Page 18 of Dirty Rumors

Her breasts heave with her ragged breath, her nipples so tight it almost looks painful. She begins to squirm, hips shifting against the polished wood. Turning my head, I give her sensitive inner thigh just enough of a nip to make her gasp. She lightly smacks the top of my head. “No biting, big man.”

“No squirming, then. Because if you fall, I’ll be breaking my vow to take perfect care of you.”

Her lovely brown eyes blaze. “What vow?”

“The one I made to myself as soon as you agreed to come over so I could get you alone.”

She sputters in disbelief, then I add another finger, caressing her drenched pussy slowly and deeply. My tongue resumes licking straight across her tender bud, but this time I stick to a quick, firm pace. When she starts yanking on my hair and muttering nonsense, I increase the pressure.

The orgasm breaks over her like a tidal wave. I watch the tension growing in her eyes, then a spark of disbelief followed by blurry, blinking helplessness as the climax rolls through her. Her shaking breasts, quivering thighs, half-lidded eyes – Nikki is a vision as she twitches helplessly. The feeling of her body spasming around my fingers gives a shot of adrenaline straight to my soul.

I wait another half minute for her to come down, then kiss my way back to her lips. She leans forward, falling into my arms so I can carry her to the bed. Instead of limp and languid, her body is twitching and energized as I lay her across the duvet.

“I can’t believe you’re real,” she whispers, reaching for the bottom of my t-shirt.

“What’s not to believe? That a small-town mechanic would fall head over heels for a smart, beautiful academic?” I slip off my shirt, then drop my jeans and shorts, pausing to allow her to stare at me open-mouthed.

“You…” She sits up to get a better look. “You’re hard as steeleverywhere.”

“Not everywhere.” I lie down beside her, my arm wrapping under to pull her close as I place her hand on my heart. “I’m not hard here, kitten. You’re making me feel all kinds of mushy soft things.”

Her eyes drop to my cock, which is so hard it looks angry. “Soft and mushy, you say?” she laughs, her hand sliding down to stroke my shaft gently. My breath is already getting heavy as I kiss her gently while we cuddle together. My hand scoops between her legs to slide my fingers back inside, keeping her wet and open.

Nikki looks like a goddess in the soft light, her hair fanned out messily, lips wet and puffy from our rough kisses, her gorgeous breasts shifting every time we move.

It hits me like a bolt of lightning. I am about to make love to my future wife for the first time.

And the white hot ball of desire inside me will never be sated, not even when she comes all over my cock. I’m always going to need more of her. Always.

This is my woman. Forever.

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NIKKI

Carson hesitates, and I worry if I’ve squeezed his length too tightly. He feels incredible in my hand, his warm skin soft against mine, yet the shaft itself hard and pulsing.

His huge hand lightly grips my face, pulling our foreheads together as he stares into my eyes. “I think you can tell how much I want you, kitten. But we don’t need to rush the main event if you’re not sure.”

Even though my favorite color has always been bright red, a girl could get used to all these green flags being waved around. Staring into his deep, soulful eyes, something inside me clicks into place. I don’t care if this is only for tonight, or a few days, or weeks. Thinking about forever is ridiculous. My body and heart want himnow.

The corners of his mouth twitch when I continue to stroke him firmly. “Trying to tell me something?”

Reaching my leg over, I hook it behind his calf, pulling his body on top of mine.

“I feel like you’re trying to send me a message,” he murmurs, dragging his tongue over my hard nipples, then kissing along the side of my neck. “I just can’t figure out what it is?—”

“You,” I whisper. “I want you.”

His head jerks up. “Say that again.” His eyes blaze.

“I. Want. You.”

He doesn’t kiss me so much as attack my mouth in a way that makes my toes curl. The huge, hard weight of his body settles over mine until I feel captured, like a tiny forest creature who should be afraid. But I’m not. I’m so ready. I need him.

He takes his shaft from my hand, rubbing it against my wet pussy as my breathing begins to stutter. “Easy,” he murmurs, the thick, blunt crown dragging up and down my entrance. “Tell me if it’s too much.”

Wow. Even in a moment like this, his entire focus is on me and my comfort. That knowledge, along with the incredible pressure against my sensitive lips, makes my juices really start to flow.

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