I kissed him hard and fast, building the urgency with each passing second. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I dropped my hands to between my thighs and started tugging free the top button on his fly. He chuckled softly against my lips. “Someone a little eager to get to the main event?”
I laughed, slightly abashed by my own impatience. “Maybe I’ve been thinking about this for a while too.”
“Oh really?” Nick arched his brows. “Do tell…”
My cheeks went hot and I debated whether I should confess my darkest fantasy to him or not. My hands came to rest on his. “Well, right now, I’m thinking about these fingers and what they’d feel like inside me.”
“Inside that hot, wet cunt?” he growled. The sound skipped over my skin and made me shiver.
“Uh-huh.” I dragged his finger across my tongue and smiled as his eyes flew open even wider.
“Say it, Carly,” he prompted. “Tell me where you want these thick, strong fingers.”
I leaned over and put my lips against his ear. “I want them inside me, Nick. I want you to finger fuck me until I scream.”
Nick pushed me off of him, flat onto my back and with a hungry grin he popped open the button on my jeans, unzipped them, and peeled them down my legs. I writhed with anticipation as his eyes raked over my skin and down to the tiny, practically non-existent patch of lacy covering my most delicate part.
He left me only long enough to strip his tight shirt off over his head and the silhouette of his bared torso in the candlelight made me lose my breath and when he lowered back to the bed and brought his face, keeping his eyes on mine, to start a slow trail of kisses down my stomach. I damn near lost my mind. I bit back a curse as his lips skimmed the surface of my panties. I was soaking wet. “Nick…please…” my whisper was pleading. Every inch of me was tight and desperate for relief. A sweet relief that only Nick could give me.
His thumbs swept over my hips and peeled my panties down my body slowly, his eyes never leaving mine, until he’d pulled them away and laid me bare. Only then did he let his eyes feast on me. He cursed softly under his breath as he stroked his thumb through the wetness. “So sweet,” he groaned, bringing his mouth back to my skin.
I arched at the feel of his hot breath on my skin, silently begging him to put his mouth on me. “Nick…”
He smiled up at me and then flicked the tip of his tongue against my clit and a scorching fire slid all the way up my body, bursting every cell into flames in its wake. “Oh fuck…yes, please, please don’t stop,” I begged as his tongue dipped lower. Nick parted my pussy lips and licked. Like no man had ever licked me before. He had a hunger in him and when he slipped his finger inside me, I came in an instant.
“Fuck, baby, that’s nice. You like that, don’t ya? Come for me again,” he whispered, and another wave shook my whole body. His fingers were so good. I was floating. I was out of my body, overwhelmed with sensations as the buildup of another orgasm burned in me. My hips shuddered and I let go…letting the ocean of pleasure waves consume me. I’d never felt so fragile and wired before. I was lost, consumed by the powers of his fingers and tongue.
“Fuck, Nick…how do you…oh, God…do that?” I panted, unable to get back to earth.
I moaned as he pushed his finger deep inside me. “Mmm, so you do like it?” He teased, pressing inside me as another orgasm built inside. My legs trembled and when he dropped his lips back to my clit I dug my nails into his back, holding on to some sort of sanity. Right before I came for the god only knows how many times, I fell back against the pillows, my eyes rolling back in my head and I crashed into the overwhelm of sensations flooding my body.
The crash was tidal and I babbled out his name while frantically clawing at his back to keep myself grounded. I couldn’t believe he’d stolen not only my breath, but my words and common sense as well.
When he finally let me go, I sagged down to the bed and opened my eyes in time to see him crawl up my body. He looked down at me. “Better than you thought?”
I panted and nodded my agreement. “So. Much. Better.”
“Good. I’m happy you liked it.”
“How do you do that?”
He dropped his mouth to my breast and flicked his tongue over the tip. “I’m not telling my secrets.” I moved under him and moaned, pleading for mercy as each lick of his tongue made me shiver and shudder.