Page 51 of Not Over You

He pulls me to my feet. “Let’s go home,” he says and lifts me up.

“In a hurry?” I giggle.

“Like I said, we have a lot of lost time to make up.”

NINA

I’m full of anticipation and joy as we pull up to the apartment. I still can’t believe he went to so much trouble for me. The movie was perfect and the Maverick costume, it’s just all too much. I feel like I’m in a romantic movie.

“You okay?” he asks, seeming to doubt the gesture easing my mind.

“I can honestly say I’m fine for the first time in a while. Everything is perfect.” I give him a reassuring smile. Reaching toward him, I slide my fingers down the side of his jaw as I look into his eyes. I can see myself reflected in the depths. This is the man I love, the man I’ve always loved. It’s surreal, everything has led to this point.

“Everything is perfect.” His voice is a gentle caress against my lips. I lick my top lip, and he meets my mouth for the hundredth time tonight.

The heat between us is electric. I’ve missed this closeness with someone, but especially Travis. I groan at how good it feels. He deepens the kiss, his hands moving up my stomach to my breasts. My insides twist, and heat rushes between my legs.

I run my hands down his back and whisper, “Let’s go in before we jump each other in the car.”

“I’m okay with that,” he says but opens the door to get out. He takes my hand and leads me into the building, stopping in front of our door. “Before we go in, there’s one more surprise waiting for you inside.”

“What else could you possibly have done?” I laugh as I open the door to find a couch and matching loveseat in the center of the living room. I squeal with delight. “We have a couch!”

“We have a couch,” he says, laughing, “it’s not purple, but it’s something to sit on.”

“It’s perfect,” I tell him. I sit down on it and look around the room. “It’s even better than the purple wonder because it’s from you.

“Should we break it in?” he asks as he comes to stand in front of me. I pull him toward me by his belt loops and go for his waistband.

“In a hurry, are we?” He lets out a breathy laugh, but desire shines brightly in his eyes.

“I can stop if you want?” I tease while pulling his shirt up. He obliges and helps slip it off.

“Never.” He pulls me to my feet before stepping back and looking me up and down. His hands grab the button on my jeans and skillfully undoes it. Pulling the Jeans down while I balance on his shoulders. The cool air is a welcome relief to the heat I’m beginning to feel.

“That’s better.” His mouth touches my right thigh and moves up my leg while giving me light kisses that send delicious tingles over my skin. He nuzzles between my legs and almost causes me to collapse back onto the couch.

As his face moves up my stomach, he moves his hands to the edges of my shirt to take it off. His mouth makes it back to mine, and I kiss him hungrily, pulling at his hair. I reach for his pants and pull them down with his boxers. As I struggle to get them off his ankles, he pulls my panties down. We both fall laughing to the couch and disentangle our own clothes before throwing them in a pile. Neither of us is graceful, and I love it.

“You want to break in the couch or go to bed?” he asks.

“The bed,” I say. “After our last time trying in here, I don’t want to chance my hair getting caught somewhere.

He runs in before me and lays spread out on the bed. The light is on, so I can see every bit of his naked body, he’s not shy, at all. I crawl slowly on top of him and allow my fingers to trace the curve of his chest and stomach toward his fully erect dick.

I lean over and kiss him again as his fingers snake between my legs. One, then two fingers slip inside my folds, and my hips push down onto them on their own. I’m not surprised about the wetness, and he doesn’t seem to be either. The light, pleased moan that comes from deep within his chest makes me clench around the fingers as if they were giving me life. I’m more than ready to get this going. I nip at his lip and sit up in a straddle position.

Goosebumps appear along my thighs as his hands settle on my waist, and his fingers lightly dig into my ass. I feel his hips push up into me, and the hard length of him settles against my mound. Without letting him enter me, I rub myself down and up and am pleased with the groan it elicits from him.

“Don’t make me wait too long.” He smiles up at me and tugs a bit on my hips. The slickness between us is allowing me to slide faster, and I keep it up until the grinding is becoming too much for the both of us. I reach over and grab a condom, hurriedly slipping it down, grazing my own wetness as I move and causing a shiver to go through me.

My hand slides down to glide him in, and I shudder with pleasure as he pushes through my entrance.

The feeling of fullness almost makes me orgasm on the spot, and my flesh squeezes around him. He uses my thighs as leverage as he sits up and pulls me into a deep kiss.

I love the feel of his hands running up and down my back as he meets my downward motions with his upward thrusts. My arms wrap around his neck as our tongues make love with the rhythm of our bodies. Our pace speeds up and becomes more frantic with the buildup of frustration and desire that has been simmering since we were together last.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Just let go.” His words are low and guttural. I meet his hooded gaze and seeing the pleasure on his face causes me to move faster. It is time to let go. I close my eyes and move my hips faster. His finger presses between us and hits the right spot. The building heat in my gut releases and I freeze on him in order to fully ride out the pleasure.

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