I felt him grin against the side of my leg.
“I’ll take it under advisement.”
There was another bite. And another accompanying scream from me.
“Nick...please.”
I was well aware that I was playing right into his hands. That the pleading words he’d wanted were stumbling blindly out of my lips. But I couldn’t, not for the life of me, bring myself to care. There was simply nothing I wanted more on the planet than for him to fuck me.
Right now.
“Nick,” I pulled again on his hair, sharper this time, “please—enough! Get up here!”
He still didn’t move. If anything, it only made him go faster. Kiss deeper. Send me into waves of unparalleled delight until...
He suddenly stopped. My eyes snapped open, as a cool chill ran over my body.
He wasn’t kneeling in front of me anymore, he was standing several paces away. Staring at my naked body. His eyes burning into mine.
“Say it,” he said quietly.
There wasn’t a hint of a smile on that beautiful face. Not an ounce of that sparkling playfulness I knew so well.
But Nick liked to win. I knew that too.
Without a bit of shame, I propped myself up on my elbows.
“Please.”
He didn’t move. Didn’t even blink.
“Please, what?”
A sharp pang of wanting flushed my skin, and I pressed my fingernails into my legs.
“Please...fuck me.”
He looked me up and down. Slowly. Reveling in the power, in the control.
But still, he didn’t move.
In an act of desperation, I hitched myself up higher on the pillows—feeling like I might burst from anticipation. Then, ever so slowly, I spread open my legs.
“Please.”
A flash of victory shot through his eyes, but the game had played out. He didn’t make me wait any longer.
The next second, he was inside me.
“Fuck!” This time, he was the one who cursed, bowing down his head so the tips of his hair grazed across my breasts. “You feel so fucking good.”
His fingers dug into my back, pulling me toward him, as he simultaneously pushed back into me. The combination left me speechless, and with a soft whimper, I threw my arms around him and buried my face in his neck.
A second later, he was right there with me.
The two of us came rather quietly, considering the fact that my screams had been echoing off the walls for what felt like the better part of an hour. Grasping each other for all that we were worth. Pulling in short, gasping breaths as we shattered into a million pieces.
I don’t know how long we lay there on the couch—frozen in that final position. With me pressed into the cushions, and him lying on top of me. All I knew was that, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t seem to catch my breath. It was one of those game-changer moments, and even though it was technically over, my head was still spinning.