Using her juices, I move my fingers to her clit, circling and massaging the swollen nub. One of her hands goes to her breast, and I can see her pinching her nipple. Her moans get louder. Her other hand comes around behind her, finding my dick and stroking it. It’s already hard, but with her touch, it’s granite.
“Fuck me, Nick, please,” she begs, turning her neck enough to lock eyes with me. Shifting her ass up slightly, I guide my hard cock into her pussy from behind. It’s warm and wet and so fucking tight, and all fucking mine. Once I’m completely seated inside her, I give her neck a kiss. Then I start moving in and out of her. My fingers are digging into her side, and Olivia’s meeting me thrust for thrust.
It feels so damn good from behind, but I can’t kiss her or see her. Reluctantly, I slide out of her, and she lets out a disappointed whimper. She rolls to her back, and I crawl up her body, quickly pushing back into her. My hands are on either side of her face, and as I lean down to kiss her, I see her chocolate-brown eyes sparkling with pleasure. I kiss her with every ounce of want and need I have inside me as I make love to her.
Her legs part a little more, and I’m able to go deeper. I can feel my cock rubbing against her clit. Her body tightens in anticipation of her impending climax. Our kisses turn ravenous, frantic. We’re all lips and tongues and teeth. My thrusts get harder, rougher. I can feel sweat beading above my brow. It’s been too fucking long since I was inside her. I’m never going to last.
And then Olivia’s walls tighten. I feel her pussy contract, and I know it’s about to be over. She lets out a long, breathy moan into my mouth, without breaking our kiss, as she comes so damn hard around me I about lose it. My hands find their way to her head, and my fingers grip her hair as I pump into her with abandon, finding my own release. I hear myself let out a groan as my seed shoots into my woman’s pussy, filling her with every fucking drop of cum I have in me.
Twenty-Five
Olivia
Nick’s body stills, and I can feel his cum inside me. We stop kissing but Nick’s lips stay pressed against mine for a few more seconds before he backs up. He pulls out of me, taking his warmth with him. When he doesn’t say anything at first, I get worried. What if being with me again wasn’t as good as the last time? I’ve had a baby, so maybe I don’t feel as good to him.
“Whatever you’re thinking, stop.” He presses a kiss to my lips then to my cheek and last to my neck. “No, I take that back. Tell me. I can’t fix it or tell you you’re wrong if I don’t know what it is you’re thinking.”
“Was—was it as good as before I had a baby?” Nick’s brows pinch together. I can feel his semi-hard cock rubbing against the top of my thigh, but I block it out.
“I don’t think you can compare the two. That night we spent together was incredible. Mind-blowing fucking amazing.” I feel myself frown at his words, but then he continues. “But that night, it was strictly physical. You had me addicted to your body within seconds.”
He holds himself up on one forearm. “Brown-Eyes,” he says softly, and my stomach knots up. I love when he calls me that. “You can’t compare a night of lust to what we just did. The sex that night was off the charts hot, but now so much has changed…the way you make me feel. It’s what I was talking about before…so much fucking more. It’s not just your body I’m addicted to. It’s also your heart and your mind that’s got me hooked and craving more.” And in those couple of sentences, he’s managed to tame down all of my fears and insecurities.
He gets off the bed and pulls me up with him, giving me a quick kiss before we go to the bathroom to clean up. Once we’re done, we get dressed and head downstairs. Nick pours us each a glass of wine, and we sit down on the sofa facing each other. For a few seconds, we’re both silent. Then Nick says, “Liv, I came in you…I know it’s too late now, but we probably should’ve discussed this first.” My body freezes, and I force the sip of wine down as he continues. “I don’t know what happened when you got pregnant with Reed, if a condom broke, or if we didn’t use one once and I didn’t pull out, but—”