“Your pleasure is up to you.” He stroked a finger over one soft swell then down the proud and perky peak. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what feels good. Give me your fantasies, baby.”
He guided her hand to his groin and seemed pleased when she curled her fingers around him.
Using his finger and thumb, Nick pinched her nipple. “Open up to me, Lace.”
Lacey felt exhilarated and more turned on than ever. She’d never given a thought to taking the lead when it came to sex. It seemed natural the man would direct the show. With Evan, she didn’t think she’d ever once been asked about her fantasies, about what made her insides tremble.
Lacey lifted her other hand to Nick’s waist and began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. “First, I don’t want a bed,” she popped the button free and leisurely slid down the zipper, “and I don’t want the table, either. Later maybe, but not yet.” She licked her lips in anticipation of seeing his warm, hard cock again. Of having him in the palm of her hand, literally. “I want the floor,” she said in a throaty voice, “and I want to be on top.”
“Damn.” He growled and leaned in to kiss her, but she turned and walked over to the couch, her breasts jiggling as she walked. Without missing a beat, she pushed the coffee table to one side of the room then smiled coyly at him.
She crooked her finger and motioned him over. “Come here.”
“Christ, I’ve created a monster,” Nick teased. Lacey was wickedly pleased by the tiny hint of uncertainty she detected in his voice.
“I don’t know if I’m capable of letting you be in control. But, damn I’m definitely ready to give it the old college try.”
In two long strides, Nick was standing directly in front of her, apparently ready to do anything and everything she wanted. He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned at her.
Lacey didn’t have a clue as to what she was doing, but decided to wing it. “Lie down, on your back,” she commanded. Excitement rose a notch when he started to do as she bid. But she stopped him quickly and ordered, “After you take off your clothes.”
Nick held her gaze while he slid his already unfastened jeans down his hips and legs. He tossed them to the couch, doing the same with his boxers. He lay down on the carpeted floor, crossed his arms under his head and smiled like the big jungle cat he was.
Lacey licked her lips at the sight of Nick’s impressive body spread out like a sexy offering. “Now, I’ve got you right where I want you,” she murmured.
Lacey undid her button-fly shorts, slithered them and her thong panties down the length of her legs. She stepped out of them and stood completely nude in front of Nick.
“Christ, you’re so fucking hot, Lacey. You take my breath away. I’d love to see you like this every morning.”
Lacey’s heart swelled at Nick’s romantic words. She hadn’t known that aspect of him and now she was wondering how she could have missed it. Her eyes were finally open and she saw everything for the first time.
She stared at Nick’s cock, turned on by the way it jutted proudly upward, hard and throbbing with vitality. As she watched, a pearly drop of come appeared on the bulbous head.
“I want you to fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad I’m actually burning from it,” she breathed. “But first I want your tongue on me. I liked what you did earlier and this time I don’t want anything in the way.”
Lacey stepped over his torso so she stood above his face, giving him an unhindered view of her pussy. Leisurely, she lowered herself onto him until her mound just barely touched his mouth, teasing him with the scent and nearness of her. She watched as Nick inhaled and let out a rough growl then grabbed her hips in both hands and pulled her down so hard she thought she’d topple. He used his fingers to spread her swollen sex lips apart and licked at her greedily.
Lacey thrust against him, her body wild at the first contact of his tongue on her clit. She anchored herself with her hands on the floor on either side of his head and ground into his face. A ragged breath escaped him as he licked and sucked at her with mad hunger. Lacey began to buck against him, quivering and shuddering. She lost it, flung her head back and cried out Nick’s name. The climax that ripped through her went on and on, the pleasure never-ending as she came into her lover’s hungry mouth.
Once her body calmed, Lacey started to scoot off Nick’s face, but he stopped her with his hands on her hips. He placed a soft kiss to her clitoris before letting her move down his torso.
“I need you, baby,” Nick said fiercely.
She needed him just as badly. Needed him in every way a woman needed the man she loved. Overwhelmed with emotion, Lacey had to look away before she embarrassed herself. She started to move down his body eager to straddle his hips, but Nick simply lifted her up and sat her down onto his waiting cock. His engorged length filled her completely in one smooth stroke. He was so big. Her body squeezed tight around him as if made for him.
“Oh God, Nick.”
“Yeah, me, too, baby,” he rasped, and he started moving.
His movements were slow at first then more urgent, until Lacey remembered she was supposed to be running the show. She clenched her inner muscles as a warning and Nick cursed from the pleasure of having his cock gripped by her silken flesh. He looked at her with curiosity, and she murmured, “Let me.”
One side of his mouth crooked up. “Ride me, cowgirl.”
And she did.
Lacey rotated her hips and moved up and down, fucking him the way she wanted. Raising her body up just high enough that his dick nearly came out of her then sliding slowly back down again.
She made love to him like that for what seemed like forever, enjoying the feel of him under her, inside of her, touching her everywhere at once. Her excitement began to mount once again and Nick reached between their bodies and rubbed her clit with his calloused thumb. The sweet friction sent her flying over the edge. Lacey began thrusting up and down, faster and harder. As she came a second time, she heard Nick moan her name and he was right there with her, filling her with his warm seed.