He sat up a bit, so she could get the shirt over again, then fell back against the headboard roughly, his breath coming out in gasps, as his hands clenched the blanket beneath them.
Nicole felt the blush begin to rise as she thought about what she was going to do next.
Nicole reached back and unclasped her bra, then slowly pealed it from her body. She looked down briefly, self-consciously, but when she looked up, Kent nodded his encouragement.
His hungry gaze devoured the site of her full breasts before him. The look on his face took Nicole to the brink of something she had never experienced before, and as he watched her, she brought her hands up to caress her breasts.
She cupped each breast, running her hands along them.
Kent closed his eyes briefly, as if trying to gain composure, before they flew open again, to watch her delicate fingers as she pinched her nipples into tight little nubs.
He groaned then, and shifted uncomfortably on the bed, licking his lips, unable to tear his gaze away from the site before him.
Nicole’s long blonde hair spilled out over her shoulders. She was on her knees, rubbing her breasts, and watching him watch her.
The site of her beautifully aroused face, and her body clad only in the sweetest pair of pink panties, as she turned them both on, was enough to make him lose his mind.
The blanket was bunched up in his hands and it took every ounce of control he had not to say, “Fuck it” and bury himself in her.
Nicole leaned in, rubbing her breasts against his bare chest, as she straddled him.
Kent froze at the contact, as she began to rock back and forth on top of him, her mouth working its way up his chest.
He thought he might whimper.
“Nic.”
She turned her hot eyes on him.
“Touch yourself for me.”
She licked her lips, brought her hands up to her breasts and fondled them softly.
Kent watched her and said softly, “Lower.”
Her eyes looked momentarily confused, then unsure as his words penetrated the haze that covered her mind. She faltered briefly, but was fueled on by the heat of his gaze.
Kent bit his lip and nodded as her hand began to slowly make a trail towards those pink panties.
The sight of her delicate fingers at the top of her panties almost did him in.
Overcome by need unlike anything he’d ever know, Kent watched as Nicole bucked against her hand and came apart in front of him.
Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and her face was full of pleasure.
Nicole was breathing heavily as she slowly still, brought her head down and opened her eyes. She smiled shyly at him and leaned in to kiss him with her swollen lips.
When their bodies touched, she realized that he was still rock hard. His hands were red and taunt as the struggled to keep his hands where he’d promised, but he’d never been so close to the insanity he felt at that moment.
“Touch me,” he said softly, his voice strained.
Nicole paused momentarily, before she moved her shaky hands to the front of his pants and undid the button of his jeans. She unzipped them slowly, the hiss that exited his mouth matching the hiss of his zipper.
She looked up at him again, for affirmation, then eased her hands into the opening in his boxer briefs.
Kent’s breath caught as her smooth hand touched his pulsing shaft. Her touch was gentle and unsure, the combination of which drove Kent crazy. Surprisingly, it didn’t take long for his release. Kent was amazed at the pleasure he experienced at her touch, but was relieved to finally be satiated.
They both laid back, struggling to catch their breath, both of them smiling, before Kent reached out and pulled Nicole to him. He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her, before running his hands up and down her body.
“God, I really wanted to touch you.” Kent admitted as he smiled against her lips.
“I trust you, Kent. You don’t have to be afraid with me,” Nicole said as she lay back down and rested her head against his chest, his arms cradling her.
Kent didn’t say anything, he just ran his hands through her silky hair, as he realized that he’d never felt about anyone, the way he felt about Nicole. He couldn’t help but worry that someone like him had no right to be with someone as pure as her.
Chapter Fifteen
When Kent woke up the next morning, he could still smell Nicole’s shampoo on his pillow. He inhaled deeply and smiled, moving his hand along the sheet and opening his eyes when he realized he was alone.
He turned to lie on his back and stretched as his eyes began to focus and he became fully awake.
He heard sounds coming from the kitchen, and started to catch the faint smell of bacon drifting from beneath his bedroom door.
He swung his long legs over the side of his bed and ran his hands through his hair to try and tame it a bit before reaching for his jeans and pulling them up over his body.
He opened the door and paused, taking in the site of Nicole working in his kitchen. Her hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and she was wearing the t-shirt he had given her to sleep in last night.
It came to just above her knees.
She was fresh-faced and singing along to a song on the radio that was playing softly in the kitchen.
She looked amazing.
He walked up behind her and kissed her softly on the exposed side of her neck.
Nicole paused and turned into him, allowing him to take her
