Page 18 of I Dream of Danger
Nick took her nipple between his teeth, very gently, and pulled. It was just a tiny bite of pain, nothing really, but it was that tiny sting that pushed her into complete overload. Time stopped, suspended, then rushed back in as her body convulsed, long, hard pulls of her vagina muscles and belly and thigh muscles, her entire body pulling toward the center of her, where Nick had his hand
Her back arched, her toes curled, everything spiraled inward then…exploded.
She gave a great cry as her body convulsed, pulsing in time with her heartbeat and in one of those pulses Nick slid on top of her again and into her again, and just as the pulses were dying down, they started again, only more intense this time, on the razor’s edge of pain.
He was moving in and out of her slowly, in time with the beats of her body. She was wrapped around him, arms, legs, and heart.
When her body subsided, finally, her hands fell to her sides, palms up. Her legs loosened their hold on his hips and her knees fell apart. She opened her eyes and stared at the ceiling, completely and utterly sated, thinking of absolutely nothing and feeling alive in every single cell of her body.
Nick placed his mouth close to her ear and whispered, “Uh-uh.”
She blinked. Uh-uh? No?
He bit her lobe and something sparkled again, right under her skin, like a dying engine fizzing to life for one last second, sparks flying.
“It doesn’t work like that.” His lips were caressing her jaw and she could feel him smile against her skin.
“It doesn’t?”
“Nope.” He settled on her more heavily, big hands smoothing down the backs of her thighs. Then, surprisingly, he lifted them so her knees nearly touched her chest. “You don’t get to stop, not yet.” With her legs so high, she was completely open to him. He tightened his buttocks and slipped deeper inside her, and oh, God, the tingling and the heat…
Nick had been rocking inside her, short, gentle thrusts, but soon he was moving strongly, long, deep thrusts with the full power of his muscles behind them, so strong she was surprised he wasn’t hurting her, but he wasn’t. Not in any way. His body took over hers, there was no other way to describe it. She moved to his rhythm, to his beat, completely insensible to anything outside the bounds of her skin and his. He’d laid his head next to hers, his mouth close to her ear and she could hear his breath soughing in and out, gasping, as if running a four-minute mile. He was slamming into her now, making her bed creak, then making the headboard beat against the wall in a fast rhythm, faster rhythm, he was moving so hard and fast inside her it was a miracle she wasn’t catching fire down there from the friction and then, oh my God, she did catch fire, everything in her simply went up in flames.
It wasn’t like the previous orgasm, which had been pleasant. Fun, even. This was earth shattering, some outside force taking over her body, as unstoppable as a freight train, as she convulsed, over and over again, fingers digging deeply into his heavy shoulder muscles because it felt as if clinging to him was the only way not to shatter into a thousand pieces.
With a shout, muffled by the pillow, Nick’s movements became frenetic, no longer those heavy measured thrusts, but out of control writhings inside her, as if he were hammering his way to her heart with his penis.
She felt him swell, and with another shout, he started coming. She’d never felt this before, had barely read about it before, but it was unmistakable. He was jetting semen into her until she was wet, they were both wet, to the groin.
Finally, with a groan, Nick collapsed onto her, and she realized that he hadn’t been putting all his weight on her. Now he was, and he was heavy as a horse. She could feel her ribs bending slightly with the weight of him and wheezed.
Nick was still breathing heavily but at the sound of her wheezing, he planted two large hands by the side of her head and prepared to lift himself off her.
No!
Elle grasped him tightly around his back and twined her legs around him, the body movements as clear as words. Don’t go.
With a groan, Nick subsided and she made sure she wheezed quietly.
Because she loved this. Everything about it. Nick’s immensely heavy weight grounding her after she’d felt as if she’d fly apart into a million pieces. They were plastered together all along their fronts because he’d sweated heavily and she supposed she had, too. It was hard to tell.
They smelled, mainly of Nick because she didn’t recognize her own scent. An intense, pungent, earthy scent she’d never experienced before—human sex—but recognized instantly. Another example of her body knowing things, instinctively, that she didn’t. Her entire groin area was wet with what was causing that smell—his semen, her juices. Mixing together in a unique mix.
He was still hard inside her, which flummoxed her a little. He’d had an orgasm, hadn’t he? Surely he had. And men—what was the word the Merck Manual used? Detumesced, that was it. Surely after an orgasm a man detumesced, but there Nick was, still hot and hard and huge inside her.
Another of those life mysteries she wasn’t going to penetrate right at the moment. Certainly not while Nick was still penetrating her.
She snickered.
Nick stirred. “Finding this funny, are we?” She turned her head and saw him lazily smiling at her, sated and so sexy her heart turned over in her chest.
“Very. Or maybe not funny so much as…” She felt her eyes drift up and to the right in contemplation.
“As? This better be good.”
Her smile widened. “Interesting.”
Nick’s black eyebrows rose. “Interesting? That’s all you have to say?”
