“I’ve been awake for a long time,” he says, his hand resting on the doorframe.
“What have you been doing?”
A heavy pause settles between us.
He licks his lips. “Thinking about you.”
Before I can say anything to that, his eyes burn with urgent need and he bursts into the apartment like a man who sees what he wants and will do anything to get it.
And what he wants is me.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Bram
I couldn’t wait a second longer. What little patience I had left for Nicola had snapped and I let loose like a rubber band that’s been stretched to the end.
I grab her face, that fucking perfect, sweet face and kiss her more wildly, more violent and desperate than I’ve ever felt before. Her mouth feels like silk as my tongue thrusts inside, wanting to claim every wet inch and her skin feels like heaven, clouds, that beckon you to grab and squeeze and make yours.
A small whimper escapes her lips and into my mouth and her hands are on my bare chest, trying to push me back but I can’t wait. While I’m still kissing her, I reach back and quickly close the door behind me, silently, aware that Ava is asleep. I have no intentions of waking her up, of having any interruptions. I’m going to get deep inside Nicola tonight and fuck her so raw, so hard, until she has no choice but to see the animals we are.
I grab her roughly and with a grunt, flip her over my shoulder, like a caveman would, like a hunter would bring home a meal, and take her into the bedroom where I throw her on the bed. She bounces on it and I shut the door behind us, making sure it locks, then take the condom foil out of my pocket and toss it on the bed before sliding off my pants.
She’s breathless and wide-eyed as she stares at my naked, massive erection for the first time. It’s just the reaction I want. Actually, she’s looking a wee bit intimidated but that’s not so bad for the ego either.
“There’s no time for foreplay,” I warn her gruffly as I get on the bed and crawl toward her, my thick shaft bobbing between us. “But I’ll get you wet all the same.” I put my hand on her shoulders and push her down onto the bed while I settle over top of her, my hands on both sides of her face. I run my thumb over her lips, pushing it in until I get between her teeth.
“It wasn’t just tonight that thoughts of you have kept me up,” I tell her, wanting to know how badly she’s gotten under my skin. “It’s every night. It’s all the time.” I remove my thumb and press my body down on top of her, so she can feel how hard, long and ready I am. Her eyes widen but they aren’t afraid. It’s like her body has been ready for this and her mind is struggling to catch up.
She’s eager, even though she doesn’t know what will happen next.
I reach over for the condom packet and slide it on, my heart pounding loudly, and spread her legs apart with my knee. The scent of her already drifts up and I breathe it in deeply, sweet and musky, more addicting than any perfume.
Quickly, before I lose it, my body hair-trigger sensitive, I sit back on my heels and rip open a condom, sheathing the thin latex over my length. I watch Nicola’s face, her eyes taking me all in and I remind myself that even when I’m turning down an extra beer and sweating for hours at the gym, this moment is all worth it. I take the best damn care of my body and she can’t seem to take her eyes off of me.
Once it’s on, I shake a drop of sweat from my brow – Christ, I’m burning up in here, my skin feeling like the sun – and lower myself down on her, keeping all my weight on one arm as my free hand slinks between her waiting legs.
“Just making sure you’re ready for me,” I murmur to her, my lips and teeth finding the soft, delicate lobe of her ear and tugging on it just so. I bring my hand up to her pussy and grin against her cheek. Not only does she feel just as plump and silky as before, now she’s positively drenched. Fuck, I should ditch my plans and just lap up every last decadent drop but then I know I’d be blowing my load in the first minute. There’s nothing so primitively sexy, so fucking raw, than eating a woman out, licking up every ounce of what makes her her. When you combine that with the pleasure you’re giving her, I dare any real man not want to lose control. Turning her on turns me on.
“You’re so fucking wet,” I tell her as I push two fingers inside her tight little hole. The way she squeezes around them, holding me, makes my eyes momentarily roll back in my head. Fuck, and that’s just my fingers.
Her breath hitches and she arches back, her round, pale breasts heaving upwards. I run my tongue over her nipples, hard pebbles that respond to my every touch, and she groans loudly. I push my fingers in further and the groan deepens. She’s like a fucking smorgasbord, a buffet, a feast, and I have no idea where to start but every single item is bound to be delicious.
I can’t take much more. I make a fist around my rigid shaft and position it at her entrance. Her eyes flutter from being closed to being open wide as I slowly rub my swollen head up and down her shiny cleft. It feels too incredible.
“Oh God,” she says breathlessly. “Just get inside me already.”
“Impatient,” I comment. “I like that.”
She pauses for a moment. “Just…it’s been a long time. I may have been revirginized.”
The stupid smile on my face spreads even wider. “You say all the right things. I’ll go slow.”
And even though going slow is the last thing I want – fuck, every nerve in my body is ready to slam right into her hot depths and ram her until she’s up against the headboard – I do it anyway. I slowly start to make my way inside her.
No, it’s more like force my way inside her because she’s that damn tight, like a wet little vice that grips every heavy millimetre of my cock.
“Shit,” I growl, looking down to see myself as I push into her. My head has disappeared into that sweet pink dream. So slippery, so surreal. “This is a test of my will,” I tell her.
“Easy,” she says through a shaking exhale. She lies back and I wait until she relaxes a bit more before I ease in further. She’s so hot and wet as I slowly work my way inside that I begin to shake. I pause, for myself this time, and take in a deep, ragged breath.
“Am I hurting you?” she asks quietly.
“Sweetheart,” I say, my voice low and throaty. “You’re only hurting my resolve.”
She smiles at that and relaxes more but it’s not enough.
“Open yourself,” I tell her. “I’m only halfway there. I want you to take all of me.”
She blinks. “Shit, I thought I was.”
I shake my head, more droplets of sweat falling off and landing on her breasts.
She takes in a deep breath but I know how to speed up the process. I place my thumb on her clit and rub it around, her juices spreading. I work at her until I feel her widen and then I push in further. She gasps but she puts her hands at my ass and presses her fingers in, controlling my speed. But she’s still pulling me forward.
I’m holding my breath, forgetting to exhale, so wrapped up in this dizzying plunge, feeling like some conqueror taking over a new land. She spreads out beneath me, so soft and lush, like paradise and she lifts her knees higher, opening herself wider, and finally I’m in all the way, my balls pressing up against her and I feel this close to blacking out. She gasps but grips me with tight, blistering fury.
I groan loudly, unable to keep quiet. For all of my reputation as a lady’s man, I know I won’t be able to make a good impression this first time. The need in me is too sharp, too hard, too much. I slide out slowly and watch my thick shaft shiny with everything she has then plunge back in. My whole body shudders.
But even if I’m going to come soon, and fuck it’s going to be amazing, I’m not doing so without her. I steady myself and with force I grab her thighs and yank her up and to me, holding on tight with one hand, my fingers digging into her soft flesh, while my other hand goes for her clit again.