Page 42 of Royal Academy

Lia moaned trying to keep quiet, but the sensations inside of her were blasting off and she had little control over what was happening. Nick seemed to know every button to push that would send her closer and closer to the reward she had only dreamed about.

“Nick,” she panted, “Please!”

He growled and nipped at her neck, “I love when you say my name like that.”

Lia moaned, “Nick, I need…”

She broke off as his lips slammed down on hers again. His fingers toying with the front of her waistband until they slipped inside.

Lia’s heart rate rocketed as he traced lazy circles across her lower abdomen getting closer and closer to the place where she was soaked for him. Where she needed his touch more than she needed her next breath.

He brushed the top of her pussy and she squirmed needing relief.

“I want you so badly,” he murmured against her lips.

Lia pushed on her tippy toes trying to make room for his hand between her heat and his thigh. When his fingers brushed her clit, she jolted forward rocking her hips and letting out a little cry.

He stroked her, “You are so wet, fuck, Lia!”

She thrust her hips again needing more of his touch, more of something. The ache between her thighs becoming almost unbearable.

He bit her lip, “I’m going to carry you to the bed. I need to see you.”

Nick hesitated a moment when she stopped moving.

Had he gone too far?

Lia’s fingers dug into his arms, “What are you waiting for? Hurry!”

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