by Kim Karr
Breathing hard, he lets me go and steps back.
I watch him with curiosity.
Across the room, he pushes a button and the fireplace flares to life. “Would you prefer wine or brandy?” he asks, still so very far away.
I stare at him in utter disbelief. “How do you do that?”
He dims the lights, but only slightly. “Do what?”
“Go from hot to cold?”
He turns on some soft music. “I take my cue from you, Tess.”
“I don’t do that.”
He throws me a look. “Maybe not with your words, but with your body language you do it all the time.”
I draw in a breath of defeat. “If I do, I don’t mean to.”
After a long-suffering sigh surely meant for show, he says, “It’s something for us both to work on. Now, do you prefer wine or brandy?”
Hoping his little lesson is over, and he’s ready to resume what he started, I answer his question. “Nothing, thank you.” My voice is nothing more than a rasp. “I think I’m good.”
And still, he keeps his distance. “Anything else I can get you?”
I consider covering myself, but that would only give him satisfaction. “No.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, what is going on, Nick?” I ask.
“I just want to make certain I get this right. Is this enough romance? Enough game?”
I get it now, and I ignore the teasing taunt in his voice. “Yes,” I sigh, and then add, “And I’m sorry about that.”
His gaze darkens. “You’re sorry?”
“Yes, I am. Now please come back here.”
Nick tosses me a wicked grin, and finally he moves closer, but still he doesn’t touch me.
“Please.”
At that, he takes my head in his palms and his lips make their way down my throat. “See how easy things can be when you’re nice?”
I make a noise of irritation mixed with passion.
Nick gives a huff of laughter, and I laugh along with him.
Seemingly moving past our control issues, he silences me with a deep, drugging kiss. When he slides his tongue to my ear, he whispers, “I’ve been waiting for this all day.”
I throw my head back when his mouth moves lower. “Me too.”
He kisses my bare shoulder. “Were you really thinking about this?”
I close my eyes. “Yes.”
He kisses my breast. “Tell me what you imagined I’d do to you tonight?”
I shiver in delicious delight. “What you’re doing right now.”
Nick takes a step forward, and I’m forced to step back. “Were you naked when you thought of the two of us?”
I nod, and stare up at him. “And so were you.”
His gaze goes black with heat. “Take your panties off. I want to see all of you,” he growls.
I do.
The hissing sound he makes is reward enough for complying without the cheeky banter we both seem so intoxicated by, but the way his fingers press against my now exposed clit, drives me out of my mind.
“Oh God.” I slip my hand over his, wanting more than he’s giving me.
This apartment is laid out much different than Ethan and Fiona’s house, and I know with Nick’s door closed, I can be loud and I won’t wake Max.
Nick shakes his head and brings our hands to my face, where his thumbs brush over my cheeks. “Patience, beautiful. I plan to take my time with you tonight.”
I want to argue. To tell him I need him right now, but just as I open my mouth, he leans down and takes my mouth. I wind my arms around his neck and my fingers in his hair.
Moments later, Nick breaks the kiss, but only to lift me and drop me on my back across the middle of the mattress. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Spread your legs, I want to look at you.”
With my arms above my head and my hair flamed out beside me, I stare up at him, panting, my whole body on fire as I open my thighs.
His eyes devour me, raking over me as I lay naked across his bed. “Your pussy is perfect. Do you want me to taste some of your perfection?”
My breath hitches, and I nod.
His grin is wicked. “Use your words, Tess. Tell me, you want me to eat your perfect pussy.”
“Yes, Nick, I want your mouth on me.”
He grabs hold of my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. “That’s good, Tess, but how about you make it a little dirtier. Make me believe it.”
I already told him I’m not kinky, but the words get stuck in my throat. I can’t say them.
Maybe because I don’t believe them?
Who cares anyway, he knows what I want.
Then I think, maybe he’s making sure I know it too.
And besides, if I didn’t before, I do now.
That’s when the words finally come to me. “All day long I couldn’t stop thinking about you fucking me with your mouth. I imagined you came to see me on your lunch break, and that you whisked me away to the bathroom, where you lifted my skirt and fucked me with your tongue until I came all over your face.”
His exultant groan echoes around the room, and then let’s go of my ankles. “Stand up,” he orders.
The tone of his voice makes my pulse race, and I scurry as fast as I can to stand up. Just as I do, he takes a seat, like a king, sitting on his throne. I have the oddest urge to put my hands behind my back, so I do.
“That’s it, Tess,” he says, grabbing my hips and moving me between his legs. Once I’m in place, he drops to his knees where he places his mouth on my pussy and his hands on my ass. His fingers skate up the middle and back down. Over and over. All the while, kissing my soft flesh lightly.
“I want to make you feel good.” His voice grows hoarse. “Do you want that?”
“You know I do.”
He nips at my inner thigh. “Say yes, Tess.”
I throw my head back. “Yes.”
I can feel his grin. “That’s what I want to hear. Now I’m going to lick you, suck you between my lips, taste you, eat you until you scream.”
My breath catches on his words.
True to his word, he starts to suck and lick me, and the muscles in my thighs begin to tremble and tighten. Then he slides a finger inside me, and I wonder how it is something like this has never felt this good before.
“Oh, God, yes,” I whimper. “I don’t think I stand much longer.”
I’m on my back in a hot minute, and he’s hovering between my legs with his mouth on my bare flesh and his tongue circling my clit.
His tongue slides inside me, fucking me in slow, sensual strokes. Over and over, he continues to lick and suck me. Soon, I arch in ecstasy and cry out as the sensations take over me and I have to remind myself to breathe.
“Come for me,” he says huskily, raising his head to look up my body.
“I want to wait and come with you,” I pant, writhing in pleasure beneath him.
“Come all over my mouth, Tess. I’ll work you up again, I promise.”
“Okay,” I moan when he slides his tongue back inside me, fiercer than before, as if tasting me from the inside. “Yes,” I moan even louder when he slips his thumb over my clit, rolling it as he continues to lick and suck in perfect rhythm.
“You’re so tight. So wet. So ready,” he groans.
I close my eyes as I start to lose myself.
I clutch the sheets.
Just then my ass comes off the bed, and I thrust upward at the pressure he exerts with his thumb. “Now, Tess,” he growls. “Let go.”
He strokes me with his thumb and his fingers and his tongue, and I am unable to hold back any longer. I come in a hard rush, going wild beneath him. My inner muscles clamp around his fingers, my legs close against his head, anchoring him to me, and my toes curl as pleasure rips through me. I roll my hips and buck, as wave after wave of my orgasm takes control of me.
I know it is so cliché when a woman says she sees stars, but I see stars, the moon, and every planet in the sola
r system. I never want this amazing feeling to end. When I finally stop moaning and float down to earth, he pulls his face away from my pussy.
I miss his warm breath there immediately.
Standing in front of me, he leans down and places his palms on either side of my shoulders, and then he kisses me.
Pulling back slightly, he stares into my eyes. “Do you taste how sweet you are?”
Heat rushes to my cheeks.
He lifts my chin. “Don’t be embarrassed. You taste like sweet honey, and I want you to taste it.”
I sigh and slide my hands over his shoulders. “Take your shirt off.”
He laughs, “Round two?”
I nod. “You promised me you’d make me come again, this time I want you to do it with your cock.”
He raises a brow, impressed with my dirty talk. “If you insist,” he says, pulling his t-shirt off and tossing it to the ground. He then drops beside me so we are facing each other and I run my fingers down his smooth chest, tracing every line and muscle. When I reach the top of his jeans, I look at him.
His face is filled with desire.
“Take your pants off.”
His eyes sparkle with amusement as he lifts his torso and lowers them, kicking them off easily. Immediately, his cock stands straight up. He is long and hard and beautiful. And I can’t wait to touch him. I have him in my hand and am stroking him before he has even laid back down.
He covers my hand with his. His hand moves mine, up and down his erection in smooth even strokes. I wouldn’t have ever thought I could be even more turned on, but my sex clenches as my palms rub over his silky smooth shaft.
After allowing me to stroke him a few more times, he reaches over to the bedside table and pulls out a condom. “Fuck me,” he says to me as he rips it open.
I can’t wait.
As soon as he puts the condom on, he pulls me on top of him. I am on my knees and stare down at him. At his flat belly that is tight with muscles. At his strong arms. At his face. At him.
Just him.
He positions himself with ease and I lower myself down. He fills me and it feels so good. His hands are on my hips and he guides me. Moving me up and down—slowly at first, then faster, much faster. His hips are surging forward. He is groaning. I’m moaning as my lower belly coils with tension and my thighs begin to vibrate.
His hands shift a little and he lifts me off him, his cock is so hard it must be painful. “Lie on your stomach, I’m going to make you come even harder this time.”
I don’t even hesitate. I flip over quickly.
He gets off the bed and pulls me toward him. “Get up on your hands and knees, baby.”
Baby.
That’s twice.
I like it.
I look over my shoulder and see him grasping his cock with one hand, and then I feel him spreading me open with the other. He then positions himself at my pussy and pushes in so slowly it almost hurts.
In and out.
In and out.
Slow.
Delicious.
As he thrusts deeper, his hand goes to the crease in my ass, and he circles me with his thumb. The new sensation has my pussy fluttering. “Do you like this?” he whispers leaning over my body and into my ear.
“Yes,” I cry out.
“I want to take it. Have you ever had anyone there?”
I shake my head no.
“Do you want me to fuck you there someday, Tess?”
“Yes,” I cry out again.
“Soon,” he growls in my ear. “Very soon.”
His thrusts grow harder and faster with each passing moment. He reaches underneath me, circling my waist, his fingers splaying wide against my belly. Then he lowers his fingers, delving into the folds of my pussy. As soon as his finger brushes over my clit, I cry out, “Oh God, yes, Nick, yes.”
The moment I scream out his name, he thrusts harder and deeper. He’s now stroking my clit with more pressure, and then he presses his thumb against the pucker of my ass with the other. That’s when I fly over the edge.
I’ve had hundreds, maybe thousands of orgasms in my life—never have I had one like this.
My hands ball into fists and I scream out—loudly.
“Fuck,” he hisses as he stills his body.
My body shakes and trembles and I collapse on the bed. Nick follows, laying his chest on my back and kissing my shoulder.
“Oh, my God,” I manage.
“You feel like heaven,” Nick grunts.
“I’ve never come like that before. That felt so incredible,” I whisper.
“I know the feeling,” he admits.
Silence falls between us as we struggle to catch our breath. Neither of us delve into our orgasms any further.
Then Nick shifts, pulling out of me, and we both moan.
Soon, too soon, he stands to dispose of the condom. “Are you thirsty?” he asks.
I shake my head no.
While in the bathroom, I hear him turn the shower on, and I’m surprised when he comes back into the bedroom right away.
He extends his hand. He is so close to me I can see the blue glimmering in his eyes from the faint light illuminating the room. “Come on, let’s take a shower. It’s early still, so I have plenty of time to romance you properly.”
I accept his proffered hand. “Nick, please stop teasing me about that. I didn’t mean it that way at all.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to sit outside beside a fire with a glass of wine and enjoy the view?”
I step toward him. “No, that doesn’t mean that.”
“Does that mean you don’t want to be naked under a blanket while I feast on your sweet pussy again?”
Laughing now because really, he is taking things too far, I step even closer and jump up, wrapping my arms and legs around him. “I definitely didn’t mean that.”
Firmly holding me, his thumb strokes up the crack of my ass and once again circles the puckered area. “Does that mean you don’t want me to do this?”
I press my face against his shoulder and bite down in pleasure. I had no idea how good that could feel. “No, it doesn’t.”
“You like that, don’t you?”
I nod. “Very, very much. Not only do you have a magical tongue, but magical fingers too.”
He nips at my lip. “And penis.”
I nod.
“Say it, Tess, I want to hear the words.”
I giggle. “You also have a magical penis, Nick Carrington.”
“Good. Now that we got that straight, there should be no more problems between us. Do you want to get started on the magic penis right now,” he says, circling my puckered skin.
I shake my head no.
He circles his thumb and I press my soaking wet pussy against him. “You sure?”
I nod. “One earth-shattering experience a night is all I can handle.”
“Earth-shattering? Say that again.”
I bring my mouth to his. “Shut up and kiss me.”
“Say please.”
“Please,” I breathe out.
“You’re learning,” he says, and then his mouth is on mine, owning me, and taking my breath away.
For sex with Nick, I will learn to say please.
With Nick, I might even beg.
Nick
FOR AS LONG as I can remember I’ve always been somewhat of a selfish prick, especially in the sack.
Sure, I liked to get women off, but only because I knew it would make my orgasm that much sweeter.
Getting Tess off though, that is something I can’t get enough off. The sounds she makes. The way she moves. The way her body responds. Her orgasms are like a drug, the more I get, the more I want.
And when she gets me off—fuck, it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt.
Today is Monday, and Tess had Max for the morning while I went to work. I knew she’d be taking him to preschool around eleven, so I called her and asked her to drop back by Fiona and Ethan’s place for a qui
ck second before heading to the café. Max was being a chatterbox, so she didn’t play fifty questions or try to argue. I’m sure she thought it would be easier just to do as I asked. And yes, she’s learning, and yes that made me smile.
The reason for the quick rendezvous—I had a gift for her, well actually two.
As soon as she walked up the stairs she saw it. The old-fashioned cash register she wanted for her café. I had put a bid on it last week on eBay, won the auction, and it arrived this morning.
Now, she’s thanking me, on her knees in front of me.
I slide my hands through her hair, curling the strands around my fingers as I lean into her. Deeper. Each movement bringing pleasure that sets me on fire.
I’ve been with many women, that is no secret, but Tess is different. I can’t explain it, and for now, I don’t want to dive too deep. All I know is that when we’re together we talk about things I have never talked about. We laugh more than I ever remember laughing. And our chemistry in bed is off-the-charts.
I think I now understand the meaning of the phrase, ‘pussy-whipped.”
My pants are at my ankles, the belt jingling against the floor as I sink into her mouth, hitting the back of her throat before sliding back out.
She licks her tongue over the sensitive underside of my cock and I groan, “Fuck, that feels so good. I don’t think I’ve ever felt anything better than your mouth around my cock.”
I can feel her smirk.
This time as she slides her mouth over my cock, she takes me so deep that I can’t hold on to my sanity any longer.
“I’m going to come, baby. What do you want to do?” I ask in a strained voice.
Her answer comes when she puts her hands on my ass and holds me to her mouth, milking my cock for everything I have.
And then I come and come and come.
Once I’m spent, she tears her mouth away from my cock and stares up at me. “Well, that was unexpected.”
I cup her face in my hands, and pull her up to me. “Yeah, but I’m not complaining. It’s not like I was going to turn your offer of a blowjob down.”
She bats my chest with her tiny fist. “I think being around you is turning me into a sex addict.”
