by Blue Saffire
He is all pure perfection. Tight muscles under smooth, flawless tanned skin. I let my eyes graze over his perfect chest down to his beyond perfect abs and take time to soak them in. His chest is perfectly chiseled flowing into a tight v at his waist. I lick my lips at the sight of the dark trail of hair that draws my attention downward.
I gasp and slid back further on the bed when my eyes connected with his massive manhood. Are they all that big? What have I gotten myself into? My eyes widen and shoot up to meet his.
He gives me a smug smile and steps closer to the bed. He palms my left foot fingering the zipper at the back of my shoe before tugging it down and removing the shoe. He places my foot against his stomach and holds it there holding my gaze the whole time.
He gives my right feet the same attention placing it against his stomach as well. Bending slowly bringing my knees into my chest, he reaches for the waistband of my thong and pulls it gently down until he slides it off my feet. He inhales the small scrap of fabric he now holds in his hand and smiles down at me.
It is sinking in that I am really naked in front of Nick and he is standing just as naked in front of me. His hands wrap around my ankles gentle removing my feet from his stomach and traveling gradually up my calves to my thighs and then my waist. Nick climbs on the bed over me wrapping his large hands around my waist and lifting me to move up the bed a little more.
Nick shifts to lie beside me on the bed. My stomach starts to quiver with nerves as his eyes scrutinized me. I am sure something is coming up lacking. My too large breasts, my wide hips, my dark skin, my body starts to tense as the list grows in my brain.
Nick leans over and tilts my chin up with his fingertips. Leaning over he kisses my lips tenderly. “You are perfect, Sephora. Relax, I’m right here with you every step of the way,” he reassures me.
I nod and lick my suddenly dry lips. Nick leans in again for a passionate and demanding kiss. All thoughts of anything but him dissipate. His lips move from my lips to my jawline, down to my neck, my collarbone, and the valley of my breasts.
His tongue darts out flicking between my breasts before just barely grazing along the sensitive skin of my breast to my hardened peek. I cry out as my fingers dug into the bed sheets. Nick hums his appreciation as he mirrors his torture on my other breast.
“Please,” I pant heavily.
“Open for me,” he says as he shifts over me and starts kissing his way down my belly. “I want to watch you come in my mouth.”
I moan and let my legs fall apart for him. I shiver when I feel his warm breath against my inner thigh. Nick places a wet kiss there, then does the same to the other thigh. I whimper and he chuckles. I tug the sheets for dear life when his tongue does a slow torturous tour of the seam of my sex.
On the second pass his tongue slides in deeper before he flicks my sensitive nub. I cry out his name in a wanton voice I am sure does not belong to me. That seems to encourage him as he kisses my sex as passionately and hungrily as he had my mouth. My eyes roll back as my back bucks off the bed. Nick clamps my thighs down and buries his face deeper.
My head thrashes from side to side as I moan loudly. I don’t know whether to cry for more or beg him to stop. It feels so good I think I will fall apart. I snap my head up to look down at him when his mouth latches onto me and starts sucking on my clit. “Oh Nick,” I cry and he looks up through his incredibly long lashes while a wicked smile tugs at his full masterful lips.
My body is so tightly wound I didn’t know how to get relief. The building tide just keeps increasing. I shove my fingers in his hair, holding him in place because I know somehow he will free me from this demand my body has on every cell within me.
“Let go for me Baby,” Nick growls as he slides a finger inside me. My insides begin to quake and I know I am so close to losing it. He inserts another finger and increases the pace while lapping me up and suckling my nub. “Come Baby, don’t fight it.”
I do as he says and the most powerful orgasm I have had to date rips through me like a rocket rippling through me and leaving waves of shock in its wake. Nick doesn’t stop though. He removes his fingers and laps me up until I stop trembling. I can feel my body building toward my next orgasm and just when I think I am going to explode once more Nick pulls back.
I watch him crawl up my body like a slick panther on the prowl, capturing my lips as one of his hands cups my breast, tugging and pinching my nipple. I can taste myself on his tongue and lips. It turns me on more than I ever thought it would. Nick groans into my mouth.
“I can’t wait anymore. I want you. Are you on birth control?”
“Yes, Luke made sure I started it before I left for college,” I pant and then frown at mentioning my brother now.
“I bet he did,” Nick says with a full belly laugh that vibrates through me.
Smiling down at me he positions himself between my legs and wrap them around his back. I reach for a tight hold of his shoulders. Nick nuzzles my neck and palms the nape of my hair. “Are you ready?”
“Yes.”
He tightens his grip and bites down on my earlobe at the same time that his hips buck forward into me. I cry out and squeeze my eyes shut at the multiple surges of pain. They mix with each other almost confusing and canceling each other out. Nick stills, loosening his grip on my hair and cupping the side of my face. “Sephora, look at me.”
I open my eyes to find his glazed lust filled ones staring at me. They are filled with so much want and desire. He studies my face as he allows me to adjust to him. There is so much of him to fit around.
I feel so full, he is not just long but so thick, I can feel him throbbing inside me like a pulse. My pain quickly passes and is replaced with the same desire I see in his eyes. I move my hips up toward him and he starts to move again slowly in and out.
I feel so full with each thrust taking him deeper and deeper inside me. It is such a foreign feeling at first, but as I hold his gaze and his pace gradually increases I become more and more driven by the need to have him, to keep him inside me. It feels so good I need to anchor myself to something before I float away. I dug my fingers into his back, holding on tight.
“Oh Nick,” I moan.
“Yes Baby, that’s it, open for me. Oh God, you feel so good,” he groans.
Nick grabs my hips and really starts to pound in and out of me. I throw my head back into the pillow and move my hips to match his. His growls of satisfaction tell me he likes the way I am digging my heels into his butt.
“Fuck, you’re so wet and tight,” he rumbles. “This sweet little pussy knows its owner. Doesn’t it Baby.”
“Yes, oh yes.” I am lost in his wonderful scent as his sweat mixes with the smell of sex and my body. I want to taste his skin to see if it tastes as good as it smells. I push up on my elbows and his lips meet mine. It feels like he is drinking from my mouth, sipping one moment and taking long gulps the next.
“You’re mine, I need to hear you say it, Sephora. Tell me you’re mine,” he bellows as his pace increases pressing me back down into the mattress.
“I’m yours Nick, all yours,” I cry out.
He kisses me fiercely and slows to long, deep strokes as he grinds his hips into the very core of me. I draw my hands down his slick back, grabbing his cheeks pushing his hips into me, encouraging him to quicken his pace, I am so close.
“Faster, please, Nick, please go faster,” I beg.
He lifted up on his knees taking me with him, lifting my hips off the bed. “Give me your hands,” he pants. Our fingers laced together and he holds onto me as he drills into me. It is so fast and hard my teeth are chattering, but it feels so good.
It is just what I need to fly over the edge. I cry out his name as my insides clench and contract around him and my body shakes. The spasms ripple through every nerve, every cell, every fiber of my being. I think my brain is even tingling as I see stars behind my lids.
“You’re so beautiful when you come,” he groans. Nick keeps pumping pushin
g me to my third orgasm and shortly after my fourth. I feel wrung out and don’t think I have it in me for the fifth until we both cry out together.
“Fuck Sephora,” Nick roars to my chorus of his name. I feel his hot seed pump into me giving me a strange feeling of being connected to him as his length pulses inside me.
Nick collapses on to one arm and his face dropping into the crook of my neck as he breathes heavily against my skin. When his breathing returns to normal, Nick lifts his head to look in my eyes. He looks at me as if he is in awe. He brushes his thumb across my swollen lips while shifting onto his side beside me.
“You are amazing,” he murmurs. “That was amazing.” He plants a chaise kiss to my lips, then pulls my body to his to snuggle close.
“You were great too, I guess,” I say shyly.
“You guess?” he snorts. “We’ll just have to make sure that you know.”
“In that case, I’m really not sure,” I tease and blush.
Nick roars with laughter, pulling me closer and planting a kiss on the top of my head.
Chapter Twelve
The Next Morning
I moan as I blink the sleep from my eyes. I clutch the sheets as I come out of my sleepy fog. I look down to find Nick working his magic tongue again. I smile and arch my back. We had showered earlier before I fell asleep and Nick warned me my body wasn’t safe if I insisted on sleeping beside him naked.
He is making good on his word. “I want you, Sephora. I can’t sleep knowing you are right next to me,” Nick murmurs against my soaked flesh. “You taste so good, Baby. So sweet.”
“Nick,” I cry out pushing my hips into his face. From what Kimmie and Ettie told me some girls never experience an orgasm. That is not the case with me and I wonder if it is because the man playing my body like a fiddle is an expert or am I just such a willing participant.
I am crying out my release with just a few strokes from his proficient tongue. It’s like he knows just the right spot and just the right amount of pressure for each stoke that will stroke the fire inside to perfection. None of my childish fantasies about Nick can match the real thing, not even coming close.
Nick is over me nipping at my lips. His hands cupping my butt as he hums, squeezes, and deepens his kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck not ever wanting this moment to end. Nick’s large hands spread my legs open wider from underneath and he sunk into me. Leisurely this time, inch by inch.
My fingers sank into his hair as I claw at his scalp running my fingers through it until I have something to grip a hold of. He is putting so much passion into each kiss, each thrust of his hot tongue against mine. It is like he is making love to my mouth.
I sob in protest when he pulls his mouth away only to cry out in pleasure when his hot mouth clamps down on my nipple. He sucks on it and licks circles around it. I feel like he has just found an express route to my orgasm. Faster than I can think Nick is lifting me from the bed as he pushes up on his knees bringing me to straddle him.
The pleasure that was ready to erupt pulls back just hovering in the background. Nick gives me a sexy grin that tells me he knows and that is exactly what he wants. His hands grab a hand full of my rear and he groans looking into my eyes. Nick uses his hands to guide me up and down his length. I throw my head back in wonder not thinking it was possible to get any better than before. I was so wrong.
“Oh Nick, oh yes,” my voice cracks through the room like a whip.
“Oh yeah, Baby,” his hands tighten as his hips thrust forward. It is so hot the way he watches where our bodies are connected like it is a miracle of some sort. “I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of being inside you.”
I hold on to the back of his neck as he angles my body and uses his grip to still me while he pumps into me from beneath. My eyes lock with his and something changes. I am in awe of how I have this power over this man. A man that once held my future in his hands is now coming apart in my arms.
Whatever shifts inside him causes him to stop. I whine my protest, but he just shoves his hand into the sides of my hair drawing my face to him and kissing me senseless. Smoothly he pushes me back until we are flat against the mattress again and he is over me.
I cradle him in my legs and trying to push up to feel him moving inside me. He laces his fingers with mine and pulling my hands above my head. Staring down into my eyes, he starts to move again. It isn’t too slow or too fast, it is just right. I am right with him.
“You own me. I promise. I promise, Sweetheart. I won’t fail with you. I can’t fail with you. I promise I will keep you safe. I promise I will protect you,” he says desperately. I look into his eyes to find the same look he had in the car earlier tonight. His hands are roaming everywhere as if to insure I am still here, still whole. “Always.”
“I know,” I moan, trying to reassure his desperate pleas for me to trust him.
“Do you Sephora? Do you understand you come first? I won’t make it this time, not if I fail you,” he is talking to me, but the look in his eyes is so distant.
“I’m yours, Nick, that’s all that matters.” He seals his lips over mine with so much passion, my mind is spinning as we both found our release together.
We join together twice more before Nick passes out spooning me. I have never slept so well in my life. Feeling his warmth wrapped around me and the comfort of being in his arms. I feel …complete.
“Sephora,” I hear the murmur against my temple. “Come on sleepy head, wake up.”
“Oh no, you’re a morning person,” I groan into my pillow. “Go away.”
Nick laughs as he presses a kiss to my temple. I stretch in his arms and my body screams in protest as parts of me I didn’t know existed make themselves known. Nick nuzzles my hair and places a kiss against my neck. I can feel his bare chest and other parts of him that are now my favorite against my bare back and my body ignites at the images of last night that pop into my head.
“How are you feeling?”
“Sore,” I whine.
“I’m sorry. I should have taken it easy on you.” I turn to look at him when I heard the level of concern and frustration in his voice.
“I do remember begging for more,” I reach to touch the stubble on his face. I like the way it tickles my fingertips.
“You are a greedy little girl.” Nick gives me the sexiest smile ever.
I laugh and bury my face into his chest. He scoops me into his arms and gets up off the bed. I squeal and wrap my arms around his neck. Planting a kiss to my forehead, he makes his way into the bathroom.
The aroma of my kiwi and strawberry bubble bath hits my senses as soon as he steps inside. The tub is full of water and bubbles. I look up at Nick and smile.
“I want to brush my teeth first,” I say placing my hand over my mouth.
Nick laughs and walks over to the vanity placing me on the counter gingerly. He puts toothpaste on my toothbrush and hands it to me after placing a chaise kiss on my lips. While I brush my teeth, he brushes my hair out of the way and nuzzles my neck.
“You smell like me.” His lips whisper against my skin as he hums along my skin.
I laugh and bend over to rinse my mouth. “Then I don’t want to get into that bath.”
“It will make you feel better,” he chuckles. “Come here.”
He swipes me up into his arms and walks over to the tub. First, he carefully sits me inside on my feet and then he steps in behind me. Wrapping his arms around me he descends into the water. I nestle back against his chest as the water bites into my flesh.
We sit like that in silence until my body adjusts to the water. Nick runs his wet fingers through my hair as my head rests on his shoulder. I sigh in contentment.
“Spend the day with me.”
“What do you have in mind?”
“I want you to come to my place. I can make you breakfast and we can spend the day watching a movie or something. Whatever you want. I usually spend the day reading reports, but I want to spend time with you,” he
turns my face up with the tips of his fingers to look at him.
“Okay, but you better be a better cook than Luke and Andrew,” I tease. “Ettie has some horror stories.”
He laughs and kisses the tip of my nose. “In my best friend’s defense, he tries and from what Andrew tells us, Ettie is no better.”
I wrinkle my nose at him, “you’re right she’s not. I on the other hand can find my way around a kitchen so if you make breakfast, I want to do dinner.”
“Have I told you how perfect you are,” he grins that sexy grin of his and my heart starts to race. “Let me bathe you before I end up making lunch and not breakfast.”
I sigh and sat up, allowing Nick to wash my back. His hands are so gentle and I feel cherished as his hands move across my skin and over my body. It is sensual, but it is more appreciative than anything. The way he washes my hair makes me happy that I changed the color back. He handles it like it is the most precious silk in his hands.
I soak a little longer once he finishes bathing me and steps out of the tub. I can’t pull the smile off of my face. Reality hits me that I lost my virginity last night to Nicholas Lincoln. The man I have had a crush on since I was eighteen and we are together. He’s mine.
“Baby, your phone is going off,” Nick calls from the bathroom doorway dressed in just his slacks.
I pout to myself and sigh. I was enjoying this time to myself. “Do you see it? Can you tell me who it is?”
His disappears and reappears shaking the phone for me to see. He smiles and raises his brow at me. “It’s your mom.”
“Ugh, so not in the mood. She’ll just keep calling until I answer,” I whine as I start to get up. Nick holds up a finger for me to wait. I raise a brow at him and stand on the bath rug.
Nick swipes a finger across my phone as he reaches for a towel. My mouth pops open incredulously. I can’t believe he is just answering my phone. He walks over to me with the towel in his hands like he is not on the phone with my mom while I am standing before him in the bathroom completely naked. I blush and look down at the floor.
