by Selena Kitt
“I’ll never get over how beautiful you are, sweet wife,” Nick rasped in her ear. “Especially now with your full, dusky pink lips parted, your skin glowing, your lovely high cheekbones and your beautiful almond shaped eyes smoky with desire and framed by these soft curls falling around your face.”
Keyonna whined, loving how he made her feel so hot and sexy. He spoke of each part of her with such appreciation that she swore never to feel self-conscious of anything about herself, ever again.
Their eyes met in the mirror and Keyonna knew Nick could see how desperately she needed him. Her pussy still twitched from being impaled so deeply by his cock in the shower, and how each thrust had hit its target without fail. Now she placed one of her hands over his as he caressed her dripping pussy, and then with her other hand she reached behind her so she could cup his probing erection.
Keyonna heard his sharply indrawn breath and for the umpteenth time, reveled in the size of him and how sexy they looked touching each other with such intimacy. It had always been Keyonna’s dream to be with a man just like Nick, so gorgeously masculine and physically appealing in every way who also knew just how to switch on her buttons.
She loved the way every muscle in his arms and shoulders flexed, the heat of his flesh pressed up hard against hers. It was such an erotic picture and she wondered why she’d fought her attraction to him so long in the beginning when they’d first met over business. Deep inside she had sensed he was way out of her league; or that he would never be into someone like her: a woman who could hardly claim she was anything close to the kind of models and heiresses she’d pictured him with.
And yet now here they were, together as one, the world outside forgotten as everything that mattered was right here in this bubble of space and time. Driven by a desire so strong it made her heart pound like a bass drum, Keyonna stared deeply into his darkly passionate gaze in the mirror and said in a surprisingly steady voice, “Fuck me now, Nick. Fuck me here.”
Being a man of action as she expected, Keyonna was to have her wish granted in no time. Nick pushed into the small of her back and had her bent slightly forward, her arms holding her steady against the counter as she parted her legs. The next instant Nick lined up behind her and thrust himself into her slippery, twitching center. All it took was one smooth, high-powered motion and he was buried inside to the hilt.
Keyonna could hear them both cry out at the jarring contact. Nick’s hands were heavy on her hips, pulling her tight against him as he steadied himself inside her for a few moments as they breathed harshly, tensions rising. And then he withdrew only slightly, bending his knees and then plunging right back into her pussy at a whole new different angle. This time, Keyonna screamed.
Damn but that felt incredible, thought Keyonna as her walls seemed to vibrate around his cock like the shock waves of a sonic boom. Nick must have felt how tightly her walls gripped him, because he groaned deeply, gripping her hips so much tighter she could feel each imprint of his fingers. He continued to move with choppy, hard thrusts to her very depths, each angled lunge of his hips ensuring that his dick stroked every sensitive spot in her vaginal canal.
The sounds of their red-hot sex filled the bathroom and the visual of their reflected mating teased her in the mirror as Keyonna watched Nick push and pull into her. His movements grew more driven and feral and each time he bottomed out inside her, they both grunted with half-agony, half-pleasure. This was exactly what Keyonna had needed; this was what she’d demanded for. Nick’s cock virtually assaulting her pussy, the sound of his skin smacking against the back of her thighs and buttocks as their moans of ecstasy echoed around them.
Eager for an even deeper connection, Keyonna strained her neck to the side and gazed up at Nick’s curvy mouth, her lips brushing against his jaw to get his attention. To her delight he responded instantly, bending to seize her lips in a ravenous kiss. His tongue thrust deep inside to massage against hers as his thrusts drilled faster.
“Having a hot new wife like you makes a man want to have all kinds of sex in all kinds of places,” Nick rasped thickly into her open mouth, and Keyonna shuddered deliciously in response.
“Considering my husband is freaking hot as well, I fully intend to oblige whatever he suggests,” Keyonna said on a gasp and a giggle. Her breasts swung and jiggled as he slammed into her harder.
“Oh damn that feels good,” she whispered huskily, turning to watch again in the mirror. Nick grunted some response she couldn’t discern, and then she watched with bated breath as he slid his hand down her belly and over the light strip of curls on her mound till he unveiled her clit. Keyonna let out a wail of approval when he pressed firmly unto that little swollen bead while he stroked in and out of her more powerfully.
His free hand cupped her breasts one after the other, pleasuring them as he fucked her down to the bone. Keyonna blinked several times, feeling layer after layer of bliss engulf her as her orgasm swelled. Keyonna felt Nick increase the pressure on her clit while his pace grew almost manic, his grunts deep and loud. Keyonna knew he was just as close as she was; knew the oncoming crash would be titanic.
Her legs began to tremble and she lifted her arms to clutch behind his neck as deep within, her pussy tightened around him like a fist closing and opening. He whispered four words in her ear that had her ass moving harder against his pelvic bone as she hounded after her release: “Come for me, Keyonna.”
Keyonna heard herself crying out, “Nick…oh fuck, I’m coming!” just as her orgasm slammed into her like a freight train. He rode it out with her, shouting her name as he came deep inside her, his throbbing cock brimming her once again with his hot seed. He continued to stroke inside her as he reached down for a kiss, letting the final waves of their conjoined orgasm wash through them.
Keyonna’s muscles didn’t stop breathing around his cock, and because she wanted this special contact to last just that much longer, she whispered to him not to pull out yet.
“Nothing could drag me away,” Nick growled, meeting her eyes in the mirror.
His hand was still cupped over her sex, and Keyonna sighed deeply as she lifted her hand to his cheek and turned for one more kiss.
* * * *
Keyonna remembered they’d washed off the traces of their wild, sweaty romp in the shower and then had tumbled back into bed, Nick holding her close and kissing the top of her head as he ordered her gently to get some rest. Keyonna closed her eyes obediently, and it felt like only moments later that she woke up and found herself alone in the sheets.
But now her sexy lover and husband had returned, and he was right where she needed him to be. Close at her side, holding her and kissing her in ways that made her feel both treasured as well as desired. His woman. His wife. It gave Keyonna the best feeling in the world to think she was cherished by the man who already meant the world to her.
Nick drew her down with him until they lay side by side on the pillows. Their lips drew apart but she still felt their silken connection, the mirroring passion in their locked gaze. The way he looked at her…almost like he didn’t believe she was the same person, made Keyonna feel shy as she ducked her face. But then he chuckled softly, his hand lifting to stroke her cheek. Keyonna instantly turned her face inside his palm, kissing it softly.
“I love you,” Nick said suddenly.
Keyonna drew in a sharp breath and stared up at him, knowing deep down inside that this was the first time ever she’d heard him say those words to her. It felt so good to hear them now, better than if he’d said them a million time before. Because she knew in her heart he meant them.
“Oh Nick,” Keyonna breathed, sliding closer to kiss him on the lips lingeringly. It was moments like this that she didn’t care so much about her memory loss. What did the past matter when the present felt so dreamy? And the future had never looked brighter than it did right then, with Nick’s lips warm and sweet merging firmly with hers.
“Say it again,” she ordered against his mouth, her hands sliding dow
n his chest and resting over his heart that pounded reassuringly beneath her palm.
“I love you.”
Keyonna shivered at the throb in his beautifully accented voice, pulling back to gaze into his dark eyes. “Again,” she said with a cheeky smile, but his gaze was sober as they held hers deeply.
“I love…,” Nick began, but Keyonna caught the rest of it in her mouth as she kissed him again, deeply and so hungrily that the breath seemed knocked out of them both. Her hands played over his silky-matted chest, her fingers curling into the soft hairs. And then her eager palms danced lower, moaning with pleasure in the satin smoothness of his firm skin, the way his muscles rippled beneath her touch.
“Keyonna,” Nick groaned as she explored him more intimately, her fingers dipping beneath the unbuttoned waistband of his jeans to stroke his burgeoning thickness. His breathing became ragged as the heat of passion erupted in the air, ready to bring down the walls until everything was just rubble and dust around them…
* * * *
Nick took hold of her errant wrists, switching her on her back as he drew her hands high over her head, out of mischief’s way. He thought of the last several hours spent just exploring each other’s passions and fantasies. From the bed, to the shower, then up against the bathroom counter. He’d meant it when he’d told her she could make a man want to have sex in all sorts of places with her; to discover every thrill her delightfully sexy body could bring. She drew out the beast in him but Nick still held much of his ferocious need for her back. It hadn’t been a week since the accident and they’d also had the trip over on the plane.
“Let’s not forget our intention to take it slow, hmm?” he teased softly. “I wouldn’t want you to exert yourself so soon after your ordeal.”
“Nick, I told you,” Keyonna sighed with a roll of her eyes. “I’m not made of…”
“Glass, I know,” he broke in with a chuckle, but his humor faded as he gazed down at her, his eyes darkening almost black as they skipped over her naked frame; her breasts full and firm yet as delicate as the most exotic of fruits. He bent his head to kiss them warmly, using his tongue to lave the dark tips that hardened to buttons and had Keyonna moaning softly with the pleasure of it. Intoxicated by her texture and scent, Nick dipped even lower, dusting her with kisses down to her navel. He circled the tiny indent with his tongue until she squirmed.
He released his hold on her wrists and she quickly sank her fingers in his hair and drew his head up, rewarding him with the sweet nectar of her lips.
Nick drank gustily, kissing her so hard his senses reeled. Each time they kissed he thought of those weeks he’d spent going crazy with worry and angst mingled with the feeling of being thwarted. No woman had ever got through his walls the way Keyonna had. Thinking how furious he’d been to find out she’d run out on him, and then how his heart had almost shut down when she’d had that accident – both extremes had torn him in two. One conclusion and one only came up from all that had happened: Keyonna had stolen his heart and he was happily, gladly entrapped.
Their lips clung in a molten tango and he groaned, his fingers busy delving into that secret part of her he found was as warm and slick and ready for him as ever. She blew his mind the way she responded to him so willingly, never holding back. Nick almost couldn’t wait to enjoy once more the wonders that deep, snug well held.
“Oh darling,” Keyonna gasped into his mouth, her back arching off the bed as her pelvis bucked into his stroking hand. “Oh please…”
He shushed her with a deeper kiss, not letting up from the spell he was weaving with his gentle fingers deep within her core. Not until she at last cried out her release minutes later. Her fingernails dug shallowly in his back and his name was a chant on her lips.
Nick broke the kiss, drawing back slightly and waiting until she opened her eyes and looked up at him. Her gaze was awed, her skin flushed from her recent, spasmodic orgasm. Nick loved watching her cum, see her body undulate like a belly dancer’s; a sight so radiant and even sublime. She couldn’t know what a gift it was when she succumbed to his touch and let him control her pleasure.
As she stared up at him, he found it impossible to hold back the depth of his emotions, saying deeply, “You’re the one woman in the world that means more to me than my life. Don’t ever forget that.”
“I won’t,” Keyonna vowed on a heart-felt sigh, her arms linking around his neck and drawing his face close to hers. Their breaths mingled from their parted lips, and Nick could hold back no longer. Her softness, her sweetness, called to him like a siren. Overtaken by his need for her, he sheathed himself sleekly within her velveteen snugness.
Nick lunged in deep, long thrusts, stretching out each moment like it was the last. Her pliant body glided up to meet his, and damn she could move like a temptress; her hips rolling and writhing in ways that would make even a stone statue come to life.
Keyonna crooned sexy nothings in his ear and his control snapped. Just like that, he clamped his hands on her hips and rammed in deep, his mouth latching to one swaying brown nipple as he growled deep in his throat. Keyonna’s cries of pleasure filled his ears as her fingers dug into his ass, her legs spread wide and high to urge him as deep as possible. She drove him insane.
To all the heights he went to, Nick took Keyonna with him. And she simply slayed him when she took all he had to give, even as far as to meet him halfway. He’d never met a woman like her; who took such joy in satisfying her man and whose pleasure was totally embedded in his. The moment he felt her walls begin to twitch and convulse around his grinding shaft, only then could he finally unleash the final grip on his restraint. He came in a rush of fast, heedless thrusts as Keyonna screeched and shook beneath him. Nick felt an answering tremor rock his frame as he collapsed against her; heart, soul and body replete.
Chapter Fourteen
“Phew! Am I glad you talked me into chilling out the beach. I had so much fun!” Keyonna exclaimed, walking back into the house and reclining on one of the living room sofas. She’d been so self-conscious about exposing her body in a swimsuit especially when the bruises from her accident could still be evident. But Nick had assured her she would look gorgeous and besides, the villa was on a private beach; it was just them for miles and miles.
Since that was the case, Keyonna picked her skimpiest pair, though she still felt shy walking around almost naked in broad daylight beneath the gleaming eyes of her sexy-as-hell husband. Gone was the brooding, controlling Nick she remembered. He was just the perfect gentleman, attentive and charming. They had their romantic walk on the beach and then a picnic high on some rocks overlooking the water. The serenity and the eloquence in every wave and cloud was mesmerizing.
They’d talked and she’d flirted terribly with him; it still felt like the first time when she was around him and Keyonna took delight in teasing him with saucy comments he least expected. Like telling him that though she’d always found him cocky when she first met him, she’d had sleepless nights filled with fantasies of being taken hard and roughly by him.
“And just in case you’re wondering, baby you’ve succeeded in fulfilling every one of those raunchy fantasies,” Keyonna had cooed in his ear, and he’d growled, grabbing her by the waist and spinning her round and round on the sand. Keyonna couldn’t stop giggling as she clung to his broad shoulders dressed in a white linen shirt, left unbuttoned beneath his rolled-up matching white pants.
“You do great things for my ego, little one,” Nick had teased, his dark eyes pleased and crinkling. “I’ll have to remind myself not to get a bighead before this honeymoon is over.”
Keyonna had merely laughed, glad to see him look so happy. And now he sat next to her on the sofa, handing her a glass of a cool cocktail which Keyonna sipped on gratefully.
“I think the walk out in the sun has brought the bloom back in your cheeks,” he said with a tender stroke of his knuckles along the side of her face. “I was beginning to feel guilty, barely letting you go from bedroom to
shower in all the days since we arrived.”
“Hmm,” Keyonna purred, looking at him over her glass and meeting his wolfish grin. “I recall we did make it to the kitchen a few times – after all we both couldn’t live on hot sex alone.”
Nick let out a deep chuckle as he took her free hand and kissed the knuckles warmly. “Speak for yourself, cara mia. This sexy body’s got all the nourishment a grown man like me needs.” And to buttress his point, he lowered his head to take a hearty nibble from her bare shoulder, making her squeal.
But then Keyonna’s eyes sobered, and she sighed deeply. “If only I could remember…” She paused, frowning slightly as she felt Nick stiffen. She’d sensed early on that he didn’t really like her straining her memory or bringing up anything that must have happened before she woke up lying in that hospital bed. And yet it was two weeks since then and even with all the happy times they’d shared here on this beautiful Greek island in his dreamy villa, Keyonna could no longer fight the factuality that there were a few pieces to the puzzle missing, and it bugged her.
Now that she felt stronger not just physically but mentally, Keyonna felt it was about time she tried to put the lost pieces back together.
* * * *
Keyonna was looking right at him as she asked, “What do you think happened, Nick?”
Nick paused, not sure exactly how or where to start. He could read the uncertainty in her eyes and he loathed himself for wishing this conversation wasn’t about to happen.
“I’ve been wary to ask,” she went on less confidently, her eyes downcast as she fidgeted with her glass. “I kept hoping it would all just come back to me eventually. But now I just want to know.”
Nick drew in a deep sigh and thought, this was it. They’d spent the last two weeks blissfully, taking each day as it came. Making each moment count. Nick had been happy to shut out the outside world; no checking his business emails, warning his assistants not to call him unless it was an unavoidable emergency.
