Page 65 of Love Around the Corner
She put her fingers over his lips to silence him. “I will. I don’t want to stop.”
He kissed her again, slow and gentle, his hand cradling her face with such tenderness that it was easy to let go, to let her body sink into his. Then he was there again, sliding through her wetness, dancing past the most sensitive part of her, teasing at her entrance. This time she wasn’t nervous at all.
Oh, God.Her thighs began to tremble as his fingers kept up their gentle assault, first teasing, then rubbing, and finally touching that perfect, aching spot. Suddenly it was happening, she was falling and flying, tumbling down deep into pleasure. She stiffened and cried out, her head falling back and her body going rigid.
As she floated down from her orgasm, her eyes fluttered open. Nick was leaning over her, smiling down at her.
“That was amazing.”
He grinned. “We’re only getting started, sweetheart.”
“Show me the rest?” Because she was ready, so,soready.
His smile faded. “This is crazy, but I’m actually nervous.”
“Why are you nervous?” He was the one with loads of experience. Why was it different with her?
“Because it’s your first time. You’re the one who gets to feel nervous.”
He was taking the whole thing much more seriously than she was, which was very sweet, but totally unnecessary. She took his face in her hands and kissed him. “I’m not nervous at all. I trust you.”
“I don’t want to mess this up.”
“You won’t.”
“Please tell me if I do anything you don’t like, okay?”
“I will, but so far I’ve liked every single thing you’ve done.”
He grinned again. “Okay, let’s see if I can top myself. You know I love a challenge.”
Slowly, he stripped her out of her clothes, kissing his way down her thighs as he slid her jeans down and off.
“You have great legs,” he murmured, his hands tracing their shape as he moved back up her body. Then he kissed her right at the top of her sex, over her panties, and she gasped. “Shhh, just getting ready to take these off.”
Then he did, taking away the last garment between his eyes and her body. His eyes roamed over her, from her toes to her face. She resisted the urge to cover herself, as he seemed to really like what he saw.
“You still have a lot of clothes on,” she observed.
“Well, let me take care of that.”
He rolled away from her long enough to strip efficiently out of his jeans and boxers before rolling back to face her, propped up on one elbow.
Suddenly, she had a hard time lifting her eyes to his. Maybe Nick was inured to it, but she found the experience unspeakably intimate, being this bare and vulnerable in front of each other.
She didn’t make herself meet his gaze yet. Instead, she looked at all the rest of him, the sculpted planes of his chest, the scattering of dark hair between his pectoral muscles, and another line of hair low on his abdomen. That one led straight down to...
Oh, wow. She hadn’t expected it to be quite that large or prominent, hard and curving up toward his stomach.
Nick slanted a grin at her. “Have you ever...?”
“You know I haven’t,” she said, unable to tear her eyes away from it. “Can I?”
“Touch me? Absolutely.”
Tentatively, she reached out for him. She wasn’t exactly sure what she was doing, but she figured he wouldn’t mind letting her figure it out on him. She wrapped her fingers around the hard length of him and looked up to gauge his reaction. He was watching her intently, breathing heavily, holding himself very still.
She squeezed once, tentatively, and he sucked in a breath. She did it again, this time stroking him from the base to the tip. He groaned, a sound she felt in her stomach.
