Open Your Eyes, page 12
Minutes later Nick came back, carrying a tray stacked with sweet delights and a glass of amber liquid. He shrugged his shoes off and I watched him from under veiled lashes as he lowered himself and sat next to me. Nick groaned. “What you do to me.”
I looked down to where his pants were tenting, laughing softly at the sight of his straining cock. He set the tray on the ottoman and lifted my hand to his crotch.
“Release me,” he grunted as he leaned back. I quickly obeyed, loosening his belt, then undoing the zipper and pulling his pants down. Letting out a thick guttural sound from the base of his throat, he threw his head back as his glorious cock sprang free. He was commando. No socks, no jocks.
Simply irresistible, I had to touch him. My thumb slid over his thick tip, rubbing the moist droplet shimmering in the light of the fire into the satiny soft skin of his manhood. A feral grunt rumbled from his chest as I brushed my fingers over his length, caressing the silky skin, before he lifted my fingers to his mouth and kissed my fingertips. “I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he hissed between his teeth.
I loved seeing him come apart when I touched him.
“Dessert first.” He leaned over and loaded a spoon with chocolate mousse. Unceremoniously, he pulled me into his lap, and I eagerly straddled his thighs as he held it to my lips. Making a show of licking it slowly, sensuously, I flicked my tongue around the spoon as his cock twitched against my stomach.
“Ah, God!” he groaned as I closed my eyes and swallowed, licking my lips seductively.
Next he held a gigantic chocolate-covered strawberry out to me. I nibbled at it slowly as he held it, his eyes widening as I sucked at the chocolate before gripping it between my teeth and biting hard so that it burst and the juice ran down my mouth and chin.
“Fuck!” His fingers dug into the soft skin of my hips. I held my mouth to him so he could lick the juice from my skin. Some juice dripped onto my breasts and he eagerly dipped his head and sucked it up, hungry for more.
“My turn.” I smiled sweetly as I dipped my fingers into the bowl of cream and leaned backwards, allowing a gap between us. I spread it on his tip, covering it in cream, then leaned forward dramatically and licked and sucked it off, rimming the edge with my tongue.
“You’re so hot!” he grunted as his cock twitched in my hand. “I can't wait to get inside you.”
“Hold your horses, big boy,” I teased, “I haven’t finished my dessert yet.”
“I want my dessert now, I want to taste your sweet nectar,” he breathed, his pupils so dilated that his eyes were almost black, his nostrils slightly flared, and I knew he was at breaking point.
Gently he pushed me back and lay me down on the blanket. Nick reached for the glass of amber liquid and slowly poured a trail over me, starting at each breast, down my chest, forming a pool of liquid in my belly button and stopped when he reached my mound. Taking a sip of the liquid into his mouth, he bent over to kiss me, squirting the liquid into my mouth. It was warm and sweet, and the taste mingled with our breaths and tongues as he nearly ate me alive. His mouth followed the trail as he sucked and licked his way down in big wet kisses; kissing each breast in turn and then lower.
It was my turn to groan loudly as he held my hips still with his big hands. His tongue rimmed my navel; then he sucked the liquid into his mouth and brought it back to my mouth, sharing the ambrosia once again.
Set to torture me, his mouth went back to my navel as his hands stroked my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his fingers.
“Got to taste you,” he mumbled incoherently as he lifted my legs over his shoulders, high heels still in place. I was so ready for him; I opened my legs and shamelessly pushed my mound up to meet his mouth.
“So fucking wet,” he growled as his tongue licked over me. He sat up and took another sip of the port and squirted it into my opening, then speared his tongue inside and lapped it all up again.
Unable to hold back, my muscles clenched around his tongue, pulling him deeper. “Nick. Yes,” I groaned, my voice low and husky, hardly sounding like my own as I exploded, my fingers digging into his back.
“Fuck… yes,” he cried out. “I want to… fuck… you… now, can't… wait,” he stammered, his body covered in a fine mist of sweat. He pulled himself up onto his arms, his biceps bulging under the strain of self-control; his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, a thick vein in his neck pulsing and pumping his blood wildly.
I placed my hands on his shoulders to calm him down and kissed his lips sweetly. He would rip me apart if I let him have me when he was this worked up. The hammering against my chest slowed down a fraction. He let out a deep sigh and I knew he was fighting for control.
His tip was at my entrance, rubbing back and forth, the friction driving me wild. I screwed my eyes shut, fighting my own impulse to push him into me – as deeply as I could take him – with my heels.
“Natalie,” he breathed against my neck. “Open so I can see you when you come.”
A puff of breath left my body and my eyes flew open. We stared at one another for a few moments before he slowly sank into me, once again under control.
“Slowly, I want to feel every inch of you,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine.
He inched his way in, gradually, rhythmically, till I could feel all of him. He swelled up inside me even further and let out a deep sigh of pleasure. “Home,” he whispered; his eyes soft.
Slowly, he pulled back, his muscles trembling, his neck straining with the effort. Then he pushed back in, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he did. We found our rhythm, in time to the music, me rising up to meet him, thrust for thrust. He moved his hips in such a manner that it had me building to a climax once again.
“I'm close, baby,” I moaned softly as my skin tingled, all my senses heightened.
He rotated his hips and hit just the right spot, sending me spiraling out of control. “Oh dear God, I'm going to come,” I cried, my eyes wide open, drowning in his. He quickened the pace, slamming into me now, letting his own control finally go, his eyes dark, swirling in mine.
I wanted more, every inch of him. I pushed him even deeper, the heels of my shoes digging into his ass with force, my nails digging into his back as I shuddered, letting out a deep moan as I became undone. “Nick,” I whimpered as my body shook.
His eyes widened for a second and then turned hazy as he pumped violently into me. He clutched me to him as he rode his orgasm, his face in my neck, frantic and out of control.
“Fuck, Natalie!” he roared. “I love you!”
Chapter Twenty-five
Nick
There it was. My declaration of love unmistakably roared into reality.
Set free.
I had tried to hold it back; I knew it was too soon for Natalie to hear it. In that moment when heaven and earth moved, all I could think of was her, being inside her, filling every inch of her with me. I could no more hold it back than I could not know my own name. It was so natural to say what was in every cell of my body. My heart so filled with love for this woman that it felt like it would burst if I didn’t declare my love for her.
Silence.
She stiffened in my arms for a nanosecond. No! What had I done? I’d ruined it. I knew she wasn’t ready. If only I could keep the words back, if only they didn’t pour from me.
Unsure what to do next, I squeezed her to me tightly, my face buried in her neck, inhaling her scent. Still buried deep inside her, I wanted to stay there forever; never leaving the soft warmness that was Natalie. She was my home. I knew it. Had known it from that first moment she looked at me. And every day with her had just made me more certain. Love her more.
My gut clenched. I trembled with fear. What if she didn’t want my love? What would I do? What if she still loved him? It would be hell.
I felt her hands in my hair, stroking softly. Then a small sigh escaped her lips.
“Nick.” Her lovely voice drifted over me. “Look at me.”
I was afraid. For the first time in my adult life I was more afraid of learning the truth than I was of anything else. Why had I said it? I had so much to lose.
“Baby,” I whimpered, kissing her neck, unable to look at her for fear of what I may see.
“Nick? I need to see you.”
I understood. When we looked into one another’s eyes there was only unspoken truth. I raised my head slowly; my eyes screwed shut, closing out everything I couldn’t bear to see. A truth I may not want to know.
“Open your eyes, Nick.”
Slowly, very slowly, I willed my eyelids to crank open. To look into her eyes.
This is the moment of truth.
What I saw took my breath away. Her eyes were iridescent, love shining back at me. Gone was the sadness that always nestled there. Radiating from the depths of her soul was unadulterated love. Impossible to fake.
The truth I need to see.
“Thank you,” I breathed as I leaned down to kiss her tenderly, our fingers intertwined above her head.
She kissed me back, softly and sweetly. I tasted saltiness on our lips.
Tears.
Mine.
God, my heart burst with joy.
She held my face in her small hands and kissed my cheeks one by one, then my eyelids, and finally my lips once more.
“I love you so,” I groaned against her mouth.
“I know.” Her lips curved into a smile.
She laced her fingers through mine again and I nuzzled her neck as I slowly started moving inside her again. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“Again?” she whispered against my ear.
“Still.” I smiled.
The second round was slow; I kissed her lips, her nose, her jaw, her chin, her neck, her collarbone. I thrust slowly at first, grateful that she would have me. Grateful that my body, even though I wasn’t as young and virile as I wished I could be, could still worship hers. There was no better way to show her the depth of my love than here, inside her, moving as one.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pushing up to meet my every thrust, running her hands through my hair, chanting my name softly. It sounded like a prayer.
I felt her climax building again, her lips swollen, her nipples peaked as they rubbed against my chest. I could make love to her all night, riding her, feeling her surround me.
Natalie pushed against my shoulders and rolled us over, now she was on top of me, her hair in my face, and her cheek on my chest as she lay on top of me for a few moments, squeezing her legs together so I could feel her around my shaft. My heart raced and blood pumped vigorously through my veins. She sat up and grabbed my shoulders, my hands settling on her hips. The sweetest smile was on her lips.
Natalie looked like an angel.
My angel.
She started moving on top of me. Her breasts slowly moving up and down as she rode me, cautiously at first, a faint blush spread over her skin as she bit her lower lip. I could tell she was shy, so my hands on her hips helped her slide up and down my shaft; increasing the rhythm as I felt my insides tighten and my cock harden to steel. I didn’t think it was possible that I could get this hard so soon after climaxing, but my need for her kept building.
My gaze drifted over her body, her full breasts swinging faster now with the increased speed of our thrusts. Her nipples erect, pink and puckered, I licked my lips as my mouth watered for them.
“Lean over,” I commanded gruffly and as she did I drew a nipple into my mouth and sucked hard. She pulled in a sharp breath and let out a slow moan, writhing on top of me.
She leaned back once more, grasping the tops of my thighs. Watching the spot where we joined as she slid up and down my cock, I groaned. I reached down between us and found her sweet spot, wet and swollen. My thumb circled her clit and she let out a gasp as her eyes widened.
“Fuck me, baby,” I choked out. “Fuck me hard.”
Our rhythm became frantic, my thumb pressing into her flesh, her breasts swaying; her eyes hazy as I felt her clench and squeeze my cock. She shuddered as she peaked, her orgasm taking her over.
Frenzied, she slammed down onto my balls and they tightened before releasing into her. My hands left her hips and cupped her breasts, rubbing her nipples to and fro with my thumbs as I pumped into her. She fell forward, her face buried in my neck.
“Baby, that was amazing,” she whispered.
I grinned from ear to ear. “You are amazing,” I said, kissing her hair.
Just then we heard the church bells ring out and a lot of noise outside. People shouting and whistling.
“Happy New Year.” She smiled as she leaned in to kiss me.
“Happy New Year, my love.” I kissed her back. She still held me inside her.
I pulled the quilted blanket up around us. We lay like that for the longest time, her cheek on my chest. Both out of breath at first; then slowly settling down as I stroked her hair then caressed the soft flesh of her rounded bottom. Leisurely I ran my palms up and down her spine, feeling the sexy curve of her back and she sighed against me.
My Natalie. I was the luckiest man alive. She hadn’t said the words I longed to hear, but I knew she loved me. It was in her eyes – in her very soul.
We had the rest of our lives to look forward to. I could wait.
She completely owned me.
It felt so good, so right.
Chapter Twenty-six
Natalie
Nick’s big hands rubbing up and down my spine, caressing my skin so lovingly, lulled me to sleep. He said he loved me. My heart filled with so much love and joy, that after all that lovemaking and multiple orgasms, my mind and body shut down. My breathing slowed as I lay on top of him, completely exhausted.
He had the stamina of a man half his age – I was in trouble. But it was a good kind of trouble, and I was so up for it. I’d had such a long dry spell; there was a lot of catching up to do. Bring on the multiple orgasms… I let out a contented sigh. For now I just gave in and treasured the moment, I fell asleep in Nick’s arms, his body blanketing mine.
Loud noises at the front door startled me. Nick and I were still in front of the fireplace, wrapped in a blanket, where we had fallen asleep.
“Shit!” Nick groaned as he jumped up, and still naked, wrapped the blanket around my body and scooped me up into his strong arms. He carried me up the stairs, which creaked under our joint weight. Instead of taking me to my bedroom, he carried me directly to his room and laid me down on the bed in the semi-darkness.
“Tonight we sleep together,” he said softly as he pressed a kiss to my forehead. “I need to hold you all night – feel you against my body.”
“Our clothes…” I whispered, panic setting in.
“Don’t worry.” He chuckled softly. “It's nearly dawn; the kids will be so tired they will sneak off to bed without going into the living room. Once they settle down, I will go and fetch the evidence of our New Year’s Eve party.” He winked at me.
Nearly dawn? How had that happened?
Nick placed a finger over my lips before I could speak. “They are adults. Let them enjoy themselves. The girls were safe with Josh and Connor.”
We listened, holding our breaths as footsteps creaked up the wooden staircase and doors squeaked in the silence of the night. “Shh.” Someone giggled before a door closed rather loudly. I tried not to imagine who went into which rooms, and if my daughter would be admiring male appendages.
A robust appendage throbbed at my hip.
“I’m greedy.” He smiled sheepishly. “I can't get enough.”
“Stop talking.” I pulled him down and kissed him thoroughly, the warm pulse unfurling inside me rushing to all the spots that needed his touch. I wanted Nick’s hands and mouth on me, loving me.
He crawled behind my back and snuggled into me. His big hands cupped my breasts and this thumbs thrummed over my pointy peaks. His cock lay between the cheeks of my ass, heavy and hard as steel, and I pushed back to feel every inch of its girth against my softness. He kissed the sensitive flesh on my shoulder and neck before licking along the shell of my ear. His tongue was warm and wet and sent shivers down my spine.
Next his hand slid between us and he directed his shaft into me, groaning loudly as he did. I bit my lip, trying to control my cries as he filled me from behind. God, this was so good.
It got even better. Nick’s hand slid down my stomach and cupped my mound. His fingers slipped deftly into the wet, swollen folds and strummed my clit. I pushed my ass back into him, wanting him as deep as he could go. One hand on my breast, the other on my sex, filling me from behind… there was only so much I could take before completely coming apart. I placed one hand over each of his and let out a guttural moan, my head thrown back against his shoulder as I burst into a mind-blowing orgasm.
“Nick, baby, fuck me,” I cried as his teeth sank into my shoulder and he pumped into me, his hips slapping furiously against my ass as the mother of all groans left his body.
He finally stilled behind me and I could feel a smile creep over his lips against my back. “Fuck, I love it when you talk dirty, baby, it makes me come so hard.” He chuckled, his thumb still making small circles between my legs.
The sensation was pure bliss – I was amazed at how long I wanted his hands on me, even after I had climaxed. I’d never had this pleasure before, always in a hurry to jump up and clean up after sex, thinking it was over once we had both reached orgasm. Nick was teaching me otherwise. He taught me to take my pleasure and hold on to it for as long as my body craved it.
And that’s how we feel asleep again, his body wrapped around mine, my hands laced over his as he held my breast in one and my mound in another, him still deep inside me.
Chapter Twenty-seven
Woken by banging on Nick’s bedroom door, I sat up in a panic.
“Nick?” Olivia’s voice was frantic, pleading. “Sorry to wake you, but where is my mother?”
Finding me in Nick’s bed shouldn’t be such a shock to her – Olivia was a big girl now. Surely she understood at some level that this was inevitable?
