Suddenly, Nick pulled my shoulders back and placed his hand under my chin again, nudging me to stand. As I did, I slid my thumbs into my waistband and yanked down to get my pants down off my hips. Our lips met again briefly, then he trailed kisses down my neck as he reached down to pick me up again. I rose weightlessly and wrapped my legs around his waist, rubbing my clit against the muscles of his abdomen while he took a breast into his mouth. The warmth of his tongue on my nipple made it hard, and he suckled on me as he walked me back to the bed.
Nick laid me down across the bed sideways and before I could move, was already on his knees. He dove his tongue into me without ceremony, and I cried out, reaching down to fill my hand with his hair. I pulled him into me as his tongue slid in and out of me and then up my folds to my clit. Flicking it and massaging the hood open, he slid one thick finger inside me, and I writhed in pleasure. I could feel the oncoming climax building tension inside me, and I longed to release it. Rather than hold it in, I let go, and with a loud cry, I came to the sensation of his tongue on my clit and the pad of his finger brushing my upper walls.
My hands went to the bedsheets, and I filled them, yanking up and pulling them off the mattress. I was moaning so loudly, it was the only sound that seemed to exist, and I clenched my shaking legs around his ears. When I felt like I couldn’t take the direct stimulation any longer, I reached to pull him up, and he stood, stroking his cock and pulling me into place. I spread myself for him and took a deep breath in, trying to steel myself for his massive, thick cock to stretch me.
Nick leaned over me, his breath hot and heavy with anticipation and our lips met again. With our tongues mixing with one another, I pressed my hips toward him, and he thrust his. My mouth opened, and I threw my head back as I tried to cry out, but my voice was empty. I felt like I was being split in two by the engorged cock that was only partially in me, and I clenched on his hair as he trailed kisses along my collarbone. He waited there, letting me adjust to him before sliding partially out again. Another thrust brought him deeper into me, and I felt my eyes roll back as I erased the line separating pain and pleasure. He waited again until I adjusted, and when he spoke, his voice was deep and powerful but with a hint of concern.
“Are you okay?” he asked. I nodded and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. With another, harder thrust, he was fully inside me, and my nails dragged into his back. His moan mixed with the returning sound of my voice, and he lay still for a moment before rocking back and plunging into me again.
Slowly, his rhythm increased, and my body adjusted more fully. He stood, pulling my hips toward him and slipping a pillow underneath me so I was angled better for him. I pulled my legs up and rested them on his shoulders as he bent them back toward me. His hands clenched over mine, holding me in place as he thrust into me and filled me to an impossible degree. Wave after wave of climax washed over me until my toes curled and my vision filled with darkness and points of light. I felt like I might pass out with the overwhelming pleasure but took a few deep breaths and returned to a measure of control.
After some time, Nick slid out of me, and a sound somewhere between a pout and a gasp passed my lips. He motioned for me to scoot further into the bed, and I did. Crawling onto the bed with me, Nick smirked again, and I felt the thrill go up my body once more. I would do anything for that smirk. Including flipping over when he motioned for me to roll.
Pulling my hips back up so I was on all fours, Nick positioned himself behind me. I barely had time to prepare before he was inside me again, filling me and slamming into me. One hand reached under me to cup my breast, the thumb and forefinger pinching and then rubbing my nipple, while the other grasped my shoulder and pulled me into him with each thrust. I reveled in the sensation of his strong grip pulling me into place, using me, fucking me. I cried out in short bursts as another climax began to build. This time I could feel his muscles tense behind me, his thrusts become harder and faster, and I knew he was close, too.