Page 40 of One More Time
Nicky moaned low and soft, like Lucy did when there was pasta in the room. His hands went straight for her breasts, kneading them slightly and dragging his thumbs slowly over their stiff peaks. The sensation went straight to her core.
‘I like your ab,’ said Nicky in a faraway voice while pinching her nipple.
‘That’s not my ab,’ Lucy managed to croak as her hips pushed down on him of their own accord.
Nicky raised himself up using all those abs and sucked her nipple into his mouth. She grabbed hold of his shoulders to keep herself from collapsing.
‘Nicky?’ she asked.
His mouth slipped off her breast with a pop. ‘Yeah?’ he replied before kissing his way toward her other breast.
‘Can we go ahead and get naked now?’
His eyes tracked up to meet hers. She brushed a stray hair from his lust-drunk eyes.
‘Yes, please,’ he replied.
Lucy rolled off him and stripped herself of jeans and underwear with zero grace and ridiculous speed.
Nicky tried to do the same, but one of his socks was locked in a wrestling match with his jeans, trapping him.
Lucy laughed at Nicky’s frustrated groans as he lay on his back struggling with his foot in the air, jeans whipping around.
‘Here, let me,’ she said.
She unknotted the tangle at his ankles and slid his pants to the floor. His wallet and phone clunked noisily to the carpet.
Then she looked up and saw Nicky-fucking-Broome sprawled on the bed – naked, inked, amazing. Everything about him was bigger than she remembered. But then, her memories, cherished and well-loved as they were, featured a boy of eighteen. There was nothing boyish about Nicky anymore, and she was grateful for it.
‘You’re a work of art,’ Lucy breathed. ‘Literally.’
‘I’ve been told I have a tattoo problem.’
‘I wouldn’t call it aproblem,’ she said, feeling the tingle between her legs intensify.
Lucy crawled her way over him again, seating herself on his legs and watched as his cock tapped impatiently against the skin below his navel.
She canted her hips, gliding her wet heat along the base of his shaft.
‘I have condoms,’ he said breathlessly. ‘Wallet.’
‘IUD,’ she said. She didn’t add that her (now former)gynecologist had referred to her internal lady bits as geriatric and the possibility of conception as statistically insignificant. (Thanks for that, Dr. Jackass.) Lucy added, ‘I was tested recently and I’m all good.’
‘Me too,’ he said. ‘Haven’t been with anyone since.’
‘I’m game if you are.’
‘Oh, yeah,’ he agreed with a fervent nod.
Lucy leaned over, and dragged her lips slowly over his. She nipped at his bottom lip, then made a slow trail over the slight stubble on his jaw, and around to the smooth stretch of skin behind his ear.
His hands worked at the soft flesh of her hips before sliding to her ass.
Lucy reached her hand between their bodies, wrapping her fingers around his shaft. She lifted her hips and guided him to her entrance.
In one swift jolt, she drove her hips down and took him deep.
Lucy’s forehead dropped to his as they both groaned at the pleasure of it.
