning pain pulsing around the impossible length and size of him deep inside her. His eyes burned into hers, his jaw so tense it looked as if it was cut from stone. The tears were in her voice when she spoke.
“Nico, tell me … please tell me what I think just happened, happened!”
“Yes … I don’t … NO … Good Lord woman … DON’T MOVE! If you move now, I will rip you apart. I am hanging on a threat here.”
His eyes softened on hers and he smiled through the tense passion that had control of him.
“I don’t know how … and I don’t care … I am just elated that what you just gave me, makes you mine … all mine … and ONLY mine. I am going to try my best, but I don’t know if I will be able to hold back … I pray to God I don’t hurt you!”
Then he started moving and she mewled at the feeling, the friction of his big shaft inside her thrilled her. The pain was gone and the pressure was building inside her, begging for release. He withdrew slowly and thrust back in fast, with controlled strength that made the veins bulge in his neck.
Samantha moved in unison with him, but soon frustration rode her high. He was controlling his movements, slow and steady and she needed more, she needed to feel his hard, deep thrusts, thrusts she knew he craved and was too scared to unleash.
She bent her knees and pushed hard against him with his next downward thrust, lifting her hips off the blanket and he growled.
“DON’T”
“YES … honey please, I need what you need! I need all of you … not what you think I can take. I am ready for you! I have been ready for you for ten years! You showed me what desire and passion is about, and I can take all of you, I WANT ALL OF YOU! Now Nicolas! Don’t make me wait any longer!”
Her passionate pleas crumbled any control he still had and she unleashed the full power of his lust for her. He looked into her eyes, his arms straight holding him over her and he started moving, plunging into her fast and hard. His fingers found her clit and he pinched hard and she screamed his name as wave after wave of release immediately hit her; her walls tightened around him and he felt her explosion in the rush of juices that coated his shaft.
He leaned back, stood on his knees and pulled her up against him, her back arched at a high angle with her shoulders on the ground. He pummeled frantically into her, faster and harder than before, his release rushing towards him even as Samantha was light headed from her orgasm and her hands grabbed onto his holding her hips in place. She watched his face and exulted in the tense passion visible there, the muscles in his chest and arms bulging with strain. His fingers stroked over her clit again and she bucked against him. Good God, he played her body like a guitar, the heat immediately tightened painfully in her groin and her breathing became haggard, his eyes caught hers.
“Sam … an .. tha … baby, I’m … oh God, I’m coming. Hold … on … BABY!” He pinched her clit hard and pounded his shaft into her, his whole body tightened and the strength of his release that shot from his body was so forceful he had to move into her and slammed her flat back on the ground, his shout echoing against the boulders, his shaft nestled even deeper than before.
The feel of him tightening and throbbing inside her send her over the edge again and when the heat of his release filled her she cried his name when her climax took her even higher than the others before did.
Nicolas nearly crushed her where he was lying on top of her struggling to catch his breath, his face nuzzling her neck. Samantha took deep breaths, her breathing still haggard, but she kept her arms clasped around his back, tears trickling down her temples.
Eventually Nicolas realized he must be crushing her and he drew his chest up on his elbows, his semi aroused shaft still encased deep within her body. Even after his shattering climax, his shaft remained hard and he smiled wryly. It is a good thing Samantha slept for nearly two days … she would not get any sleep tonight!
Then he looked into her eyes and his whole body turned to stone. Tears were streaming down her face and she sobbed quietly in his arms.
Chapter Fourteen
He tried to pull out of her, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched his arms. His mind was in shambles. He knew he would hurt her! He lost all control at the end, remembering how he rammed into her when his climax hit him.
“No … stay. I need you … to stay!” He kissed the tears from her eyes, concern shining from his eyes.
“Did I … hurt you?”
“No, oh no, Nico! You didn’t.” She took his face between her hands, pulled him down and kissed him tenderly on his lips. He looked deep into her eyes.
“Then why are you crying, honey?” He smoothed her hair away from her face, gently caressing her cheek.
“I’m not crying …” A soft sob belied her resolute statement and he smiled in relief.
“Oookaay … sooo, why is there water dripping from your eyes, then?”
She smiled blindingly at him through her tears and fortified the string around his heart for good.
“Thank you … you gave me the most wonderful gift, something I will treasure for the rest of my life. You … I never thought … can we … can we do it again, please?”
His heart stopped beating and he struggled to absorb the rush of emotions her shy request emanated in his mind. The kiss he gave her was the most caring, tender and loving he has ever given her, causing more tears to squeeze through her eyelids.
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nbsp; His shaft jumped inside her when her tongue searched deep in his mouth and she moaned, rotating her hips against his, locking her ankles behind his back. He growled against her lips, lifted his head to look deep into her eyes. Searching and finding the spark he was desperately seeking.
He slowly pulled back, watching her eyes flare and widen when he plunged back in, tortuously slow. Samantha’s body trembled; heat flooded her insides and churned painfully in her groin. His slow plunges were driving her crazy, her nails dug into his lower back where she clawed at him as her need burned quickly higher and higher.
Nicolas kept her eyes captive, the feelings and desires clear for him to see, driving his need so high he felt as if he was soaring in the sky. He could hardly believe he was so ready for her again so soon after the shattering climax he just had. Her desperate and uncontrolled breathing caused her breasts to jiggle even more in time with his thrusts and he groaned. She moved in unison with him, her eyes begging for more, but gnashing on his teeth he was adamant too maintain slow and steady thrusts, watching and feeling her need rising. She was nearly there and he had to concentrate to keep his release from rushing through him.
She needed this, and he needed this, to watch her and to feed her need until she had no control over her body. He didn’t touch her apart from where he ground and rolled against her clit every time he plunged forward, he bend his elbows so that her breasts rubbed against his chest as she moved back and forth with every thrust into her. She mewled and he smiled. He loved it when she did that. It was a pleading, animalistic sound, a low deep cry from within her soul.
Her head moved back and forth against the blanket, she whimpered and dropped her legs from around his waist to bend them and put her feet flat on the ground. He stopped moving in her and she cried out. He caught her eyes and frowned at her.
“Oh, no you don’t! If you dare lift your hips unless I lift them with mine … I will stop.”
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