Page 29 of One More Time
‘Yes!’
The intensity of her answer sent a chuckle bursting out of him. He laughed into the smooth skin of her stomach, which set her off, too. He felt her laughter in his lips, felt it move the hair falling over his eyes.
Still laughing he pushed up and said, ‘Let me get a condom.’
‘Bedside table,’ she instructed, before pulling him back down to her and kissing his shoulder.
He slid his body higher, reaching for the drawer and she licked at his neck, dug her thumbs into his hip bones.
As Nicky’s hand fumbled around the drawer feeling for condoms, The Cure started up on the stereo and he couldn’t help but smile. It was perfect. Sweet and bubbly and right, like grape soda on a hot day. It was everything he felt in his gut in that moment.Happy, he realized. He was happy.
It had been so long since he’d felt that way, it rushed over him like cool water, like diving into a swimming pool. He felt like he could float on it.
Nicky finally set his fingers on something vaguely condom-like and pulled it from the drawer, whooping in victory as he spotted the Trojan label on the wrapper and sat back to rip it open.
Suited up, and pretty sure he was going to blow his load any second, he looked down at Lucy to settle himself.
That was a fucking mistake, because with her knees up and open for him he could see everything he was in for, all the hot, wet glory of it. His cock twitched like it was screaming ‘what’s the holdup?’
Still on his knees, he touched the tip of one finger to the glistening pink core of her. Inside of her. Soaking. So ready. Amazing.
‘Nicky,’ she begged, as his finger trailed lazily over her clit.
‘I’m coming, baby,’ he whispered.
He crawled up over her again and nestled himself between her legs. Used his hand to line up and drag his cock through her wetness.
She moaned and he smiled. Again. Had he ever smiled so much during sex before?
Nicky pushed his hips forward and slid inside her. Slow and easy so he didn’t lose his goddamn mind.
He watched her then, watched her mouth make a perfect rosy circle as she whimpered.
He pushed in further and marveled as she inhaled, sharp and infused with something like disbelief or amazement.
‘So good, Lucy. So fucking good.’
She nodded in agreement, eyes locked on his, as though she couldn’t even form the words.
He began moving then, pushing and pulling in and out, Lucy matching his rhythm with her hips. He could feel the place on his bones where he’d have a bruise from hers. He wanted it, relished it. The pleasure and the pain of it. The black and blue mark that he might have as a souvenir.
He leaned in closer to her, dragging his teeth over her bottom lip, her neck, anything he could reach.
Their breathing synched up somehow so that he could feel her exhale in time with him.
It was different. New. Wasn’t just two bodies doing a thing biology made them want. It wasn’t just two people in their own heads, in their own worlds, using each other to get off. Looking at Lucy, with sweat beading around her temples and her lips raw from his kisses, it struck him how fucking stupidly lucky he was that this smart, beautifulwoman let his dumb ass see her bare and raw. That she let him into her body. He was grateful and awed by her. How she looked him right in the eye as he thrust inside her. Her unbelievable blue eyes right there with him.
Nicky adjusted his position, and pulled her knee up high to her shoulder. He slid up and down, in and out so that each stroke grazed her clit.
‘Oh, fuck,’ she screamed.
Jackpot.
‘That’s it, baby.’
Her hands slapped against his ass, pushing him forward, and holding him hard against her for a beat each time he was balls deep inside her.
God, she was sexy. Every damn thing.
