Whiskey and Country

The affection pouring out from him healed every remaining scar around my heart. Even the deepest ones.

“Woman, you’ve seen nothing yet,” he said, his voice cracking on the last word. How could I be lucky enough to find such a glorious man? What did I ever do to deserve him? Why was life offering me a second chance at happiness?

I looped a hand around his neck and pulled him to me. My mouth ravened his, injecting him with all the particles of love waltzing inside me. Yeah, love. What we shared looked a lot like it. And felt a lot like it too. In every possible way.

“Gimme a sec,” he said, lifting himself and reaching for his discarded pants on the floor.

“Listen, I was thinking,” I said as he froze, a condom in hand, waiting for me to continue. “You’re clean. I’m clean. Except with you, I haven’t had sex in years, and I’m on the pill. What do you think about ditching this?” I asked, my eyes drifting in the direction of the foil package. “Only if you feel comfortable.”

I heard his sharp intake of breath as he studied me, furrowing his brows.

“Or we can use it. I just thought—”

Without a word, Nick tossed the condom over his shoulder, looking hotter than ever, determination tightening his features, and a lopsided smirk drawn on his lips.

I swallowed, lightheaded. From all the promises I could read on his face.

From the sexual energy emanating from him, I swore I could have turned into a blaze.

He crawled over me, and I held my breath.

Discarding the vibrator, he dived inside me, where he belonged, in a long slick thrust. Where we became one being, our bodies and souls merging. Goosebumps bloomed all over my skin at the feel of him, bare and swollen, making me his.

I shivered as he pounded into me and circled my puckered nipples with his tongue, alternating between them both, until I shuddered underneath him. His name, a whispered breath, trickled from my lips, pleading for him to stop, my flesh too tender. And imploring him to never stop, my yearning for him untamable. Unsatiable.

Longing for ecstasy, I ground my hips against his. Nick cursed when my fingernails dug into his biceps, my legs locked tight around his waist, keeping him close to me, my clit rubbing against him and killing every resistance in me, making me feel alive. And about to explode in euphoria.

Unable to process anything anymore, I begged, “Never stop. Deeper. Faster. Fuck me.”

“God, woman, keep talking dirty. That’s sexy.”

I shook my head. “No talking. More kissing.”

Nick’s irises turned almost black as he plunged forward, allowing me no time to catch my breath, his tongue showing me just how turned on he was. Our hips moved together, a perfectly rehearsed choreography, bringing me closer to the edge with each thrust.

Nick grabbed a fistful of my hair as I balanced on my forearms, keeping our mouths fused together.

He moved to sit on his ankles, bringing me up with him until I straddled him and circled his waist with my legs as he rammed inside me. I kept him close, my arms around his neck; his hands fused to my ass cheeks.

We lost ourselves in the pleasure coursing through us.

The world outside this room had ceased to exist.

Nick’s fingers traveled all over my back as if he couldn’t get enough. As if he had to touch me. Everywhere.

Breathless, he kept the pace steady, my body bouncing over his, all the sensations he brought to me clashing together until I cried his name and came undone against him. His arms fastened around me, holding me upright as I tried to come back from the rush.

When our eyes met, I swore something had changed between us. In the way Nick watched me. My heart frizzled.

Before I could lose myself in his gaze, I pushed back, emptiness between my thighs when I detached my body from his.

Nick’s lips pursed, but I silenced him with a finger. Under his watchful eyes, with confusion swirling in them, I bent forward, taking him all in my mouth. His dick twitched at the contact of my tongue.

“Fuck. Dahlia. Wow. Jesus.” Pride filled me as I stole his ability to make a complete sentence. A taut expression painted his face, and it almost looked painful. He fucked my mouth for a few minutes, then halted the rocking of his hips. With a string of curses, he ran a hand over his face and tilted his neck back, granting me all the power. With one hand curled around the base, I pumped him, enjoying the tremor of his erection every time my tongue circled the tip. I took him all in, sucking him with vigor until his cock lengthened to reach the back of my throat.

Nick breathed in. And out. His control was stretching thin until it shattered. With one swift movement, Nick flipped me around, and I had to release his cock with a pop. He positioned himself underneath me until my center rested over his face.

His tongue lapped at me, and shivers spread the length of my back. My mouth returned to his dick, sucking it so hard, he stiffened under me. His mouth continued his teasing of my flesh, and I purred in bliss. Nick patted the bed, grabbing his new lost friend. With the hammering vibration on, he brought it back between my thighs until I shook, unable to stay still as surges of pleasure washed through me. And then he let go, a loud animalistic grunt escaping his mouth, as we came undone together. I gulped every drop of milk flowing from him in jolts, my tongue licking and teasing the now oversensitive tip. Until he couldn’t take it anymore and had to writhe from underneath me.

This little game he indulged in could be played by two. And the bedroom ones were my ultimate sins.

Moving back, I wiped my mouth with my hand. We fixated our stares on each other, panting. My chest rose and fell in a quick tempo as I tried to get a full breath in.

On his knees, Nick inched closer and kissed me with everything he owned, no doubt tasting himself on my lips.

“Dahlia, you have something that belongs to me right here,” he said, licking the corner of my lips clean of any trace of him.

And I died right about there.