We kiss each other and explore with our fingers as he ebbs his way in and out, each time a little deeper.
As soon as I’m relaxed on the inside, his steady momentum increases, and as I moan again and again, he becomes ravenous. I am gripping his hips and urging him deeper, completely at his mercy from now on.
I cry out, gasp, as heat presses from my core. Every sound I make, he responds to with an adjustment, finding the rhythm I need and forging in that incredible direction. His length edges pleasure from my tight walls as our tongues lace. Whenever he bears down, we lock eyes, him panting with me. A feverish heat bursts between my legs before I realize what’s happening.
I cry out, “Oh Nicholas!” shocked by the sound of my own voice, a sexy high-pitched pleading for this to never go away.
He growls, hisses, and tries to hold back. “I want to make you cum again.”
Whimpering, “Why didn’t we do this a long time ago?” I cling to him and enjoy his kisses as his stiffness slides in and out. Everything is blurry with pleasure. Heat pounds between my legs. I grip his back as I sigh, “Nicholas!”
His beautiful grin flashes before he grips me tighter, hips expertly gyrating. “Hey Slugger, guess what? I’m inside you. We’re finally fucking.”
I start laughing and that just makes my walls squeeze him. Nicholas reacts, growling with hunger, shaking his head as he commands himself, “Don’t cum yet. No.” The amber shards in his irises catch fire and he starts fucking me harder, faster. Every burst of his strong hips fills me, stretches me. I’m terribly wet and I know it’s driving him crazy. He pauses a second, panting, before smashing his mouth into mine with the best kiss of my life. He expertly guides my tongue and a sexy conversation begins. Our bodies start moving of their own accord. I feel his shaft thicken, his breath hitching with mine. With our lips clasped we cum together, the pulses thick, hot, mind-blowing.
Afterward we lie on top of each other for a long time, talking about our lives. At one point he traces my face and murmurs, “I never have to search for you again.”
I smile, “I’m not going anywhere.”
He tells me stories from his childhood. All of them include Matthew. And I describe some of the fun things Denise and I did, and some that were just plain wrong. Nicholas asks me about the cookies.
“She mentioned something about how you wouldn’t even eat a cookie?”
Laughing to myself, I share how she and I became friends. And he listens, resting on his elbow, attentive and relaxed. I could stay here forever.
Nicholas glances over as my dog lays his head on the sofa. “Did Denise take you out? She left you here crossing your legs, didn’t she?”
With sarcasm I laugh, “Yeah right. You know she walked him.”
“We’re not absolutely sure about that,” Nicholas argues as he gets up and puts on his jeans. “Did she leave a note?”
Pointing to the evidence I pick up my jeans and head for the bathroom. “You know she did!”
He crumbles it up. “No note, no certainty.”
I call back on a laugh, “Is this how it’s going to be with you two?”
Feigning innocence he insists, “I don’t know what you mean, Maddie,” and swipes the keys I tossed, throws and catches them while I clean up quickly with the bathroom door open, listening to him say, “My girl and I are going to walk the dog. The one I saved. After we just had amazing sex. I’m also spending the night. In her arms. In her other things, too. So who wins, Maddie, huh?! Me or your best friend since you were little?”
Stifling a laugh, I walk out and shake my head as I button up and put my shoes on while he attaches Bucky’s leash.
We walk out and Nicholas locks up my apartment as if it’s his. I’m not sure if he’s doing this to be funny, or chivalrous.
Either way…I like it.
CHAPTER 35
I n the warm night air his fingers find mine, lace and lock.
Bucky bounces with satisfaction on Nicholas’s right side while I’m on his left. “Mmm, you smell that?” I smile, closing my eyes. “Night Blooming Jasmine.”
He breathes in, “Mmm, yeah.”
“I remember when I moved here from Richmond with Denise, and we first smelled that. I couldn’t find the source.”
He nods, pointing to a bush with tiny white buds up ahead. “It’s tricky. The closer we get, the farther the scent runs.”
“Totally sneaky,” I agree, smiling.
Bucky proceeds to lift his leg on the bush, showing him what he thinks of sneaky, and we both start laughing.
The pause is short, so I tease Nicholas, “She did walk him. See, there’s nothing left!”
“Nah, he’s pacing himself.”
“Sure.”
Our hands swing a little as we walk. “I’m a guy. I know these things.”
“You’re so full of it.”
Nicholas chuckles and insists, “Bucky’s storing it for the long journey. Wants to get the most fun out of this walk as he can.”
“Long journey?”
“We’re going to Piedmont Park.”
I dryly remind him, “That’s only four blocks away.”
Lifting an eyebrow, he returns, “But how big is it?”
Glancing to my sneakers, I mutter an even drier, “Good thing I wore sneakers.”
“I would have preferred heels.”
I flick a look to him, play along, “You’d like to see me walk on grass and dirt in spikes.”
“Since we didn’t see a comedy, gotta find my laugh somewhere.”
“Nice.”
“Nobody said I was.”
I volley back, this time with a gentler voice, “But it turns out you are.”
That beautiful smile flashes. He stops walking and kisses me, Bucky impatiently waiting.
Excitement tingles as Nicholas steps a little closer, the two of us kissing in front of a quiet home that belongs to someone we’ll never meet.
Can they see my heart skipping, from the window? Are they
