Page 94 of Win Some Love Some
“Nick,” I whispered, overcome. These were words I’d dreamed he’d say to me and it had taken six long years, but it was happening. We were happening.
I stepped out of the silver sandals that Fiona said would go perfectly with my dress. She’d been right. Once they were gone, I returned to my normal height and wondered if I should have left them on. Would that be sexier? I couldn’t put them back on. That would be ridiculous.
“You look beautiful,” he said.
I turned and offered him my back.
“The zipper,” I said. “But not all the way. Just to where I can reach.”
His finger brushed the skin in the center of my back. I heard the sound of the zipper slowly coming undone, I had to hold onto the bodice of the dress to keep it from gaping open.
He groaned. Low in his throat and I ducked my head, flushed with pride and desire and so much happiness I was scared I’d blow it.
I turned, caught him staring glassy-eyed at my breasts. I slid the zipper all the way down, then reached up and slipped a finger under each strap.
“Nora,” he groaned.
As turned on as I’d been by his sleeve pornography, I knew that’s how turned on he was right now. It was heady being the object of his clenched-fist desire. It made me bold. I paused for dramatic effect, to torture him for as long as I could, and finallydropped the straps off my shoulders and the dress fell into a pool at my feet. I stood before him in a siren red lace thong and nothing else.
“Fuck me,” he groaned. “You’re so fucking…I can’t even think straight.”
I bent over him, my hands splayed out on his thighs. He reached out to cup my breast, but I moved his hand away. “No touching. Not yet.”
“I can’t play games with you,” he growled. “I’m about to fucking come in my pants just looking at you.”
“We can’t have that,” I said. I reached for the couch cushion he wasn’t leaning against and dropped it onto the floor between his legs. Slowly, I knelt, watching as he realized what I was doing. His face tautened, but his eyes…his eyes were so soft. So loving.
I reached for his buckle and undid it. Then the hook holding his pants together. He shifted for me, but only so I could fit my hand inside his briefs to take hold of his dick.
He was so hot and so hard. Nothing I’d ever experienced before. I pulled him completely free of his briefs and could see how big he was. Blood surged in the veins under my hand and his cock went deep red. Like a monster that had been trapped for so long and was finally free and bent on the worst revenge.
This was Nick. My Nicky. And his head was kicked back against the couch like he was praying for something while I stroked him until precum coated the top of his cock. I licked it off.
“Oh my God, Nora,” he moaned, watching me through narrowed eyes. His cheeks were red too. His neck. Every bit of him tense and on edge like he was barely in control.
I hummed and licked around the head of his cock. I dropped open mouthed kisses on his length, brushing him with my tongue, never taking him directly into my mouth.
His hips shifted, pumped up toward my face a few times, but I wanted to hear the words. I wanted him to say what he needed from me.
“Goddamnit, Nora! Fucking suck me already.”
“Yes, Nick.” I lowered my head and took him deep into my mouth to the back of my throat.
“Holy shit, holy shit.” I felt his hand gripping the back of my head. The pull of my hair stung, but the pain didn’t change the power I felt bringing him to my mercy. “Again, fucking again. All the way. To the back of your throat.”
I pulled on his cock with deep sucks, letting my spit ease the way. When I leaned back for a breath, his cock was shiny from his cum and my mouth. With his free hand, he gripped his cock, hard, and using his other hand he guided me back down, urging me to suck him more.
He was helpless against his desire and I couldn’t remember a time I’d ever been so turned on. My nipples were tight. My panties were already soaked.
“I’m going to come so hard in your fucking dirty little mouth. Then you’re going to sit on my face while I eat you out until you scream so loud you don’t remember who you even are. Yeah?”
I was too busy swallowing his cock, moving my mouth faster and faster on him, tonguing the rim just under the head of his dick, until I could feel his hips pumping out of control as he fucked my mouth. His grip on my head tightened. His powerful thighs on either side of my head grew taut. I could feel the first pulse of his cum before he said anything.
“I’m coming,” he grunted. “So hard. Swallow it, baby. Swallow all of it.”
When he was done, I let him slide from my mouth. Some of his cum leaked out over my lips, onto my chin, but he wiped it away with his finger, only to push that finger back into my mouth.
“Every drop,” he muttered, although I wasn’t sure if he even knew what he was saying. “Stand up.”
