Nic’s heart pumped up at least three sizes.
The lush feel of her naked breasts against his chest felt sublime. Ever so slowly she undulated against him, and he felt her turgid nipples scrape against his skin. He groaned.
She moved so that her denim covered legs rested on either side of his hips, nestling his erection against her core. If it hadn’t been for their jeans, they’d be making love. She was driving him crazy.
Cami was so sensual and close to coming, that he could help her fly over the edge, it wouldn’t take much. He kissed away the frown on her brow, and she relaxed. His lips feathered down along her jaw, and her lips sought his. How could he resist the taste of her plump sweet lips? He lingered for an open-mouthed kiss that communicated so much. It was clear, that their hearts belonged to one another.
One hand cupped her cheek, while the other slid along the outside of her leg, coaxing it to wrap around his waist. He groaned into her mouth as he felt her heat through the layers of denim. He prayed that the steel of his zipper would hold, otherwise he would burst through his jeans. He gripped her butt, the one that drove him insane when she walked in front of him. Once again Nic took the tip of her breast in his mouth, but this time he gently raked it with her teeth, and she pushed up against him.
He grinned. She rarely swore, so he knew he was getting to her. Wait until she felt what was coming next.
Nic started a slow slide against her core, up and down, it exactly matching the licks that he was now bestowing on her nipple. Sweat broke out on his forehead, as he worked to maintain control.
“What are y-y-you doing?” she stuttered.
He didn’t answer, he just continued. Up and down.
Until she was moaning. Nic took a moment away from her breast so he could look into her eyes. Her irises had turned a dark navy, her gaze hazy with passion.
Her hands shot up and gripped his hair, pulling his head back down toward her breast, mashing it close for a harder touch than before. Was their any man on earth who could have resisted? He took the rose tipped nub into his mouth and sucked, twirling his tongue around her nipple. Her taste was exquisite.
Cami’s grip changed, now she was petting his head, running her fingers through his hair, her nails were driving him insane. The more she did it, the more his lower body lost its rhythm, and he found himself pushing against her uncontrollably.
“Nic…please,” she begged in a husky tone that didn’t sound like her at all. She clutched him harder, and he fell under her spell, all he could think about was giving her pleasure. Anything that would physically convey what mere words couldn’t. Afterall, how could he tell her that his heart had started beating when he had met her? That she was the other half of his soul and in her eyes he saw his future, the man he wanted to be. For her.
He pressed harder and bit gently at her nipple as his other hand tugged at her other turgid tip, and then she cried out his name as she shattered beneath him. Peace overwhelmed him. It was as if her pleasure boomeranged back to him, in an all-encompassing circle. He moved up and cradled her in his arms. Kissing her tears away.
“I’ve got you.”
“Always?” Her voice was faint.
“Always,” he promised.