"Hey, how much do you love me?" Nic whispered over to her.
Victoria pretended to think about it and then stretched her arms out. "This much."
Nic shot an eyebrow up. "Only that much, huh?" he said, scratching his bare, toned stomach.
Victoria widened her reach even more. "This much!" she said, trying to pull her arms completely in the opposite directions.
Nic sighed. "Hmm, only that much," he repeated, before he walked back into the bathroom.
Victoria sat there staring incredulously at the door. Her fucking arms hurt from that little demonstration of love. Okay, she knew what to do. She didn't know where these ideas came to her from, but they did. "Nic!"
Nic opened the door again and leaned out. Victoria was lying on her back, completely naked with her legs in the air.
"I love you this much," she said, as she slowly started opening her legs until she reached a full, very spread V shape. Holy shit...instant blood rush.
Nic dropped his boxers and walked over to her. He slowly slid his fingers from her ankles down the inside of her legs and then bent down to the apex of the V and kissed her glistening love nest.
Victoria whimpered, as he started to French kiss her pussy. She felt little jolts of electricity to her brain. He was working some kind of magic with his tongue. She ran her hands through his wet, smooth hair. "Ooh, Nic...ooh, don't stop," she moaned breathlessly. He continued to lovingly assault her clit, by licking and lightly nipping it, as her legs turned into jello. And then he hit her spot. Victoria's eyes rolled back as a powerful orgasm rolled throughout her body in intense waves.
Nic crawled up her body and positioned himself on top of her. She had yet to open her eyes. He leaned down and kissed her, wishing he could take a picture of her at this exact moment.
Victoria gradually pried her heavy eyelids open, and stared up at her handsome partner. She smiled at him. "What did you spell with your tongue? I know it was something, you always do."
Nic kissed her again. "I spelled 'mine'. And don't ever forget it."
"Never," she whispered back to him.
"And when did my innocent girl turn into such a sex kitten?" Nic asked, resting his body on top of hers. Her little display of affection was beyond hot.
"It's all your fault. You corrupted me," she said back, raising up to kiss him.
"Damn right," Nic muttered, crushing her lips to his, as his hard length entered her body at a torturously slow pace. He could feel every inch of himself being invited in by her tight pussy. When he finally bottomed out, they both lightly moaned.
But he didn't start driving in and out of her, and she didn't start rolling her hips, driving him crazy like only she could do. He didn't bite her or place his hands around her neck, and she didn't beg him to do so. They just stared at each other, neither one able to move due to some invisible bond that they were sharing at that moment.
Finally, Victoria spoke. "I love you, Nic Andretti," she said, looking into his bright, blue eyes. Eyes that used to be as cold as a block of ice. But that ice had melted away some time ago, replaced by happiness, hope and...love. Love for her, and love for their son.
"I love you more, Victoria Andretti," Nic whispered. "Always."
Victoria wrapped her arms around him, feeling the wetness of her tears seeping onto her cheeks. She remembered when she thought that in just seven quick days... she could make a new start for herself. She couldn't have known then how true that statement would become.
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