Nicole didn’t get to finish what she was about to say. Davis pulled her into his arms and kissed her hard. It was filled with every emotion running through him. “I don’t want to talk. For a little while, let’s just pretend nothing else exists except for us.”
She nodded and returned his kiss with her own brand of desperation. Nicole ran her hands all over his chest. She had missed the feel of him. Davis continued to kiss her as he walked her backward toward the guest room.
She tore her lips away from his. “Here?”
“If I don’t get inside you soon, it’ll be right here in this hallway. I’m not ready to give a sex education class to Rayna, but I will if I have too.”
“That won’t be necessary.” Nicole took Davis by the hand and led him into the room, closing the door behind them.
Once they were inside, as much as they wanted to rush, they also wanted to embrace the moment. It had been so long since the last time they had made love.
Davis kissed Nicole until her knees went weak, and backed her up toward the bed taking her robe off as they went. She was completely naked underneath. Her beautiful body spurred him on, and Davis made quick work of removing his pajama bottoms. They ended up somewhere in the room.
When the back of Nicole’s legs came into contact with the mattress, she fell backward pulling him down on top of her. She spread her thighs and raised her knees cradling his body in between them. The skin on skin contact sent them both into sexual overdrive. Everything became more intense. Her slick heat met his silken steel, and Davis felt like a teenage boy. It had been too long. Davis wasn’t sure how long he could prolong sliding inside her needy body and blowing his load since he was already on edge. Her touch, the smell of her arousal, her moans, all of it was enough to do him in.
“You’re so wet for me.” Davis ran his hands up and down the sides of Nicole’s body, never releasing her lips while they kissed.
“Yes, oh god, yes.”
His hands reached around her back and slid down until he found her ass. He grabbed handfuls of it, lifting her body up to meet his.
Nicole was trapped inside the sensations of her body, and it had a mind of its own. She ground her sex into Davis wanting him to hurry up and get in there. She thrust up into him hoping to hurry the process along.
He hissed.
She responded. “You are making me lose my mind.” Nicole was soaking. She writhed around underneath him, needing him to put them both out of their misery.
Using one hand to hover over her, Davis grabbed himself with the other. Nicole thought this was the moment she had been feenin’ for. But no. He stroked himself, and she had to watch. “Davis . . . I can’t take much more.”
Finally, he lowered that powerful muscle just outside of Nicole’s entrance but didn’t push inside. Instead, he dragged his cock between her swollen folds, lifting himself up and down over and over again. His strokes were excruciatingly slow and deliberate. Each time, parting her flesh and mixing her milky crème with the sweet cum that leaked out from the bulbous head of his shaft.
Nicole thought that Davis was trying to kill her with pleasure, or at the very least, intentionally torture her with every stroke, but to torture her was to torture himself. She could see the strain and control he tried to exhibit all over his face. With each movement, Davis increased the pressure, coming closer and closer to her sweet spot without plunging inside.
Her throbbing had turned into an oh-so unsatisfying ache. She reached out to take matters into her own hands. First, Nicole reached for him, but he made sure to stay just out of the way. Then she attempted to use her own fingers to give herself the relief she sought. But Davis wouldn’t let her. He swatted her hands out of the way. Nicole needed to hold on to something as she felt the walls of her core start to contract, so she clutched the sheets. She was close . . . so close . . . but not there yet.
Davis dragged himself up and down the valley of her sex once more—then up again—only this time over her clit. Nicole detonated. Her back arched off the bed; she squeezed her eyes shut and screamed out his name as one of the most powerful orgasms barreled through her body.
That was the moment Davis had been waiting for. He rode the wave of her orgasm and thrust deep. Nicole’s body clamped down, hugging him like a glove. Hot . . . wet . . . tight. It was more than he could stand. He started to move. Davis thrust in and out of her with long, hard strokes. He pulled back almost to the point of pulling out only to slam back inside. The sound of their bodies coming together only increased their frenzied pace. Needing more with each thrust, Davis drove into her like a madman, lifting her hips slightly, and penetrating deeper until he was balls deep. The headboard of the bed beat against the wall with the rhythm of their lovemaking.
Davis stretched Nicole to the point of almost pain. It gave new meaning to the words—hurt so good. Still, she was needy. Every time Davis rolled his hips and buried
