Page 77 of Wilde In His Arms
He peeled off his shirt just as he came through the door.The mottled bruising on his chest was fading.She wondered how long his stitches had been out.He pulled the gun from behind his back and set it on the dresser behind him.
She hadn’t realized he was armed.He probably didn’t want her to know, to remind her that someone wanted to hurt him, then kill him.
“It’s just you and me here,” he reminded her.He undid the button on his jeans and her mouth watered and her sex clenched around her fingers.He slid them down slowly, revealing his long, thick length.His thigh looked better.Just a raised pink scar, no stitches.
He lost the rest of his clothes and shoes as he watched her work her pussy.
She made it nice and wet and ready for him.“Do you like what you see?”
“I love it.”
“Then come and get it.”
Nick crawled up the bed, just like she’d done, only he crawled over her, his hard cock bobbing as he leaned over her and took her hard nipple into his mouth.He sucked, then laved it, drawing it into his mouth again and again and teasing it with his tongue.
He gave her other breast the same attention; all the while she kept stroking her clit with one hand and fisting his cock in the other, stroking him up and down.No one could say she wasn’t a good multitasker.
But Nick grew impatient and brushed her hand away as he settled between her thighs, notching the head of his cock at her entrance.She gripped his sides and pulled him into her as he thrust forward, burying himself deep inside her.
“Fuck.If you keep clenching me like that, I’m not going to last.”
She hummed out her appreciation for him.“You feel so good.And I’m so close.”She’d worked herself up to another orgasm.
Nick pulled out, then thrust deep again and again.She hit the crest and rode out her second orgasm.Nick gritted his teeth above her, then distracted himself by leaning down and teasing her breast with his tongue again.
She hooked her legs around his waist and pulled him in deeper.
He groaned, then rolled her with him across the bed.She ended up straddling him, his hands on her hips.“Ride me, baby.I need to feel you come again on my cock.”
She rose up and sank down on him in a slow glide.
“Faster, baby.Fuck me like you mean it.”
She rode him hard and fast.
He slipped one hand around her hip to her ass and squeezed it tight.His other hand went to where they were joined and he played with her clit, circling it with his thumb as she bounced up and down on top of him, one hand braced on his chest on the opposite side of the scar where he got stabbed.
“Nick.”The worried tone in her words caught his attention.
“I’m fine.Don’t stop.”His head pushed back into the pillow.“You feel so fucking good.”
She kept up her pace and reached back below her ass and caressed his balls.Nick went off like dynamite, his cock pulsing inside of her as he pressed his thumb to her clit and she clenched around him, milking every last drop from him.
Cautious of his injury, she gently laid herself down, keeping most of her weight on his right side and away from his hurt shoulder.
He wrapped his arms around her.“You’re not hurting me.”
“I didn’t think at first, I just wanted you so much.”
“I’m fine.”His big hands rubbed up and down her back and over her ass.“God, the things you do to me.”
“It’s mutual.I’m so glad you’re here.”She hugged him closer.“I can’t believe you’re here.Finally.”The last was said with so much relief he felt her body expel it on a sigh.
He held her close and kissed her forehead.“I’m exactly where I want to be.”
“I love the house.It’s got so much of what I love.The kitchen…those counters…the island.I can’t wait to cook and eat with you in there.”
“I knew you’d love that and the freestanding tub in the bathroom.You can soak in there after a long shift on your feet.”Nick nuzzled her neck with his nose.