Page 63 of Passing Notes
His chest was broad, tapering down to a set of six-pack abs that had me biting my lip and itching to get my hands on him. I knew from all the touching and snuggling we’d done, our pool time, and observing how his Green Valley High polo fit him every Friday he was toned and strong, but seeing him on full display right here for my eyes only was an entirely different experience.
“You’re a beautiful man,” I stated.
“Thank you. You’re more beautiful than anything I’ve ever seen.”
“Nick . . . ,” I breathed.
“Get over here, baby.” He fisted his hard cock, holding it steady as his eyes burned into mine. “Don’t make me wait anymore. I feel like I’ve spent my life waiting for you, wanting you, missing you. I need you now, Clara.”
Warmth surged through me and pooled between my legs as I tossed him the strip of condoms and slid out of my nightgown.
“Do we need these?” He waved the condoms in the air. “I get a physical every year, so no worries there. I’m okay with it if you are.”
“Same. I’m good, and I’m on the pill.” I slipped out of my panties, kicking them off as I strode toward him. Bending at the waist, I trailed my hands up and over the smattering of dark hair covering his chest, resting them on his shoulders as I put one knee on the chair, then the other.
My legs were already shaking. I was empty and aching and desperate for him.
The heat in his gaze burned bright as I lowered myself, sinking down inch by inch until I was stretched full of him.
His jaw clenched tight as he sank his teeth into his lower lip to stifle a groan.
With heavy-lidded eyes, he watched me move over him like I might disappear, like I was part of a dream he was deep in the middle of, like he couldn’t get enough. Maybe he was as afraid of losing me as I was of losing him.
His hands slid from my hips to rest on my ribs with his thumbs idly stroking my nipples. He was lazy and languid as he let me take control and I loved it. “Kiss me, baby.”
I hissed out a breath and did as he asked, riding him slow and taking him deep as his tongue swept against mine, swirling in a slow circle before he sucked my lower lip into his mouth with a growly moan.
He was beautiful like this, with his neck arched back and that sharp jawline on full display.
“Faster, Clara. Go harder, make us both come.” He bucked his hips for emphasis, making me squeal in delight as he surged up into me. One hand trailed down to find my clit while the other pinched and pulled at my nipple. “You feel so good. Don’t stop. My god, baby, please don’t stop.”
I panted as I dropped forward to kiss his mouth. “Hold on.” The smoldering flame in his eyes lit me on fire too, blazing a path that led straight between my legs. He put his hands on the arms of the chair, bracing himself so I could ride him hard, and I grinned. “That’s right, Nick. Don’t let go of that chair.”
I slid a hand between my legs, spreading myself wide as I bounced up and down, grinding myself against him with a twisty little swivel of my hips each time I bottomed out.
“Damn, look at you. Look at us.” His dark eyes roamed over me as I took him. “You’re so fucking beautiful like this, so wet, so fucking hot.”
It was empowering, the way he watched me, the way he was coming apart beneath me. He was mine and I was his and we were going over the edge together.
His body was strung tight with the need to release. His hands on the chair had moved to my hips, digging into my flesh as he encouraged me to go harder, to move faster. “Please, baby, please...” His deep groan sent another wave of hot pleasure through me as I arched back and squeezed him tight. The fluttering waves of my orgasm sent me flying as he thrust up and pulled me down hard. He came along with me, letting out a groan as he released.
“My god, Nick,” I gasped as we broke apart together. I fell forward to lie on his chest, struggling to catch my breath and come back down to earth. “I want to fall asleep like this, right here in my closet, straddling your lap, filled full of you. But the dual threats of a UTI and my lower back going out could make that a problem in the morning.”
He stood, lifting me as he got to his feet, his hands beneath my ass, and carried me into the bedroom. “I can’t sleep sitting up either.”
He put a knee to the bed and let me fall backward. I scrambled under the covers and patted the bed for him to join me.
“This is amazing.” I took stock of my body and how deliciously languid I felt. “I never consented to all these feelings,” I joked. “I don’t know how to feel this good. My legs are still shaking.”
“But will you consent to me waking you up with my mouth between these pretty thighs of yours in the middle of the night?”
“Only if you consent to me grabbing your hair, clamping your head between my legs, and grinding against your face like a maniac.” I grinned as his smile got lazy. “Sleep Clara has vivid dreams on occasion,” I explained. “You’d be making one of them come true.”
“I consent to all of that. Please do it.”
I held up a finger. “Okay, but?—”
“If you close your legs or push me away, that means no.”