Whiskey and Country

Nick’s firm butt twerked as he jerked to the music, then swayed. My mouth salivating at the sight. The sound of the zip coming down became the biggest aphrodisiac. I wanted him. Each hard inch of him. He spun around and, in one sweeping motion, removed his jeans, his cock throbbing out straight at me.

“No boxer briefs?” I asked with an arched brow. “Did you ditch them to mess with me?”

“Didn’t wanna hide the effect you had on me all this time.”

He fixed his gaze on me. I swallowed. My voice quivered as unchained lust laced through it. “Nick. I want you. Right now. Between my legs.”

I removed my shirt and threw it to the floor, ready to get rid of my soaked panties.

Nick inched closer. “I believe those are mine. I earned them, no?”

The way he watched me, his eyebrows wiggling, sent dryness down my throat.

“Yeah—” My voice sounded as if coming from far away.

He crawled over me, his lips a hair’s breadth away from my aching flesh, his harsh breaths caressing my skin.

His fingers curved into the waistband of my panties, and a shiver traveled the length of my spine. Tremors rattled me.

Nick’s palms brushed my ass cheeks as he pulled the flimsy fabric down. I straightened my back, my head tilting, about to combust right here on his bed.

“No more playing,” I said, my voice shaky.

“Woman, you started this,” Nick argued, my underwear in his fist like a trophy he loathed letting go of.

With my legs spread wide, I beckoned him to taste me with a flick of my finger. My insides melted as his gaze became an erupting volcano.

With measured movements, Nick slithered in between my thighs, and his lips grazed my sensitive bundle of nerves as he inhaled the scent of me. His skillful tongue took a sweep of my lower lips, rubbing my clit, nibbling it gently. A rhythm overtook me as his finger joined him and entered me, hitting the spot that could send me over the edge. He played me like an instrument. His hands, strong and calloused, took what they wanted. I twined my legs around his shoulders, opening my thighs wider to take more of his tongue.

How did I survive so long without Nick’s loving? This man devouring me in the most intimate way. My hips bucked in movement with his. I closed my eyes while his fingers squeezed my breasts and pinched my nipples, then cupped my thighs almost painfully.

Deliciously.

Nick firmed his tongue and dipped it deeper into me, reaching a spot that triggered spasms from my core. His digits rubbed my clit to the same rhythm. I moaned as heat spiraled in me. His hand moved away from my sensitive flesh to lift my hips further, leaving me bereft. My own finger swept down to my mound and rubbed the nub until I was a bundle of need.

Nick, his lower face shiny with my imminent release, watched me. I arched my back further to meet with his expert tongue, hoping to take more of him, not ready to let go just yet. Desire lashed its shivers through me. I gulped in air, relishing the sensation that washed over me. Heat coiled within me to the point of no return. Of insanity.

My body shook, unable to postpone the climax any longer.

“Nick, more. Now.”

He curved his fingers as they replaced his tongue, rubbing that aching spot inside me. His tongue joined my digits in massaging my clit. Faster and faster, as my head thrashed on the pillow, my breaths leaving me in a pant. I reached a pinnacle where time stopped. And I convulsed around his mouth, gripping and releasing him, as waves of unleashed pleasure rippled through me in exultant wallops.

My heart rate deafened me.

I surfed the climax, touched the high, breathing hard, dots dancing before my eyes as all my muscles tensed, then relaxed. I coursed the surge of my release. Soothing strokes of Nick’s tongue as he licked every drop of wetness and stayed still until I returned to earth. Utter bliss.

On his knees, my lover watched me with a satisfied—part amused—glance.

A mischievous grin took over his face as he leaned forward. His greedy, and oh-so fantastic, tongue returned to my pulsing flesh.

I writhed my hips, trying to escape the hotness of his mouth.

“Stop. Too sensitive,” I pleaded.

He snickered and pushed one, two, three—I had no idea—fingers back inside and I gasped, knowing the stars were still reachable if he moved just the right way. Oh yes, this felt so good. So perfect. So intense. “Better?” he asked, positioning himself over me.

Could he feel how fast my heart was beating?

How hard I had fallen under his spell?

How much more of him I still craved?

Gliding his fingers lazily in and out, his mouth found mine, hungry.

I tasted myself on his lips, the mix of us, sweet and musky, lingering on his tongue. My appetite for him now multiplied the yearning taking permanent roots inside me. Settling deeply in every one of my cells.

Propping myself on my elbows to deepen the kiss, I used one hand to wrap my fingers around his cock, unable to go slow anymore.

It vibrated in my fist, all thick and ready for me.

A hissing sound exited his lips as I worked him, loving how even his hard-on fit in my hand like it’d been carved just for me.

Nick pushed his head back, breathing heavy. “Dahlia, if you keep going at it like this, I will humiliate myself. Oh gosh.” Unable to hide my smile, I moved my hand up and down his steeled shaft, relishing the effect I had on his body. The control he could barely keep as I toyed with the hard part of him.

I bit my lower lips when our gazes collided, and I beckoned him with a finger. Nick crawled over my body, and my hand curled around his nape, pulling him in.

One of his palms grazed my cheek, his eyes boring through mine, aiming for my soul.

“I’m ready,” I said.

His finger tipped my chin up. “You sure?”

I nodded.

“I’ll be gentle.”

I shook my head.

“What?” A frown appeared across his forehead.

“Don’t be gentle. Just rock my world, okay? I need this. I need ya. I want it all. With ya.”

Nick nodded. He shifted to the side, grabbing a condom from the nightstand.

With calculated movements, he positioned me on my back. His tip teased my entrance and I purred, the sensation only about to bring me over the edge.

With his eyes glued to mine, he pushed himself inside me, inch by inch. Frozen, we both looked at each other as my body adjusted to his for the very first time.

None of us breathed, too enthralled in the moment.

I smiled. Nick smiled back.

One of his hands cradled my face, and I sucked on his thumb, desperate to keep my mouth busy to muffle the cries I knew would tumble out.

Nick thrust slowly, gauging my reactions.

My ankles locked around him, changing the angle, pulling him deeper inside me, relishing how his pubic bone grazed my clit with each movement of his hips.

His eyes darkened under heavy lids as if he was trying to prolong the pleasure, to stitch himself to me, to live in this moment forever.

Snapping out of my daze, I interwove my fingers in the hair above his nape and pulled him down to me. Desperate for his mouth on mine and every parcel of me, I kissed him with fieriness.

With a moan, I detached our mouths and pushed my chest forward and his head down, silently begging Nick to cherish my breasts. His teeth tugged at the sensitive tips, forcing a loud gasp out from me, his hands busy kneading their achy flesh.

Fire set up there. And with his tongue, he toyed with them, as if to tame the flames.

Once satisfied, I propped myself on my elbows and devoured his mouth, unable to go slow. I slid further up, and with open palms, I pushed Nick on his back and impaled myself on his erection. A series of curses left his luscious lips as a whimper left mine once I rolled my hips over his in an erotic tango.

“Dahlia, fuck—”

One of Nick’s hands fused with my waist, the other busy tracing every feature of my face, his gaze traveling from my lips to my eyes.

This. This moment. With this man. It was one I would cherish forever.

I felt more alive than I did in a long time.

More womanly than I experienced in years.