Page 115 of Win Some Love Some
Nora
“Take off all your clothes. Now.”
We’d made it back to Nick’s apartment and he pushed me into his bedroom like we were still running from my dad.
“I don’t know, Nick. We have a lot to talk about,” I teased him, even as I started to pull off my hoodie.
“We will. After I fuck you stupid.” He pulled me into his arms like he was never going to let me go.
His head dropped and his mouth took mine. It was the only way to describe it. An all-consuming kiss. With lips and tongue and teeth and air.
“Fuck, Nora,” he panted. “It’s like I never knew how to kiss before you. How to fuck before you. Why does it all feel so different?”
He’d already unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans and was pushing them down my legs. He was doing it again. Getting menaked while he remained fully clothed. I had no idea why I found this so hot, but I did.
I reached for his jeans, but he pushed my hand away. “Get on the bed.”
“You think you can push me around when we’re in your bedroom?” I plopped my naked ass on his bed.
Because this had always been my dream. To be here, with him, both of us smiling and vulnerable. I wanted it so badly and for so long, that when I’d believed it was never going to happen, I’d had to suffocate this tiny piece of my soul so the Nick noise wouldn’t be so loud in my head.
Now that noise was back and it was giving me a high like a drug.
It wasn’t just the orgasm I knew he was good for, it was the way he wanted me – needed me – right back. Nothing reserved. Nothing held back.
He pulled out his heavy erection with one hand and reached for my ankle with the other. Slowly, he dragged me to the edge of the bed, like a marauder who was ready to reap the spoils of his victory.
“What? No foreplay?” With my free foot, I pushed against his chest as if trying to resist him.
He growled, all sex beast. My teenage fantasies of what sex with Nick would be like were so anemic compared to the reality. So tame and PG. In fact, all the sex I’d had, had been anemic and PG.
Nick was fully X-rated. The things he wanted from me were shameless and rough. I had no idea I could feel this way, but I was so glad. So lucky.
He fell to his knees at the edge of the bed and kissed the foot pressed against his chest before putting it over his shoulder. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed until both my thighs weredraped over his body, his hands holding my ass exactly where he wanted me.
Face to face with my very wet pussy.
“I don’t think you need all that much foreplay,” he said, his breath tickling over my sensitive flesh.
“Okay, you’re right,” I said, reaching for him. “Let’s fuck.”
“Nah. You wanted to play, so we’re going to play. For a while.”
His mouth went to work on me without any urgency. No rush. It was all slick licks, light touches. He inserted a finger and I groaned, trying to hold onto the pressure, but he pulled it away.
“You’re an asshole,” I said, and he leaned back, popping his finger in his mouth.
“And you’re delicious.” He stroked himself, gazing down at my desperate body.
“Nick!” I squirmed, trying to mash my hips up against his face. “Please. Do that thing.”
“This?” he whispered, and licked me, over my hole to my clit and back down.
“No!”
“This?” He worked my clit, which was good. Excellent even. But not enough.
“You know,” I cried, clutching his head to me, in fear he’d pull away again. “Touch me where only you’ve touched me.”
