Felicia's Fling, page 14
He drew her up and lay back against the cushions as her mouth covered his. The kiss began simply. A tender meeting of lips. But neither of them could keep it that way for long. Nate’s tongue slid out to lick across her lips and trace the outline delicately before pushing inside. Her mouth parted willingly to his skillful probing. As their tongues intertwined, his hands slid up and down her back, delving beneath her top, wanting her as close to him as he could get her.
The kiss deepened. Grew hotter. Mouths melded and broke apart, only to return again for another taste. Nate latched onto Felicia’s tongue as it slipped inside to explore his mouth. He pulled on it, suckled it, and she arched against him with a little moan. “Fuck, baby.” Nate gasped out the words before returning to devour her mouth again with hungry lips.
*
Felicia wanted closer. She broke free of the kiss and sat up, legs straddling Nate’s lap. She could feel the hard erection pressing into her aching pussy. Nate sank back further, watching as she unbuttoned the shirt she wore and slid it from her shoulders. His eyes darkened. “Beautiful, Felicia. You’re absolutely beautiful.”
She smiled with delight at his obvious pleasure. When his hands reached up to cup her aching mounds, she pressed into them, needing to feel his touch against her tightening nipples. He squeezed and pulled, raking his thumbs across the hard points until she begged, “More, please.” He urged her down and his mouth closed over one excited tip. He worked over each breast and nipple, nipping and sucking, licking until she was moaning uncontrollably. When he finally drew back, she knew what he must see. Her face was flushed with the heat of her arousal, her hair a tangled mass dangling down her back, and her mouth parted and gasping with need. His mouth had left wet trails across her chest and her nipples glistened in the dim light of the room.
Nate’s eyes met hers. “I need you, Felicia. So much.”
She knew exactly how he felt. There was no thought of denial, no thought of regrets or recriminations.
She nodded and rose. Extending a hand to him, she smiled. “Let’s go back upstairs.”
In no time at all, they were lying on his bed, her body sprawled out naked on top of him. She felt his hands stroke down her back to cup her ass and arch her against him. She moaned, needing more.
He rolled over until she was spread beneath him, and she relished the feel of his weight pushing her down into the mattress, the feel of his hot skin against hers. She stared up into his face, seeing the same need there she was sure must be reflected on her own. As he moved closer and closer, she squirmed impatiently, burning with a need to feel his lips on hers. He covered her mouth in a slow, deep kiss that she never wanted to end, and she trembled as his hands lazily explored her. She arched against him, needing to get closer to him. Desire coiled hotly inside her.
His hand traced a lazy path across the dampness of her pussy, skimming over the parted folds before moving on. He covered her in kisses, leaving not an inch of skin untouched. When she was nearly incoherent with need, he urged her onto her belly. He licked across her skin with slow, meandering trails. By the time he was done, she felt like he knew her body better than she knew it herself. Again she felt his touch in that most forbidden of places, and she knew that she wanted to share this with him, too. She pressed back against him, and he paused.
"Felicia?" She heard the questioning note in his voice.
"Yes. Yes, Nate. Please, I want you so much."
He traced around that dark rose, barely penetrating inside.
"Are you sure about this, sweetheart? I don't want you to do anything you're not ready for."
"I'm sure just … be careful, okay?"
“Okay. God, baby, this is going to be so good.”
Using his finger, he gathered the moisture that had gathered between her thighs and pressed in with a firmer touch. She felt her body opening for him. He withdrew his fingers, and she almost begged him not to. The stimulation of her ass, the gentle penetration … she had liked it. Liked it a lot.
He got off the bed and whispered, “Try to relax, baby.” Felicia’s lids felt so heavy, but she forced them open, wanting to see his face as she rolled over and lay nude before him. She lifted her hands to touch herself, needing the release. “No, baby. Not yet. Be patient. I promise, it will be amazing.”
Reluctantly she nodded and laid her arms back down on the bed, turned on even more by the commanding tone of his voice. His hands reached out to part her thighs a bit more so that the pink inner flesh was visible. A sharp feeling of vulnerability hit her and she started to close her legs against his ravaging gaze. He stopped her. "No." His hands tightened on her thighs. Felicia obeyed, lying helplessly as he moved to the bottom of the bed. Her limbs felt so heavy where they rested against the mattress, and wetness trickled down her thigh. “Beautiful.”
He picked up the scented oil that sat on his bedside table and dribbled it into his palm. His hands began at her feet, as he had earlier, working their way higher and higher. Felicia gasped, overcome by a startling wave of need. His strokes became more sensual, and Felicia’s hands fisted in the bed sheets. God, she needed his touch on her most intimate flesh, his fingers against her clit, inside her.
“No,” she whispered as he bypassed that sensitive spot once again and moved higher. But she moaned in approval as his fingers closed over her breasts. He dribbled some more oil onto his hands and massaged the mounds in ever decreasing circles until he lightly pinched her nipples. The oil stimulated her sensitive flesh almost unbearably. Her own hands came up to cover his and pressed down, feeling his rough skin move beneath her fingers. Together, they continued to knead the swollen mounds until his breathing came in gasping grunts and her own breath was unsteady. He pulled on her nipples a little harder, then harder still. She sank deeper and deeper into a whirling storm of pure desire. Finally she begged him, “Oh, Nate, please…”
Nate drew his hand back and lowered his mouth to take a rigid peak between his teeth and tug gently. He pulled it into his mouth and sucked, softly at first, then stronger and stronger. Felicia grasped his head in her hands and wove her fingers through his hair to hold him tighter against her. He moved to the other peak and gave it the same attention, until Felicia was moaning continually. She arched upward in search of his hard flesh, needing to feel his cock sinking into her, filling the emptiness.
He released her nipple and his mouth traveled down, lower and lower. Across the trembling muscles of her stomach where he placed stinging little bites. Finally, he reached the spot she most wanted him to be. He nudged apart her legs and looked down at the dripping folds protecting her reddened clit. When his tongue skimmed over the sensitive bundle of nerves, she bucked upward and cried out. It was too much. Too good. Again his tongue dipped to slide across and again she moaned. His mouth lapped at the dewy wetness that trickled from between her legs as if he were a man dying of thirst. No drop escaped. He ate at her until she was incoherent with need, her thoughts a misty haze as she surrendered completely to the elemental forces which controlled her. His stiffened tongue stabbed up into her channel, as he fucked her with his mouth. She struggled to retain some semblance of sanity as he continued to torment her. Her grasp on reality began crumbling beneath the onslaught of intense need. “Oh, God, Nate. God, I need to come. Please, oh, please…” At last, when she thought she could take it no more, she peaked. Pulse after pulse beating between her legs. A scream of completion rang from her throat as her body bucked with the power of her orgasm.
When the last spasms faded, she lay sprawled across the bed. She could hear her own panting breaths as they filled the room and finally slowed. When she felt Nate rise, she forced her heavy eyes to open and watched as he stripped his jeans off. His cock stood hard and erect out from his body, the head an angry purple. He slid on a condom and moved to the bed. “Turn over on your belly, Felicia.” His voice was a rough command.
She felt wrung out. Could barely move. But when he reached out to help her, she hesitated only a second before allowing him to flip her body over. Once she was face down on the bed, he shoved a pillow under her hips to prop her ass up. More oil dribbled onto her ass and trickled down the crevice. Nate’s fingers pushed inside a few more times, loosening her up, stretching her. She'd dreaded this, feared it. But now she felt a dark excitement stirring inside her. To give herself like this to him, this most forbidden act, was strangely thrilling, and she found herself waiting with a barely restrained eagerness for his penetration.
“Is this okay, Felicia? Are you ready, sweetheart?”
She fisted her hands in the sheet but nodded. "Yes. I want you to do it. Please, Nate. Fuck me." He removed his fingers, and she felt the first tentative movement of his cock against her. She tensed up instinctively, and her heart jumped against her ribs.
“Relax, baby. Don’t stiffen up on me.”
She tried to do as he told her, taking a deep breath and releasing it slowly. He pushed forward until just the head of his cock was inside. And then he stopped.
“Press down, sweetheart. Just a bit. Ah, yes … that’s it, baby.”
She felt more of his cock breaching the threshold and held her breath. It hurt. It did. Not like before with Stephen. But still…
“Nate?”
“Patience, baby. Just a little pain, I promise. And then it’ll be so good.”
He pressed in another inch. She moaned.
Nate was totally still. “You okay?” The terseness of his voice revealed the tight rein he was holding over himself.
Felicia considered his question. It did hurt, but it wasn’t unbearable. And she was also beginning to feel something else, a wicked pleasure.
“Yes, Nate. I’m okay. Go ahead. More.” She wanted this. Wanted to feel his hardness filling her in such a naughty and forbidden place.
He slid his hand around and found her swollen clit. He began rubbing it, stroking over the tiny nubbin until she could hardly stand it. God, what was he doing to her? She felt besieged, surrounded. And she loved it. He slipped in a bit further.
Slowly, taking it inch by inch, he pushed into her. With each push, she became more aroused. God, would she be able to take him all? He felt huge inside her, and he was stretching her to the point where the pain and pleasure were merging together into something she had never before experienced. She cried out when he pinched her clit.
“Good, baby?” He was barely coherent.
“Yes, yes … yes…” Her panted gasps must have reassured him, because he pushed again and one last time.
“God, Nate.”
“There baby. There. I’m all the way in.” He stroked a hand down her back and her skin pebbled. It was too much. Almost too much for her to bear. “God, you’re so gorgeous and sexy.”
He held himself totally still for so long that Felicia wondered if something was wrong. She tentatively thrust back against him. Finally he began a slow, steady rhythm that was designed to send them both insane. She felt his hand grasp her hip and he slid his cock into her hot tunnel. The pressure of his slow thrusts pushed her further and further up the bed. She braced herself against the headboard, relishing the fullness of him as he filled her again and withdrew. Sweat beaded on her brow, and she dug her hands into the tangled covers.
“It feels good, Nate. God that feels so good.”
He continued the rhythmic thrusting, his movements speeding up gradually. Her skin felt so sensitive that each thrust pierced through her like a bolt of electricity. And once more she felt the tension inside her building, building. His fingers thrust up into her pussy as he fucked her ass, and she felt consumed, filled, possessed. She groaned, and he began pounding with an almost violent rhythm into her warm and welcoming body. “Fuck, I’m coming, baby.” As she heard his groan, she cried out and her own orgasm rolled through her, sending her into the hardest spasms she’d ever experienced. On and on it went. She heard herself scream but didn't care. Nate pulled out and slumped down on the bed, nestling her back against him while his hands petted and stroked down her body. As their breathing slowed, he bent to drop a kiss on her ear and whispered, “I love you, Felicia.”
The lethargy that had taken hold of her was immediately gone. She froze.
He said it again. “Did you hear what I said, Felicia? I love you.”
She looked up at him. At the firm determination on his face, she swallowed. “I heard you, Nate, but…”
He shook her gently. “But nothing, Felicia. I-am-in-love-with-you. Totally, completely, exasperatingly in love.”
“Oh, Nate.” Her eyes filled with tears, and they overflowed to trickle slowly down her face. “Oh, hell. I love you, too.”
He smiled. “I know.”
“Shit.”
They lay there for a long time. Nate started laughing. She rolled over and looked down at him. “What?”
He shook his head. “I don’t know. Somehow, that’s not exactly the response I was hoping for.”
She laughed. He pulled her close and kissed her, a quick kiss packed with quite a punch, at least as far as Felicia was concerned.
A few more minutes of cuddling, and Nate spoke again. “You hungry yet?”
“Yeah, I seem to have worked up quite an appetite.”
He nodded. “That was my plan.”
“I think this was a great plan, sweetheart.”
“Me, too, baby. Me, too.”
* * * *
They sat together at the kitchen table. Felicia was clad again in Nate’s shirt. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face completely free of makeup, and she had never looked more beautiful to him.
“Ummm … this is delicious, Nate. You were right. You really can cook.” He grinned, pleased that she was enjoying the meal.
“What? You sound surprised.”
“Well…” Her eyes twinkled at him mischievously over her fork as she raised another bite of lasagna to her mouth.
“Well, what, you little witch?” He loved this lighthearted side of her. It was something he’d seen a little of during their weekend together in Miami, but never like this. He hoped that it was partly because of him that she felt able to lighten up and play a bit.
She rolled her eyes at him. “Okay, okay. I didn’t think you had it in you, but I was wrong. Completely wrong. You’re a great cook!”
“That’s better.” He looked at her closely, wanting to see how she was going to react. “I love you.”
Her eyes widened. She looked down at her plate for a moment and back up at him. "Yeah. You said it earlier.”
“Yeah, I know. But I wanted to say it again while we weren’t…” his eyes flicked over to look in the direction of his bedroom, “…you know, in the throes.”
“Why?” The puzzled expression on her face made him want to kiss those pursed lips. Instead he reached for her hand and clasped it between his.
“Because I don’t want you to go home tomorrow and tell yourself that I didn’t know what I was saying. That it was because of the great sex we’d just had. That I’m too young to know what real love is.”
She opened her mouth to speak, but he shook his head. “Don’t even think about it. I understand how your mind works, baby. But don’t kid yourself. I know exactly what I said, and I meant every word. I love you, Felicia. I love you even though you’re older than I am. I love you even though you’re a divorced mother with all kinds of baggage. I love you even though some people are bound to talk. I love you even though you’re uncomfortable with it. With us.” His hand tightened on hers. “And what I need to know … what I’m dying to know … is if you really love me. Or was it something you said because you thought I expected to hear it? Or because you were caught up in the moment?”
He could see how difficult it was for Felicia to open herself up to him, but he knew this was something that they had to get clear between them. She had to deal with it … they had to deal with it now. He wanted a commitment from her. And he knew that if he didn’t pin her down now, she’d find a way to rationalize what was happening between them, and he might lose her. It wasn’t a chance he was willing to take.
“Well? Tell me, Felicia. How do you really feel?” She turned her hand over to clasp his, linking their fingers together. When she did that, Nate knew. He felt as if a great weight had lifted from his shoulders, and as her gaze met him he saw her tremulously smile at him.
“I do love you, Nate.” She shook her head, smiling wryly. “God knows I tried not to. But it was a hopeless cause.”
He got up and crossed to where she was sitting. He pulled her up and into his arms. Enfolding her in a tight hold, he buried his face in her hair. “Damn, I was afraid I would never hear you say that, sweetheart.”
He lowered his head and he kissed her, his mouth caressing hers gently before pushing inside. Her tongue slid against his and her hands tightened on his shoulders.
As soon as the kiss ended, Felicia pulled back and placed her hands against his face. “You know this is not going to be easy. There are going to be people who think that we’ve lost our minds.”
Smiling he shrugged. “That’s their problem. As long as we’re together, I don’t give a damn what anyone says or does. What’s important is how we feel. That is all that matters.”
“I hope you’re right, Nate.”
“I know I’m right. And I want us to go public. I don’t want to have to sneak around and pretend that I don’t feel anything for you.” He felt her stiffen and pull away from him. She walked across the room to the sink and stared out at the night sky for a few moments before turning back to face him. Surprisingly, she nodded.
“Yes. I agree. It’s … oh … will you let me decide when?”
He opened his mouth to protest, but she raised her hand. “I swear, I’ll do it soon. I need to figure out how to tell Meg. And … what about your dad? That's going to be pretty awkward.”
“I know. And I hate that. But that isn't going to change my mind or the way I feel.” He held out his hands. “My father is a good man. He will be happy for us. I promise.”
