Page 54 of Naughty and Nice
Nick moved up, wedging himself between my legs. “One,” he said with a smirk.
I blinked trying to recover. “I’ve never…I feel like a ragdoll.”
“Oh, we’re not done.”
“I think…”
Nick reached lower, pulling down his boxer briefs. The weight and length of his penis probed my stomach.
I opened my eyes, staring into his.
“Tell me to stop and I’ll stop. I’ll go into the bathroom and beat this bad boy into submission.”
Shaking my head, I wiggled, lifting my knees higher. “Don’t stop.”
His expression morphed.
Relief.
Jubilation.
Elation.
“I love you, Liliana.”
Lifting my hands to his shoulders, I caressed his warm skin. “I love you, Nick. I want you inside me.”
As the head of his penis pushed between my folds, my body wanted to revolt, to keep him from doing what I’d just asked for him to do. I kept my eyes open, staring at the man with me. Seeing his handsome face, smelling his cedar scent, and feeling his heat and strength. This was my new husband, a man I trusted completely. The man who believed in my worth.
“Are you all right?”
I nodded with a smile. “I am.”
A gasp came from my lips as he pressed inside me. Nick was definitely more man than my first husband.
He stilled. “Liliana.”
“You’re supposed to keep moving.”
His laugh filled the air. “I know what to do. I am checking on you.”
My eyes opened wide. “I’ve never felt so full.”
He kissed me as his hips began to thrust. No longer was the air filled with only my wanton noises, but Nick added the bass clef to our melody. Despite his obvious size, the sensation of him pulling nearly out and pushing deep inside was surprisingly pleasant. No, more than pleasant. It was erotic.
I ran my fingertips over his shoulders and back, feeling the way his muscles tightened and released, tightened and released. The buildup to this orgasm was slower, the chugging of a freight train up a hill. Tighter and tighter my body wound. The crest was nearby. Nick’s thrusts came harder and longer. We reached the other side of the hill, and the train sped down the track. His growl echoed throughout the air as he filled me to overflowing.
For a few moments, we lay there, together in the tangled sheets, waiting for our breathing to return to regular. Finally, Nick arched his back, looking down at me. “Are you…?”
Arching my neck, I kissed his lips. “Two.”
He grinned. “Never before?”
“Just the one time by myself. But honestly, it was something but nothing compared to these.”
He pulled out.
I immediately missed the closeness.
