Our Last Chance (Heart of Hope 1)

“You’re so wet,” he said as his green eyes immediately went to my pussy. He dropped to his knees like he was worshiping me.

I ran my finger though my pussy lips, closing my eyes as sensation radiated through me.

“Do you use toys when you touch yourself.”

I shook my head.

“What do you think about? Do you ever think of me?”

I opened my eyes and looked down at him. His gaze drifted to mine.

“Yes.”

His smile is a mixture of smug and naughty. “I want to eat you again. Can I?”

I moved my hand away.

He slid his hands up my thighs as he moved in between my legs. “I love your pussy.” He lowered his head, blowing gently on my center.

I tread my hands through his hair. “Don’t tease me, Nick. Make me come. Hard and fast.” I was too needy to let him draw it out.

He pushed my legs open wider, then used his fingers to spread my pussy lips. “Hold on, baby. You’re about to go off like a rocket.” Then his mouth was on me. It was an onslaught of sensation, licks, bites, thrusts … all of it, locking and loading until I peaked, and my orgasm blasted through me.

I cried out as pleasure flooded to every nerve ending. “Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted as he continued to suck and thrust and draw out my pleasure. Eventually I was a boneless heap laying back on his bed. He kissed my belly, each nipple, and finally my lips, letting me taste myself. It wasn’t gross. It was erotic.

“Let’s take a shower,” he whispered in my ear. He helped me up and into his bathroom. The shower wasn’t huge, but that was okay. It meant I needed to be close to his sexy hard body. His dick was at full mast, and I wanted to suck it, to taste his cum. How interesting this change in my attitude!

“Have you ever had shower sex?” he asked as he used soap to wash his cum off my chest.

“No.”

His eyes studied me. “You’ve been with other men though, since me.”

There was something in his eyes that hoped I hadn’t. I wanted to lie but didn’t. “Yes.”

“I hate them all,” he said with a cocky grin.

“I suspect you’ve been with more women.”

He looked down. “That was just …” His gaze returned to mine. “I haven’t had a relationship since you.”

That surprised me. “Why not?”

He shrugged. “You’re a hard act to follow.”

I was surprised by his candor.

“I bet those high-powered lawyers in L.A. had a few moves.”

Was Nick Foster jealous? Worried he didn’t measure up against them. “None of them fucked my breasts.”

He flashed a grin. “I bet they wanted to.”

For some reason it was important to me that Nick knew he was special to me. “They weren’t you.”

He smiled. “I guess it’s true what they say about never forgetting your first love.”

Was that all this was? Intense feelings from the past? “I wasn’t your first.”