Page 139 of Steeling Her
“Oh shit, just like that, Carter,” he groans as he keeps the steadfast pace he’s set. Sliding back and forth inside of me, he rests his head on mine. We stare longingly at one another, watching the lust beam through our eyes. I watch his hues dilate into dots, hypnotized by the intuitive motion. The beauty of our bodies intertwining together has me almost lifting off the bed and soaring through the sky. I feel like I’ve left my body and traveled with this wave I’m riding.
I get when people say they see stars. “I’m close, Carter,” he informs me, holding his breath. “Fuck me, I’m so close.” He exhales roughly. I can feel the pleasure accumulate in my walls, but I can’t form a single sentence in my mind. Everything has become foggy and lost. I don’t know any words to tell him that I’m so lost in him. I can’t describe what I’m feeling because it has influenced muteness within me, like someone is controlling me and has erased the English language from my mind.
Once my breathing comes out in rapid demanding pants, I can start to feel my legs quake. That sensation is rising in my body once again. My body archs into his to be closer to him. Our skin rubs one another, and a layer of sweat forms and mixes between us.
Once I hit my point of no return, I stop breathing and call out for him. “Nick!” I scream for him, and he doesn’t stop. My walls convulse around him, trapping him within me, as he continues to slide himself in and out, trying to ride out his high.
“Holy fucking shit, Carter!” he roars back, cupping the side of my face and resting his forehead still on mine. I close my eyes and breathe heavily as I come down from my high as he rides his out. After a while of him exhaling firmly, he finally lets go and eases from his.
I stretch to hold his neck in my hands, our breaths tousled along with our bodies on the bed. The grinding of our bodies has me losing control over it. If this is what sex feels like, then I wouldn’t mind doing it again.
“Wow . . .” Nick chuckles in a daze. “That was . . . just wow.” I can feel my own cheeks heat up with that . . . compliment? I’m not certain if it was a compliment. “You’re really sexy in bed.” He kisses my cheek and lays himself on top of me, careful not to crush me under his heavy muscles. I wrap my arms around his neck and allow him to be flush with mine, coveting him to be nearer to me.
That was amazing.I’ve never felt so good before. I feel so free after my release. I never knew a body could react in such a way before. I get why people say they become addicted to being with their partner. It’s a special moment between two people . . . or more if you’re into that.
“You look so beautiful right now. You have this after sex glow like I’ve never seen before,” he says in an almost mesmerized tone, like he hadn’t intended on saying that out loud. It’s confirmed to me when his eyes expand and he puffs out his cheeks.
“Did you mean to say that out loud?” “I wasn’t supposed to say that out loud!” we say simultaneously. Then we both erupt in laughter. We know each other too well, it’s almost scary.
“You also weren’t supposed to read my mind, Steel. I may just have to punish you later,” he jokes with me and I roll my eyes playfully. If I wasn’t so sore, I would smack him. The aching becomes more prominent when I move. I thought it would have been just the start of sex that the virgin would be sore but, as it turns out, it’s afterwards too. “And you never called me ‘daddy’ either, but we’ll save that for next time.” He ducks his head into my neck, softly kissing the skin and moving up to my jaw. He showers me in kisses, as he always does.
I hum again at the touch of his lips on me. I could never get used to it. It always feels like the first time we kissed and it always leaves me craving more.
“How are you feeling?” he asks curiously. Forgetting that he’s still inside me, he gently moves to lean on his left elbow. Slowly pulling himself out of me, I wince at the pain. He sees it too. “You still a little sore?” He looks down at our bare bodies and makes a face. I look down as well. I see there’s a small amount of blood on the condom. His head snaps up to me, and I turn my attention back to his handsome face. “That’s sometimes normal for the first time, don’t worry about that.” He caresses me, assuring that it’s all fine.
“I know, I remember from Sex Ed.” I snort as he removes the condom from himself and stands up to discard it into his trash bin over by the desk at his window. He turns around to ogle down at me. He then drops his eyes down to my bare core, licking his lips with a devilish smirk on his face. “Oh no you don’t! Nick, I’m so sore, I literally can’t move right now,” I whine playfully as I sit up in some pain and scurry back up the bed away from his crawling body. After watching Annabelle, anything that crawls near me is a big no-no for me right now.
“You’re doing a fine job of moving away from me right now.” He smirks but I can see he’s a little offended through his green eyes.
“I just watched a horror movie with things crawling around in the fucking night, do you honestly think I’d sit here with open arms while you crawl towards me like that?” I sass back with my arms folded over my bare chest, and he just couldn’t help himself. His eyes drift down to my breasts that are pushed up, not helping the situation.
“Point taken.” He grins, finally releasing his stare from my chest back up to my eyes. “How about this, I’ll run us a bath and we can relax in it for a while until you feel less sore? Then we’ll go to sleep,” he offers as a compromise while slowly moving up to me, wolfishly grinning at me like he’s got a plan. “I’ll wash you too if you’re good for daddy.” He chuckles, going for the neck. He hums kisses onto my glowing skin, as he so kindly described it.
Without even me answering him back, he jumps off me and runs to his bathroom. I hear him run the bath. If I could remember when I was changing clothes, his tub wasn’t an overly large one, but it can fit two people in it. Well, two people where one is tiny (me) and the other is a monster (him). I can overhear the water hitting the base of the tub as I wait for the green light from him. When I hear his footsteps, I sit on the edge of the bed to stand up but he lifts me up bridal style when I least expected it. I squeal in surprise.
“You know I have two feet, right?” I poke his dimple that made an appearance.
“My girl is sore. I don’t mind carrying you. I want you to relax and enjoy the hot water.” He smiles and I can feel my body start to melt in his arms because he called me his girl. He’s never called me that before.
Why is he so adorable with this stuff?He really is a romantic despite the player attitude he once had. It’s like staring at a different guy entirely. It’s nice to see, though, and I’m glad he is showing his true self to me because if he hadn’t had, I wouldn’t be falling for him. This was the deciding moment for me.
I like how gentle he is with me; making sure I was okay, tending to my needs, and putting me before him. This side of him is what I like most about him. Haley always criticized him about how selfish he can be with girls, but right now, he’s anything but selfish.
This is a good look for him. I adore the way he treats me like a queen. I’ve never had someone go all out for me; outside of my family, of course. I don’t care about how much money he has, the fancy dates he plans, or the things he buys for me.
All that matters to me is how he treats me, and I think he knows that too. I’m more of the simple type of girl, I’m not into big fancy things. As long as I’m comfortable, I’m content.
He places me into the steaming hot bathtub alone, and I sigh as the feeling of the hot water reaches my sore muscles. Bubbles surround me while a masculine scent hovers above me. I sniff in the scent as it reminds me of him. No doubt, he’s using his own shower gel. He lays beside me outside the tub on the floor, watching my face.
“Aren’t you joining me?” I ask as I rest the bubbles in my hand and blow them over to him. He catches them and smiles, nodding back. Rising to his towering height—still naked, might I add—he slides in behind me. Once he’s settled, his legs are on the sides of the wall and his arms wrap around my waist, pulling me towards his body. My back rests on his chest.
“This better?” he asks over my shoulder. I rest my head back on his own shoulder and nod, closing my eyes in relaxation, my energy plummeting. I can hear the water dripping; he cups some of the water and lifts his arms up to get some warmth on my chest. It is really helping me right now. The soreness is leaving my body little by little, and I couldn’t have thought of a better idea than to sit in a steaming hot tub. I love this temperature.
“I love steaming hot baths, so this feels amazing right now. Plus, you being here with me makes it so much better,” I say to him. He continues to pour the water on my chest. Not touching me, but letting the water and the sounds calm me and my body down from the new experience I’ve just shared with him.
“I’m glad I could be of some assistance to you. Would you like a martini with that, Miss Steel?” he teases me, making me chuckle in the quiet house.
“Shaken, not stirred, good sir,” I joke back, making him roar with laughter behind me.
