The water was cool, but not enough to keep my cock down. It was so fucking hard, chances were I’d come before I got inside her.
I pulled out my fingers, and gripped her hips with both hands, and pulled her pussy to my dick. “Make me come, Mia.” In one hard thrust, I shoved my dick as far as it could go inside her.
She cried out again, her fingers gripping my shoulders so hard I’d probably have bruises. I didn’t give a fuck. All that mattered was this moment. Her and now, her legs wrapped around my hips while I was seeped inside this woman.
“Ah fuck you feel so good,” I groaned as I held her to me, loving the feel of her pussy walls massaging my cock.
“Nick.” She was breathing hard. “Fuck me …” Her hips rocked back and forth, and I was forced to comply with her request. My dick demanded it. I withdrew and plunged in again, loving how her voice carried over the water each time I rammed into her.
Soon, I was like a fucking freight train, barreling down the track towards oblivion.
“Fuck, I’m going to come …”
“Yes … I’m coming.” Her pussy grabbed my dick so hard, stars blasted behind my eyes.
I yelled out as my dick exploded, and pleasure shot out to every neuron in my body. “Fuck, fuck, fuck …” I was so fucking good, I never wanted it to end.
Unfortunately, as the saying went, all good things must come to an end, including fantastic orgasms.
I held her to me, my forehead on her shoulder as I worked to catch my breath. Her hands held me, and for a moment, I let myself imagine this was more than just sex.
Once the heat of passion was over, the coolness of the lake seeped in. She shivered, and I could feel the goosebumps on her skin. She was right. This was just here and now as we needed to get out of the water. There was no real beach or lake side area to lay entwined in this spot. So, once we got out, that was it.
“I want to ask you to come home with me,” I heard myself say before I could rethink the wisdom of it.
She lifted her head and I could see a tug of war in her eyes. “Why don’t you?”
Her words belied her expression, but I put my stock in her words. “Come home with me.”
She smiled, and it made my heart warm. “Yes.”
22
Mia
Following Nick back to his house, I had a moment to rethink the wisdom of giving in to him, to my desire for him, again. The risks to me were high, and I didn’t mean just my job. Seeing Nick again, all those old feelings I’d had for him before muddled my senses. That’s what I’d told myself all the times I let him touch me before. I was reliving the glorious feelings of the past.
But watching him earlier tonight with my father, the swell of emotion towards Nick that filled my chest until I could barely breath was new. I knew my father loved me and Eli, but he cared for Nick, as well. It appeared that he respected Nick more than me and Eli. I suspected Eli was jealous of that. To be honest, I was too. Nick had a connection with my father that I didn’t.
More than jealousy, though, was admiration. Watching how gentle yet firm Nick was with my father made my heart sing. The way my father listened to him and engaged with him was lovely. I’d loved Nick before, but not enough to give up my dreams. In our reunion, I’d grown to care for him as I got to know him again. He was a man who wore his heart on his sleeve.
But seeing how he was with my father; I fell in love with him again. Not a rekindling of the old, but something new and different. The realization brought more difficulty in my life though. Once again, I was in a position to choose him or my career. I knew he cared about me and desired me, but that didn’t mean he loved me. It would be foolish to risk my job when I could just be a fleeting fancy for him.
Still, after he walked out, I had to see him. To ask him about his relationship with my father. To know it was real and genuine. He’d said he was on a hot date, but my father grumbled that he probably left because of me and Eli. Taking a chance on that, I went to his house, hoping I didn’t catch him naked with his lawyer. When he wasn’t there, I remembered a spot he told me about when we were dating last time that he liked to go for peace and tranquility. Part of me felt bad that I might be interrupting that and bringing more angst, but I had to see him.
I’d arrived just as he’d finished stripping and was walking to the water. I took a moment to admire the beauty of his body. Long lean lines. Strong defined muscles.
Next thing I knew, I was in the water with him, and he was touching me, making my body hum with delicious sensations.
I should have gone home after that, but instead, I’d agreed to go with him again. As the turn to his house loomed closer, my rational brain told me to continue past and go home. My heart refused to listen, and I made the left hand turn, and then took the next right on the long dirt driveway to his house.
He opened my car door for me and took my hand, kissing it as we walked to his front door. I’d slept with him before, but this felt different.
When the door closed behind me, he pressed me against it and kissed me. His lips were soft and warm as his tongue made slow sweeps through my mouth. His chest was hard as it pressed against my aching breasts. His dick was long and hard against my belly. I reached my hand down, stroking him over his jeans, loving how he moaned and ground himself against me.
“I want to taste you,” I said against his lips, as my hands undid the belt and button of his slacks.
He lifted his head, his green eyes glassy with desire. “Do you mean what I think you mean?”