Page 9 of Nick's Secret Baby
“You’re doing it again.”
“What?”
“Making that weird face whenever I bring up Whitewood.”
“I can’t help it. The way you’ve described it makes me think it’s something out of one of those cheesy Hallmark movies.”
Nick rolled his eyes as he sat on the edge of the bed and pulled on my socks and boots. “We are going to my house first, anyway. No one there will judge your boots.”
“I can’t believe you spend any time in the city when you have this to come home to.”
Nick came up behind me and I felt his arms wrap around me and rested his hands on our daughter as I looked out the large glass windows and admired the snowy hills.
“Whitewood doesn’t have you and little bit, so the city has been appealing lately.” I turned my head and smiled up at him as he kissed me. We hadn’t talked much about what was going to happen in the future. It felt like once Nick had me moved in with him, he was perfectly happy with the way things were. I’m sure I should be thankful, but I couldn’t figure out if being with him was enough for me either. I needed a job after little bit was born but we never talked about it. We just kind of avoided it all for fear things would go badly.
“Come with me. There is something I’ve been thinking about for a very long time.”
He led me through the house and I took in as much as I could. It was gorgeous. Dark wood floors contrasted with the white walls to brighten the home. His decor was very much all man. Soft leather couches, stainless steel appliances and a concrete countertop caught my eye. Nothing had prepared me for his master suite, though. It was as large as the living room and it was alight with light from the oversized windows. His bed was massive and took up the entire center of the room, and with a smile on his face, that was straight where he was headed.
“Nick, what are you doing?”
He turned and pulled me to him, running his hands up my back and into my hair.
“I’m going to fuck that sweet little pussy of yours in my bed.” His hand gripped the back of my hair just the way I loved it and I let out a cry of need. My hormones had been haywire and there was nothing we did that could calm my need for him, nothing except the thought of being late to his mother’s house the first time I was supposed to meet her.
“We are going to be late,” I whispered.
“I couldn’t care less.” His lips met my neck, and he sucked just behind my ear as he pulled my clothes from me. We were a mess. I nearly fell when I tried to shimmy out of my maternity jeans, but he caught me as I started to sway.
“Here,” he said, lifting me up and sitting me on the bed, “Just sit and I’ll do the rest.”
I laughed as he tore his clothes off his body and then mine, only stopping and slowing down to caress my baby bump and place the gentlest of kisses there.
“Fuck, you are gorgeous,” he said as he made his way back up my body and crawled alongside me in the bed. I was nearly the size of a house and we had gotten creative because of it. Nick’s hands ran over my body as I reached for his shaft. I loved the feel of him in my hands, but I loved the way he responded to me even more.
“Tell me what you need, princess.”
“Everything.”
I melted into Nick as he pulled me to him. His fingers slid between my folds and he groaned when he felt how wet I already was. He kissed me deeply, and I whimpered as he pulled my lower lip with his teeth, then he turned me so I was lying on my side and he nestled up behind me.
“You’re already so wet for me. I love how responsive you are to my touch.”
“Just being near you does it, Nick. I can’t stop thinking about all the things I want you to do to me.”
With one hand supporting my head and his mouth sucking and biting at my neck, he lifted my leg just enough to enter me from behind. I groaned in satisfaction. I didn’t care how many times we fucked. Every time his cock slid into my core I wanted to scream in relief.
“Yes, fuck, yes. I love the way you feel.” Nick’s words were never detailed but always clear, and I loved everything about them.
He moved in and out of me at a punishingly slow pace. I wanted to scream that I needed more, I needed everything, but even his painstakingly slow movements were riding me up that current of excitement. I spent so much time wanting him. It never took me long to come, only on the days he made me wait, and lately I didn’t even ask permission. His hand ran down my side and over my bump, only to stop when he reached my clit.
“Nick, please… I can’t—“
“Don’t wait. I want to feel your pussy strangle my cock with your release. Come for me, Princess.”
With a few swipes of his thumb over my clit, I was wrecked. My climax hit me with so much force my entire body tensed in his hold as I let go and relished in the feeling that overwhelmed me. Nick stilled but wasn’t done.
“Come here. I want to look into your eyes when I lose myself inside of you.” He pulled out and got to his knees, rolling me over and moving a pillow behind my head and another under my hips.
