Page 67 of Imperfections Forbidden
His hands come back up at the same time and slide each side of my dress down off my shoulders.I press back against him even more and wrap my hands around his firm ass and rub my body against him.My head falls back against his shoulders, eyes closed, and his tongue slides up the side of my throat, leading a white-hot wet trail to my ear.Moving back, he pushes my dress down my arms.It drops to the floor, and I hear his sharp intake of breath as he gets the most spectacular view of all—from the back—when he sees I’m completely naked except for the three-inch gold stiletto platforms I’m wearing.Spinning me around, he pulls me up against his chest.In one fluid motion, my arms lock around his neck and my fingers are buried in his thick hair.
“Fuck, Cat!”
His hand runs down my back and over the curve of my ass, lifting me up into his arms as if I’m weightless, floating in midair.His lips close over the tip of my nipple, and he starts a slow torturous swirling movement with his tongue.“Oh.My.God.”My head falls back.I’m done thinking.The need for him to be inside me hits me hard right to the center of my core.
“Nick.”
“Mmm.”With his mouth on me, the sound vibrates through my entire body, making the most sensitive part of me wetter than a pool of water.My body arches back into his steel-like arms.Without missing a beat, he lays me down in front of the fireplace on the white rug.He releases me, putting his arms on either side of my body without touching me, sucking on my nipple like it’s a lollipop, and I can’t stop the sound flowing out of my mouth.Pulling back from me, he releases my nipple with a pop, leaving me writhing on my back with need.My knees bend, thighs rubbing together, and I feel the sharp point of my stilettos graze against the inside of my legs.I open my eyes; the way he’s watching my every move, with eyes intense and not of this world, is beautiful.I hold his gaze.
“You are gloriously magnificent.”He puts his hand over mine, placing a kiss in the palm of my hand.“The best thing to ever happen to me.”I sit up, our eyes still locked on each other, neither one of us breaking the trance, only the sound of breathing in the room.I unbutton his shirt and he pulls it off, dropping it to the floor.Without looking away, I slide my hands down his bare chest, unfastening his button, sliding his zipper down.Putting my hand in his pants on either side, I slide them down his legs.He stands and steps out of them.Our eyes never part, locked in a heated conversation, deep and intimate, without words.
I lie back and wait for him as he kneels down to place a feather-light kiss on the inside of each of my ankles before he slips my gold stilettos off.He parts my legs, running his hands down the inside of my thighs.Watching his head between my thighs, his tongue runs a hot, wet path up from the middle of my entrance, over my stomach, and between my swollen breasts to my lips.My legs open wide, riding up high around his thighs.He nibbles on my lips, causing a tingling thrill of pleasure as he swipes his tongue against mine.My hands stroke up and down his broad, muscular back, savoring the feeling of smooth satin over steel against my fingertips.His thumb brushes past my swollen bottom lip as his brilliant aquamarine eyes look into mine.And I have to tell him.
“Every time I’ve made up my mind to stick to the decisions I’ve made concerning us, you make me crumble like a sand castle being washed away by crystal blue waters.You make me weak.”
“I would never want to make you weak.I feel like that together, we’re unstoppable.I want to share my life with you, every minute of every day.”
God, I love this man.I feel him shift between my legs, the tip of his thick, hard, pulsating dick teasing me.The velvety smooth head presses into me, slightly covered by the wet, slick fold of my opening.
“Nick, I need to feel you inside me.”
He lightly kisses my lips and asks in a low husky whisper, “Did you get everything you wanted today?”
As I feel him thrust and glide into me, my head goes into the hollow of his shoulder and I exhale and sigh.“Yes!Oh God, yes.”My legs wrap tight around his waist as he rocks back and forth inside me, filling me completely as he murmurs my name in a hoarse whisper, over and over again.I can’t breathe.We’re sweating, moving as one, thrust for thrust.My head goes back, and he kisses my neck with a pull of my skin between his teeth.Screaming his name, I sink my nails into his skin, leaving what I’m sure are going to be a wicked trail of scratches down his back.His hand slips between us, and he drives me over the edge with the way he’s rubbing my clit.I feel it coming hard and fast.He moves his hand and presses hard against me in the spot his hand was, still grinding into me.Every muscle in my body is wound tight and I’m clenching my teeth at the tension that seems only to climb higher and higher.
He whispers in my ear, “Come for me, baby; let go, I have you.”
And just like that I come undone.
“I’m right there, baby,” he says, and I feel him explode inside me with a force that renders me speechless, mouth wide open.
His head drops down to the hollow of my neck, his body against me like a weighted blanket.One of my hands rests on his back, the other in his hair cradling the back of his head.His lips move against my neck, and I feel cold air over a spot he runs his tongue over.Rising up a little, he takes some of his weight off me, brushing my hair behind my ears and kisses the side of my neck once more—his favorite spot, I’m pretty sure.
“You okay?”
I put my hand under his arm on his shoulder, eyes closed, recovering from what we shared.“Yes, I’m perfect.”
“I know.Inside and out.”
I open my eyes, and he looks down at me with shining eyes and a smile that I know has melted down more than a few hearts, and melted a few panties off too.I should know, I’m one of them.
“Happy birthday and Merry Christmas.”
“You told me already.”
“On the phone, not in person.There’s a difference.”
“It’s not my birthday anymore.I don’t think?I haven’t looked at the time.”
“Well, let’s see.”He gets up and goes into the kitchen.
I love the view of him in all his natural-born glory—a work of art you have to sit back and appreciate.I laugh to myself when I realize I’m lying butt naked on Ava’s favorite white bear skin rug—or is it sheep?She’s not going to like this.She won’t even let anyone stand on it.I immediately decide I’m not telling her, and I know Nick’s not telling her; what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
Nick comes back with a blanket and pillow in his hands.He sits down and pulls me between his legs and puts the cover over us.I settle back into him, loving the spot.
“It’s eleven forty-three.It’s still your birthday.It looks like it’s ending on a bang.”
I tilt my head back and look at him.“It was more than a bang; it was an explosion.”
