In the Nick of Time

by Laveen, Tiana

  “Or what?” His brows dipped as he turned back towards her and paused, yet keeping his vise-like grip on her wrist. “Come here,” he demanded. Before she knew it, the room was shrouded in light. He’d flicked the fucking switch, causing her to bat her eyes and blink too many times to count. The shit was blinding, tearing up her pupils…made her feel as if she were on display…a doll on the runway…

  He quickly let her go, but before she could return to bed, crawl under the sheets and hide, he moved behind her, blocking her escape… and then… he pressed his need into her ass. Hard. She didn’t know what the hell he was doing, until he gently took each of his hands, framed her face, and made her face the mirror, forbidding her from turning away from her own damn reflection.

  “Take your shirt off.” He said the shit strongly, like black on black coffee with a dollop of motherfucking nerve.

  She swallowed, ran her bare foot over the other, and gripped the fabric of her tank top, becoming possessive over the damn thing.

  “No!” She’d fight… she’d fight him with everything she had, goddamn it.

  “Why not?” he growled, but then softened and pressed a tender kiss on the tip of her ear. They glared at each other in the mirror—together, reflecting back their dual images. He looked like he belonged right where he was, and so did she…

  “Because…”

  “Finish your sentence.” He trailed kisses down the side of her neck, made her melt against him… Into him.

  “Because I don’t… I don’t want you to see it.”

  “I know what’s going on.” He wrapped his arms protectively around her waist. The head of his cock prodded her ass, insistent. “You had your breasts removed, didn’t you?”

  She hung her head, then nodded before looking back into the mirror. She hated herself as her eyes stung with the heat of a fresh batch of tears.

  “Yes! They’re both gone.” She cleared her throat, held her head a bit higher. “My body is… it’s…I have a scar from the catheter port hole used for my chemotherapy, too. I… can’t believe I’m still crying about this!” She held her forehead, embarrassed, ashamed at the way she was reacting.

  So fucking what! I’d made peace with this… didn’t I?

  He nestled his head in the gap of her neck, kept forcing her to keep looking at him and her in the mirror…taking it all in. When she focused solely on the man, a feeling of awe hit her hard. He had the most beautiful smile on his face, like a ray of sun and a slither of moon, framed with rows and rows of bright, new stars.

  She noted no judgment in that smile. No disgust or pity. Simply … need.

  Acceptance.

  Caring…

  …He takes me as I am!

  But how long would that last? When he saw—really saw—how damaged she was, would he still stand there, wanting her?

  Her heart pounded in her ears, the beat overwhelming her.

  Taking that sensitive earlobe between his teeth, he gave it a gentle tug before switching position to come to stand between her and the mirror. Bereft of the heat of his skin against hers, a chill scuttled down her back. He became her new reflection—the looking glass that threw her fears, insecurities, and helpless thoughts to the wayside. He kept his eyes glued to hers, not blinking, not flinching. She shuddered as she felt her shirt slowly lifting.

  up… uP… UP…

  …it went…

  He lingered, raising the thing inch by inch as he kept staring into her eyes… as if they had all the time in the world. A tear fell from her left eye…and then another… yet, a part of her was relieved, at peace. She didn’t want to hide any longer and she knew deep down that this very moment would one day arrive.

  That day was now.

  Once he got the material of her shirt to her collarbones, he paused. His eyes were filled with love, with assurance, with desire and trust.

  Can I trust you, Nick? Really, truly trust you?

  She didn’t dare ask him, let him have further proof of her vulnerability.

  I trust you, Nick… I do.

  After a few moments, his gaze leisurely drifted below. At this juncture, she prepared herself for a look of disgust. For judgments.

  She held her chin high, trying to convince herself that she no longer cared, that he simply caught her at a bad moment, and all was well now… She was ready for him to turn the light back off, not say one goddamn word and try to forget the whole ugly ordeal. She was primed for him to walk out…but…

  He didn’t.

  Instead he smiled a bit wider, and lifted her top higher, so he could see better, and gently traced her slightly raised scars. She fell apart then, trembling from his touch.

  Relieved.

  Saved…

  She sniffed back a pending tear, feeling some sort of way as he continued on and on, treating the tormented flesh like a delicate map to some long lost fortune. It almost felt as if she still had breasts—the way he gave careful attention to her skin, staring at her not as some object of horror, but like a woman, a true blue, beautiful woman….

  “Take your shirt the rest of the way off. I want YOU to do it, to finish this up,” he requested it in a placid tone as he now guided both of his hands across her scars, over flesh devoid of all fatty tissue.

  She went to remove the shirt as he’d asked, and then hesitated when his voice broke her train of thought.

  “You haven’t let anyone see your chest since the surgery, have you?” he asked quietly as he released his hold on her, then began to slowly circle her, move around her as if she were some statue in a museum. She shuddered, while another tear poured out of her, the one she had denied admittance. Then, he paused in front of her once again, front and center, blocking the mirror again. Leaning in close, almost reverently, he placed his mouth on the aggrieved flesh. And he kissed her there, with love. He traced the scar with his fingertips and the tip of his moist tongue, which had her fall deeper under his captivating spell.

  “Ahhh.” Her eyes fluttered as he continued on. “No…” she finally answered. “I’ve always kept my shirt on. I hid inside of my clothes; they became more than fashion. They became a way of life…”

  He stopped his ministrations and stood straight.

  “Do you remember what you told me a few weeks ago? I was going through one of my moods.” He looked deep into her eyes. “I was having a rough afternoon and you leaned over to me and said, ‘If we are going to heal, Nick, then we have to expose ourselves.’ Taryn, you were right. Isn’t that what we’re being taught? Isn’t that what we’re learning, baby?”

  Bending back down, he flicked his tongue up and down and all around her chest, causing her to moisten at an accelerated rate. The garden between her legs turned syrupy, threatening to trickle down her damn leg. “Taryn,” she heard him say in the distance. “I think you’re beautiful and perfect just the way you are. You’ve taught me so much…” Elated, she dragged her fingers over his hair, feeling a bit stronger, feeling… in love.

  “How can someone so lovely cry about how they look, hmmm? Doesn’t make any sense to me.” He looked up at her and winked.

  She couldn’t help but smile at his words, said between gentle pecks against her marked chest. Then, he kissed her lips, over and over, holding her like a precious object. Releasing her at last, he made his way behind her to embrace her around her waist, so close, so tight. They both gazed into the mirror at each other as he held her to him.

  “I’m in love with you…” he admitted. A huge admission; so damn much. She believed those words for his eyes never lied. And in them, she saw the truth… Nick was loving her hard…

  “Your scars have a beautiful story, baby…and in that, you are pure perfection.”

  Warmth crept from her pussy, her brain erupted with pleasure and meandered to her damn throat, her core felt light-hearted and giddy at his arrival into her welcoming heart. He spun her towards him, perused her chest again, and delivered two of the sweetest kisses she’d ever received…one on the left side, and on
e on the right…

  He sighed, then turned the light back off. She stood there as his shadow loomed and he whisked her off of her damn feet to carry her back over to the bed, laying her down just so. Her tears ceased as he lay on top of her, rising a bit to remove his underwear and let them fall to the floor with a sleight of hand.

  “Mmmm!” she moaned as he fortified his station between her legs and sucked her neck harder and harder, his fingers wandering all over her body, exploring.

  “Ahhh…” He moved a few inches, and then a few inches more, his hair brushing against her chin as he went

  down…

  down…

  D

  O

  W

  N

  …Kissing her all…along…the way …

  “Ahhh….”

  She felt free as a bird flying in the vast sky after captivity. Arching her back off the bed, she stared up at the ceiling, grasping fistfuls of thin, white sheet as he continued his sensual excursion. Her lips parted on a sigh as the man’s mouth, heated and plush, landed between her thighs.

  Hungry.

  Kiss…

  Kiss…

  Kiss…

  He went on and on, delivering tender pecks along his leisurely way, teasing her, driving her crazy. He slicked his tongue up and down her dripping wet slit, then spread her further open with his thumb and forefinger.

  “Mmmm…” She pressed her head into the pillow as he nestled between her thighs, sucking harder and harder, catching her clit between his roving lips. “Ahhh! Ahhh!” She squirmed beneath him as the wetness and sensation of his tongue meandered, travelling her pussy like a nomad. “Ahhh…Oh…shit, Nick…”

  “Mmmm…” he groaned between tastes as he looped his arm tighter around her thigh, keeping her steady. “Mmmm…so delicious, honey! You’re so good!”

  “Ahhh…Oh God…” Her eyes rolled as he delivered delight after delight. He moved expertly about, his oral skills simply exquisite…precise, and fucking relentless. Her gut crunched a bit in worry, unsure she’d be able to keep her voice down and as a result, draw attention to their dirty deeds through the thin walls… “Ahhh!” The heels of her feet slid up and down in the sheets, frantically bunching and gathering the fabric. Then, her tension neared release. Each and every one of her muscles relinquished their hold, gave up on her, left her all alone. “Oh God that feels so good!”

  Working to send her over the edge, he slicked his tongue up and down her folds, hard, then soft, loose then firm… prodding in and out of her. His exquisite tossing and turning tongue worked fast and hard, leaving her an ultimate mess.

  “Uhhh!” he groaned as he gripped her so close to his face, his lips and nose disappeared from view. He forced her thighs up high as he pushed himself further into her love, eating her pussy like he meant it. She peered down, witnessed the intensity in his eyes as he worked his magic. “Mmmm!” And he began again, gripping her like a dying man to the last straw. She tried to lift herself up, to watch the tongue-flicking fiend in action, but she fell helplessly back against the bed, smacking down onto the thing as if a brute force had knocked the wind out of her. Like window chimes, her golden hanging earrings clanked about as she rolled her head over and over against her pillow, drifting in sensual delirium.

  It was as if she’d been surrounded with sparkling, clear gems and the caress of a sensual touch, with silky cashmere for fingers, and limbs, and wet, long things that brushed and prodded against her well into the night. He lavished her essence, worshiped her pussy; his determined tongue labored against and across her pussy, soft…wet…perfect. He knew how to touch her, how to drive her crazy, make her dependent upon his damn touch. Her toes flexed and curled, and in a fit of deep urgency, she latched onto the corner of her pillow and bit into it, bearing down, as her pussy cried again to the heavens.

  “MMMMMMM!!!! JESUS!” she screamed a muffled holler as the brutal orgasm grabbed her by the groin, tensing, releasing and doubling back for more. “Mmmmmm!” Her eyes watered from the delightful sensations, but he didn’t stop—no, he kept going as if she weren’t flexing beneath him, yelling his damn name into the cushion, falling apart, and dripping into his mouth.

  “Ouuuu….ouuuu!” An aftershock hit her just before he released her, slowly crawled up her body, and wrapped his arms around her neck, kissing her lips, chin, and eyelids. Joy filled her. They lay there together for a moment or two, their naked bodies flush against one another and their jagged breaths in unison.

  Soon though, he settled once more between her thighs, securing her around him, never letting go. Looking into her eyes, he stroked her short, soft curls ever so lightly, fingers moving about like a mild summer breeze. She cracked a smile, meeting his own as the sparkling white from his mouth gleamed like cracked stars, opened up for a dazzling celestial prize.

  She sucked in air as he reached between them, groaned deep and earthly. Taking hold of his dick with one hand, he stroked the heavy head against her zone and made her toes curl in expectancy.

  Thank you! Yes!

  She gave an inner squeal of delight when she felt the substantial girth against her aroused flesh. Anything that felt that heavy surely wasn’t slight…

  “Ahhhh!” She bit hard into his shoulder blade, stifling her scream when he pushed inside of her with his thickness, opening her wide, stretching her to the limit. He moved in short, slow strokes, in and out, introducing her to his dick, little by little. “Ahhhh…shit…SHIT!”

  It had been so long, and he had so much to give. Her desires came back to haunt her, do her in…

  She released him and grabbed her pillow, bracing herself. She didn’t miss the slight smirk on his face as he must have taken pride in how she needed reinforcement to deal with his pervasive intrusion. “Nick…Shit, shit, shit!” Her breathing accelerated as the man’s cock pumped within her, spreading her in a way she was unfamiliar with… Oh yes, Officer Nick Vitale was definitely in the building…

  “Uhhhh!” With a groan, he hastened the pace of his thrusts, feeding his cock to her a bit more at each pass. “Uhhh, damn baby! Your pussy feels so good! You’re tight…shit!” Pausing briefly, he kissed her chin, took a breather…and then, he began again. “Uhhh!”

  “Mmmm!” She drowned her pleasure in the white cotton of her pillow as he continued to feed her pussy his long, thick cock, and she winced a bit once he shifted, suddenly feeling a slight curve in the damn thing.

  Oh, my God. I need to SEE this shit…

  She forced herself upward, taking him with her, and he kept right on fucking her as she enjoyed the view. Wrapping her arms tightly around his neck, she stayed the course, holding onto the bucking bronco that was leaving her pussy in a state of euphoric panic. She looked between them, and sure enough, the thick, long, beautiful thing curved slightly to the left, touching her in places that had never been explored; no one had ever scratched the surface…

  “Your dick feels so good, Nick… and damn you can fuck!” she cooed as he laid her back down, showering her with soft kisses all along her neck.

  She shuddered as he lowered his head and returned to the scene of the crime, the place where she’d lost herself, and found herself, too. With a deft tongue, he traced her scars, the shiny, slightly raised war wounds of where she’d been sliced open to remove the toxin from her temple. But funny how things change, for now her pain was being kissed away… now, those wounds were, appreciated, adored…

  She was alive because of those scars…

  She was here, given another chance, because of those scars…

  Here she was with this beautiful man, feeling his naked, lovely, hard body against hers, because of those scars, and she was falling in love.

  …Because of those scars…

  As if reading her mind, he looked up into her eyes, his body still propelling hard within her, taking her to the end of time.

  “Because of them, I met you.” Bending low once again, he placed a tender kiss where her breast used to reside. “I
got to meet and fall in love with a real, live warrior…”

  “Ahhhh!” She arched her back. So many thoughts flooded her psyche, quick images of sparkling, immeasurable joy.

  The way he looked at her when he’d first entered the group meeting room during their initial introductions…

  Even then, she’d seen something special radiate within him from the second she’d laid eyes on him. He was a kindred spirit, and in some way, they’d taken to one another, and left an indelible mark across each other’s path.

  “Uhhh! Uh!! I love you so much, baby! I. Love. You!” His weight fell upon her as he clawed at the sheets by her side, framing her with his arms. And those muscular thighs of his worked hard and vigilant between her legs.

  Nick was a hard man, but inside him sat a wounded little boy and a sincere gentleman, who simply wanted to be loved. She knew this from the way he kissed her, held her hand, told her he loved her in the cafeteria, let her know that he wanted to fuck her… offered no apology, didn’t even blink.

  He was a beast… but…

  She was his beauty…

  …And he’d shown up in the fucking nick of time…

  “Ahhh!” Her legs, slick with sweat around his lower torso, trembled as she held on for dear life, coaxing him, bringing him forward as he plowed deeper inside of her.

  “Uhhhh! Baby! You feel so right!” He fell onto her pillow, taking the material between his teeth as he buried his face within the fabric. He silenced his groans and screams as she gripped the flesh upon his back, twisting it, gnashing her teeth, then sinking them once again into his shoulder. Her pussy constricted and squeezed his cock over and over, flowing with the warmth of appreciation of yet another orgasm; she’d not felt the pussy sing such praises in so…damn…long…

  “Ahhh…Ahhh…” Pushing her forehead into his, she fastened her wrist behind his neck and they locked gazes, swallowing each other’s uneven, spastic breaths. He thrust deep and hard within her over and over again, a series of frantic thrusts, making her feel his force, and yet, something told her he was pacing himself…