Desire Me Now

by Tiffany Clare

  There was a tie at the back and front of her drawers. Nick undid the back, letting the material fall away to reveal her whole backside. His hand slid between her and the bed until it was cupped over her stomach, and he pulled her onto her knees. With her back to his stomach and her rear tucked against the firmness at his center, he pulled the last tie holding her drawers at the front. The material fell from her waist to pool at her knees.

  Nick’s hand slid high enough to cup her breast, kneading and squeezing the tender flesh. Her head fell back to his shoulder, and her body relaxed into his as he massaged her in a way that should have made her feel ashamed but instead made her grind her body tighter into the hardness that pressed between the cheeks of her buttocks. The pins holding her hair dug into her scalp, so she pulled them free and tossed them to the bed as her hair unfurled and fell around them.

  Her breath erratic and her skin on fire and in need of being touched, she shivered when Nick brushed her hair away from her shoulder and nipped the sensitive skin there.

  “I plan to claim you tonight, Amelia.”

  She nodded her head quickly, unable to give voice to that exact desire.

  “Say you want that,” he ordered.

  “Yes,” she half moaned, half whispered, in a voice she barely recognized.

  She had never wanted anything as much as she wanted Nick.

  Nick’s hand slid down between her breasts and over her belly button, pressing harder as his finger skimmed the crisp hair of her mound. Her breath caught in her throat as she waited for his next move. But he didn’t move his hand any lower, just hovered there, out of reach, giving her time to accept not only his touch but what was about to happen.

  There would be no going back from this. With the realization that she preferred to leap blindly forward, she ground her rear against Nick’s groin, her legs spreading wider so she could feel him closer and tighter in the folds of her sex that ached so deeply for his touch. The wetness slicked over his trousers, giving her the ability to slide against the rigid hardness that lay out of reach of what she wanted.

  Nick’s lips feathered kisses and licked a hot path along her neck. He distracted her as his free hand slipped inside the front of her chemise and lifted one breast free of the material. He squeezed her hard nipple between his fingers, pulling at the taut tip, extending it further.

  Amelia arched her back, thrusting her breast into his hand in unspoken need.

  “Please,” she begged in a hoarse voice.

  “Please what?” Nick’s breath was hot against her neck, eliciting a shiver from her. She wanted him to blow a hot stream of air everywhere on her, including the area between her thighs that continued to grow slicker with every stroke of his hand at her breast.

  “Show me more,” she said.

  As his hands released her, she was immediately aware of how underdressed she was in comparison to him. Her thighs were flush to his; her very naked bottom was pressed against his clothed form. He gathered the hemline of her chemise in his hands and lifted it higher and higher until it was over her head. He tossed it aside.

  Even though she had her back to his chest, she crossed her arms over her breasts. He didn’t stop her, his hands were busy elsewhere, one curved over her side and hip, the other tracing every bone from her neck down along her spine. Though she didn’t remove her hands from covering herself, she did relax into his touch. His lips followed the same path as his hand along her back, drawing a moan from deep in her chest the lower he went.

  When she looked at him over her shoulder, he was watching her. His gray eyes, this close, seemed darker, stormier.

  “Remove your drawers the rest of the way,” he said softly but firmly.

  Oddly enough, she felt embarrassed by her uncertainty, enough that she didn’t want to move off his lap and reveal more of herself.

  “Take your drawers off, Amelia.” Though his voice was low and calm, there was unspoken demand in his words that promised reprisal if she didn’t do exactly as he wanted.

  Uncovering her breasts, she lifted herself from his lap. Her hands were unsteady as she leaned forward on her hands and knees to pull off the material.

  Nick’s hands caressed the cheeks of her buttocks. He murmured a sound of appreciation when she was fully naked. When she tried to kneel in front of him again, the palm of his hand pressed against her lower back to keep her where she was—on all fours.

  “I like looking at you like this.” His hand trailed over her hip and down her thigh.

  Unsure how she should respond, she said nothing.

  The rustle of material behind her should have made her more nervous than she already was; instead, she closed her eyes and imagined what Nick looked like beneath his finely made suit.

  His hand landed on her hip, the touch possessive as he pulled her against his body, crushing her back to his warm, naked chest. One of his arms stretched along hers, holding him steadily above her. His skin was darker than hers; the contrast of seeing their arms naked and pressed together on the bed had her breath coming faster.

  His other hand cupped her mound again; this time, his fingers delved deeper between the folds of her sex. He would feel her wetness, and that made her blush. He practically growled when he pulled his wet fingers away from her to push her legs wider apart. She would have jumped from the sudden move, had he not being covering her like an animal in rut.

  His breath hot against her ear, he said, “Do you know what it means to be mine, Amelia?”

  She had a few ideas, but her voice wouldn’t work. She shook her head, all the while concentrating on his hand. His fingers were rubbing between the folds of her sex again, his fingers as wet as she was now.

  “This is mine. I own it. I am the only one who will see it, touch it, or taste it.” The roughness of his beard rubbed along her neck, the friction erotic with the dirty words coming from his mouth. “I am the only one who will ever fuck it.”

  The coarse way he spoke made her press back into his groin with a ragged breath. She never imaged she’d be in this position with a man, never imagined giving herself so desperately. It was new; it was exhilarating; it was so far out of the realm of what she expected that she anticipated and craved his next move.

  He spread the folds of her sex more, slipping his fingers over the more sensitive parts, causing her to jolt a little at the unfamiliar touch.

  “Shhh,” he said, and the noise was calming. “I am going to make you climax all over my hand.”

  She had no idea what he meant, but his hand moved lightly over that private part of her flesh—first back and forth and then in circles that grew tighter and tighter the faster he moved. She felt wetness slick between her thighs and gather at her core the longer he rotated his hand over that part of her. Her breath grew more irregular as her heart raced in her chest and butterflies built low in her belly.

  His fingers moved through the wetness, spreading it with each rotation. He thrust his cloth-clad penis against her backside. And to her embarrassment, she moved against his hand wanting more, wanting him to press harder than he was, wanting to never stop what she was feeling.

  Her breath came out in pants, short and needy to her own ears. Nick whispered hoarsely in her ear that she needed to climax, that she was his.

  There was no way to describe what she felt, and despite any reservations she had, her body had a mind all its own. She unfurled around him. She surrendered to the desire that clouded her better judgment.

  Utterly and completely, she gave herself to this man.

  She let go.

  “Climax,” he demanded. “Climax for me so I can claim this pretty pussy of yours.”

  It could have been his words or his motions, but she let go of the last of her reservations as she thrust back against him with the same urgency as he ground his hardness into her. Their bodies were slick with sweat, the hair on his chest abrading the sensitive skin of her back as their bodies moved together, as she reached for a finale that would end this mad delirium that h
ad encapsulated them in pure ecstasy.

  Noises she didn’t know she could make built in her throat and passed her lips with each slam of their bodies, trying to fit tighter together. Then something spectacular and different and so unexpected happened. It was as though her body had been building toward this. The sensation of complete abandon slammed through her so hard that she let out an alien sound—it was so different from any of the sounds she’d made that it should have embarrassed and tempered her, but it did exactly the opposite.

  She felt as though she were flying, her heart in her throat, her breath stalled in her lungs, as a rush of fluid wet Nick’s hand so thoroughly that when he pulled it away, he said, “Beautiful.” He smeared her juices over her nipple and areola as he tweaked and pulled hard at the tip, extending the sensation that robbed her of all ability to think.

  “Nick?” she whispered. She wanted him to continue and to stop. It all confused her so much that she let him lead her further down the path of sweet destruction.

  His hand was unforgiving where it kneaded her breast, but it didn’t hurt; it felt good. Her body still moved, mimicking what they’d done before she’d felt the explosion of perfect sensation and release in her body.

  Nick was loosening his trousers, his hands grazing against her as he shoved the material out of the way. His penis was a heavy weight on one cheek of her buttocks, and it caressed and bounced off her as he removed the last of his clothes.

  That part of him was soft where it touched her, yet firm as she pushed back into him in unspoken need. When she tried to turn around on her knees, he came over her body as he had earlier, though this time there was no mistaking the feel of his cock between her thighs, where she knelt in wait.

  The folds of her sex brushed that solid length of him as she swayed back and forth in his hold, never quite touching him as hard as she wanted. She felt his hand curl around his cock between her thighs, and he tilted it in a way that let the tip brush through the folds of her sex. Only it felt different and far more intimate.

  When he pulled his hand away from his cock, she felt bereft and needier than she had before. He brushed her hair over one of her shoulders and kissed her flushed skin.

  “Press your shoulders to the bed.” His voice was hoarse in her ear.

  She did immediately as he asked, hoping he’d reward her with that steely part of his flesh she was so unfamiliar with but wanted to learn everything about. He was behind her, his legs pushing out her knees so she was spread impossibly wider and open to his view. Her hands grasped the counterpane beneath her as she closed her eyes.

  To her everlasting surprise, he continued to tease her with the head of his penis, circling it around her opening, slicking the entrance and building that sensation of need in her again. She wanted to reach back and touch him and learn him, the way he had with her body, but at the same time she didn’t want what she felt now to stop. So she stayed where she was, pressed to the mattress, and absorbed every new teasing touch of his body against hers. He pressed himself against her entrance, making her pull forward and away from him when she felt the first sting of pain as he pressed the tip of his manhood inside her.

  Nick managed to keep himself poised at her entrance. His hands held each of her buttocks, spreading the cheeks apart as he held her tightly enough that she wouldn’t be able to pull away from him a second time.

  “If I could take away the pain, I would,” he said.

  Fundamentally, she’d known it might hurt to be taken by a man, and she’d not worried about it until those words passed his lips. When she tried to move away from him, he steadied her hips.

  “Do you still want this, Amelia? You can ask me to stop.”

  “I want this,” she said, her voice muffled by the blanket. She repeated her words over and over again, knowing he needed her permission.

  She realized too late that she should have said no. He thrust so hard and so true through the barrier of her virginity that she tried to pull away from the assault of his body finally claiming hers. Nick’s hands never once let up at her hips, keeping him buried deep inside her and holding them still where they were joined, even when she rose from the bed to kneel in the position she’d been in before, though that made it hurt more, so she went on her hands and knees in front of him.

  He didn’t move inside her as tears slipped down her cheeks, droplets falling on the bed in front of her.

  When she proved she had no desire to either move closer or away from him, Nick released her hips, his fingers sliding over her sides eliciting a shiver from her before he cupped both her breasts. As he leaned over her, his cock slid slightly from her tight sheath, which made her wince.

  “The pain is temporary. It will get better.”

  There was a promise in his words she wanted to believe, so she relaxed, marginally. Nick moved his hand from her breast and over her stomach, rubbing in small circles from her navel down to the crisp hair between her thighs. Finally, he cupped her sex again. Spreading the folds to find the spot that had given her so much pleasure before, he circled the bud there. He kept rolling his finger around that sensitive part of her until her breaths came shorter and faster.

  Kissing the shell of her ear, he said. “Now you will feel nothing but pleasure. Do you trust me?”

  She nodded. She did trust him more than she ought, considering the length of time they’d known each other, but he’d done nothing to give her reason to doubt him.

  “I need to hear it from your lips, Amelia.”

  He pulled her earlobe into her mouth and nibbled the end of it. She arched back in surprise, turning her pelvis up to him, pulling him deeper into her body. The burn from his originally seating himself within her was ebbing and her desire rekindling.

  “I trust you,” she whispered, just as he sucked her lower lip into his mouth.

  Nick kissed the column of her neck, nibbling between each soft caress, never once letting up on the rotation of his fingers. Gradually, the sensation of complete abandonment came back, and she started to move against his hand, allowing the thick erection between her thighs to move inside her, and which, to her surprise, was not at all an unpleasant feeling. Her back arched and her body grew pliant yet desperate to feel the release she’d felt with only his hands.

  The thrust of his penis was a new and different feeling, now that she was edging toward another release. He was slow as he pulled out and pushed back into her, careful with her, even though she felt the whipcord strength in him ready to be unleashed and given free rein of her body.

  They were both wet with sweat as they moved and slid together. He pinched her nipple, twisting it to the point of pain before letting up and soothing the pleasurable hurt by massaging her whole breast with his big hands.

  For each press of his penis forward, her pelvis arched back, trying to take him in deeper. As their pace increased, Amelia was forced to hold on to the blankets beneath her so she wouldn’t slide farther away from him. She wanted to grind that private part of herself hard against him, to feel him so fully inside her that he would be stamped into her skin and body as firmly as he was stamped into her mind.

  “I will be the only one to ever play with this little clit of yours.” The promise in his words made her moan. “You belong to me, Amelia.”

  She wanted to belong to Nick Riley. She wanted to please him in any way she could.

  Nick stole her full attention again when he took her clit between his fingers and squeezed it. She let out a hoarse cry of pleasure, torn between grinding that part of her body against his hand and pushing back to take him in deeper. Her body felt on fire, ready for another climax. She curled her hands tighter around the bedding for purchase, desperate for any sort of leverage as she pushed and pulled away from him in equal measure.

  The pace of his body moving in hers increased, making it hard for her to concentrate on any one aspect of their joining, of giving herself fully to him without thought to the repercussions. She didn’t care about that right now; she cared only
about giving him the same pleasure she felt. His hands grew rougher the faster he pumped in and out of her, never letting up, unforgiving in letting her reach her peak.

  When she climaxed this time, her whole body stilled in his hold, the slam of his body against her backside only adding to the pleasure she felt as she exploded around his hand. A rush of fluid gushed out of her and seeped down her leg as he fucked her at a pace she no longer had the energy to reciprocate.

  She fell to the bed, replete, out of breath, thrusting gently against his hand, trying to wring every ounce of pleasure from his touch and not sure if she wanted it to end. Nick let her go, grabbed her hips with both hands, and took her from behind like a beast, rutting her with a vigor she could not match.

  He let out a roar as he too found his end. She could feel the hot injection of his seed filling her in a never-ending stream that pumped along her channel, until he slammed hard into her, buried to the hilt, and let her sheath milk the rest of him dry. He pressed into her periodically, as though making sure he was empty of his seed.

  Her hips felt bruised where he’d gripped her. His hands trailed over her spine, the sweat on her body cooling fast in the room around them. His touch made her shiver, and her nipples peaked hard.

  She wasn’t sure what to do—if she should move or pull away—so she let Nick explore her in the aftermath of their lovemaking. Although the twitch of his cock subsided, his hardness did not. She held him inside her, as though her body didn’t want to be apart from him. But she also felt stretched and achy.

  “I’m going to pull out,” Nick said. “Slowly, so you don’t feel too much pain.”

  She nodded into the mattress, looking away in shame.

  His hands cupped either of her buttocks as he pulled his still-hard length from her in slow increments. Every inch was a mixture of pleasure and pain. When he was fully out, she felt his seed trickle down the inside of her thigh in a hot stream.