Desire Me Now (18 page)

She stretched her hand between them, stalling his forward advances. She remembered
now that she’d come down to talk to him. Not to be thoroughly seduced.

“How is it that I feel more alive and more like the person I always thought I was
when we are together?” she asked. “How is that possible when we have only just met,
when we still have not uncovered every facet of each other’s personalities?”

Nick settled his hands on her hips and pulled her pelvis tight against his. To be
lost in his arms was exactly where she wanted to be.

“Because there are some things that words cannot give you.” He pressed harder into
her. She could feel the outline of his hardness against her belly. “There is no doubt
in my mind that we were made for each other.”

“How can you be so certain?” Her hands were between them, curled over her heart and
stopping her from being crushed against his larger body.

“I just know. What we have is right,” he said. She wished she could be as sure as
he was. She wished she knew what compelled her to want this man as thoroughly as she
did.

“I feel like I am losing myself in you,” she said.

“Are you sure you have not found yourself since coming here?” he countered.

His words gave her pause. He was right, and she wanted to laugh at the realization.
Yes, she’d learned more about herself this past week than she had since leaving Berwick
more than a month ago. She knew what she wanted—to some extent—from her life, from
her job. What she wanted from Nick in the end, she couldn’t say, but she wanted to
be with him, to share a part of herself with him to which no one else was privy.

Her hands flattened against Nick’s torso, and she pushed up onto the tips of her toes,
needing his kiss more than ever.

Before her lips touched his, she gave him one last warning, “My brother is not a problem
that will go away. I am afraid of what he will do.”

“Do not let him win by being afraid. I will catch you if you need me to.”

The promise. The conviction. It felt so right to hear him say it that she wanted to
put all her trust in him.

Her breath stilled in her throat. This man was too good to be true, but for how long
would that last? She’d been charmed by her brother’s friends in the beginning, only
to be burned. There was something different about Nick, though. Her heart seemed to
have known that all along.

Nick pushed her against the arm of the sofa and started to gather up her skirts. She
swallowed hard but didn’t utter another protest.

She closed her eyes, wanting to feel every caress of his hands, every flutter of cool
air brushing across the skin he would expose.

“Look at me, Amelia.”

She opened her eyes only because he took a step away from her. She bit her bottom
lip to hold back a sound of protest. The way he looked at her made her feel so many
things she couldn’t describe. Her body hummed with a new awareness, with a desire
and need so forbidden that it made her want him in every way possible.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

“I do.” Her voice was so hoarse. Needy.

“Hold your skirts up and sit on the edge of the sofa.” When she did, his hands spread
her knees farther apart so the slit in her drawers was open, exposing her naked flesh
to his ravenous gaze.

“So wet for me.” He ran his thumb over her vagina, through the folds of her sex to
spread the dew that had started to flow the moment he’d backed her into the library,
his intent clear as he stalked her.

Then, to her surprise, he brought his thumb up to his mouth and sucked it off, watching
her while he did this. She thought her heart would beat right out of her chest when
a rush of wetness dampened her core with his primal action. She couldn’t even formulate
a response to what he’d done.

She was still in shock and surprise as he went down to his knees between her spread
thighs. His face was level with her sex, and he wasn’t hiding the fact that he was
staring at it. Dipping his head closer, his breath was hot against her core. “Hold
on to the edge of the sofa, Amelia. You’re going to need a good, strong grip for what
I have in mind.”

She didn’t question him. She did exactly as he asked. A shiver of pure ecstasy stole
her sanity as his eyes ate in the sight of her bare mons. With one hand spreading
the lips of her sex, his dark head came close enough that he could lick between the
folds of her sex like she was the tastiest treat he’d ever eaten.

Then he kissed her thighs. The brush of his beard over her sensitive skin was a delectable
contrast to the slickness of his tongue. She wanted to thrust her body tight against
his mouth so she could drown in the forbidden sensation of his licking her in the
most private of places again. She tangled one of her hands in his hair, needing to
hold him, to feel his movements. This time he kissed the slit of her sex instead of
licking it.

“Nick,” she cried, her voice thick with unspoken need.

“Tell me what you want, Amelia.”

“I want your tongue on me.”

A shiver wracked her whole body. Her mouth parted on a sigh as he licked through her
folds from the entrance all the way up to the little nub of her clit to circle it.
He sucked her wetness in his mouth before thrusting his tongue inside her sheath.
The motion was so sudden that she yanked on his hair. He didn’t seem to mind, so she
spread her legs wider and pulled him closer. She wanted to feel his tongue everywhere
all at once and blushed at the thought.

His tongue worked in her like his penis would, until she was clawing at his head,
close to her release. And then he stopped. In a guttural voice, he told her, “Undo
the buttons of your bodice. I want you to play with your nipples while I suck you
to climax.”

If there was one thing she was fast learning, it was that she couldn’t say no to him.
How did anyone say no to him? She wanted him with a fierceness that surprised her
and a hunger that only grew instead of abated.

She scrambled to do as he asked but was thrown off balance and teetered right back
onto the sofa. He stood between her spread legs like a predator about to devour her.
Her cream coated his beard under his bottom lip. He swiped it away with his tongue
as he came around the side of the sofa and practically ripped the buttons from the
bodice in his haste to have it off her.

He yanked down the front of her low-cut corset enough that her breasts popped free.
Her nipples were already hard little points, just begging to be sucked and pulled.
And he did take them in his mouth as he moved her farther up on the sofa, biting the
sensitive tips before releasing them, only to come at them again with a softer tonguing.

He didn’t play with her breasts for long. No, he tossed her skirts above her waist
again, settled his hands under her bottom, and lifted her core up to his mouth so
he could do as he promised and tongued her like it was his penis moving in her.

She’d never felt anything like it. Could not compare it to any of the wicked things
she imagined him doing to her since their first time together. His tongue slicked
through her folds over and over again. This was raw. Feral. So deliciously naughty
she could no longer mute the sounds of pleasure that slipped past her lips to fill
the silence of the room as he closed his mouth around her clit and sucked.

Her arms were braced behind her head, barely keeping her position as he ate her like
a man starved. The more frenzied she grew, the more he wanted to take.

Moans fell in tandem past her lips as sensation after sensation swamped her body.
His tongue danced to its own tune, flowing through her folds and around the most delicate
parts of her.

“Nick,” she cried, desperately trying to grasp his hair and anchor herself to the
moment. “Please.”

He only growled against her like a ravenous wolf, wanting its fill before he let her
go.

“Nick,” she cried again, feeling her crisis coming, feeling the release sitting at
the precipice, at the point where she was going fly right over the edge into pure,
unadulterated pleasure.

His tongue thrust hard inside her, his beard scuffed against the skin between her
entrance and her anus, but she didn’t dare pull away from the odd touch, as it only
added to the wicked sensations bombarding her. When he licked his tongue through her
folds again, she wrapped her legs around his head and pulled him in tighter, grinding
her core against the assault of his tongue and beard, needing him to finish her so
badly.

Nick reached up with one hand to cover her mouth and muffle the noises she could no
longer hold back. She bit down, her teeth creasing into his skin as he continued his
sweet torture with his tongue. Moving higher, he sucked on her clit again and used
his free hand to stretch her sheath with his fingers. In and out he thrust them, over
and over, never letting up. The slap of his palm against her wet flesh only heightened
everything she was feeling.

And that was when she felt it—the moment of perfect calm before her body slammed through
the dam of pure pleasure and let go. Her voice stilled in her throat, her thrusts
against his tongue paused. And she broke apart under him as the perfect feeling of
complete abandon washed through her and made her limbs lax and loose as she rode out
her high on his tongue.

Nick kissed her core one last time and came over her body, positioning his legs between
her spread ones. She looked between them and could see his hard cock straining against
his trousers. When he reached behind him to pull his shirt free—she wasn’t sure when
he’d lost the waistcoat—the tip of his cock was visible at the edge of his pants.
She wanted to touch it, but had lost her nerve to be so bold now that she wasn’t lost
in desire. He opened his trousers, and his cock sprang free from its confines. She
wanted him to fill her, to take her harder than ever before. But first, she had an
idea.

With her hands on his arms to stop him from moving, she focused on his eyes. His cock
looked impossibly larger than she remembered. She swiped her tongue over her lips.
Would he let her do the same as he’d done for her? He must have seen that very question
in her eyes, and in answer, he wrapped his hand around his thickness and stroked the
length of his manhood. She scrambled up to a sitting position, her breasts jutting
out above the hard lines of her corset. She didn’t try to hide herself from him.

“I want you to ask for it, Amelia.”

She shot a tentative look at him. His desire had mounted so high that his gray irises
were eaten up by his pupils. He stood now, the jut of his cock level with her face.
All she had to do was lean forward. She’d never seen anything so erotic, so viscerally
raw.

While she warred with what she should do, he never stopped stroking his length as
he brought the head of his cock closer to her mouth. Did he want her to suck him like
he’d sucked her?

“I
do not know what to do. Tell me how.” The very idea of her sucking his cock right
now drew his balls up so tight that it took every ounce of control he had not to come
all over her mouth.

“Kiss it.” He wasn’t sure he could handle much more than that.

She kissed the head of his penis, the touch tentative. She was asking permission;
he could see that in her eyes. He didn’t stop her as she opened her mouth to pull
in the rounded head of his cock. Her wicked little tongue traced the slit on his crown,
sucking the bead of semen that had emitted from the tip.

His motions were uneven as he lightly fucked her mouth, not going farther than the
head because he didn’t want to scare her with his need to take her rougher, to feel
his cock bumping the back of her throat. He was going to embarrass himself if he continued
this.

A palpable desperation stole over him to take her hard. Instead, he pulled out of
her mouth and squeezed the root of his penis hard to stop himself from climaxing.
A small shot of semen came out the tip, landing on her bared breasts. With a groan,
he squeezed himself harder before stepping back enough that he could rub his seed
over her breast. Her blush was adorable.

“I will go off like fireworks if you suck my cock right now.” His voice was pained
even to his own ears.

Sitting next to her on the sofa, he grabbed her by the waist and positioned her over
his lap so she was straddling his thighs. He wished he’d taken the time to strip her
naked so he could watch the root of his cock slamming into her tight sheath but settled
with the fact that he could suck her pretty little nipples as he taught her how to
ride him.

Kissing her deeply, their tongues dueled as he brought the head of his cock to her
entrance. She sank slowly down onto him, throwing her head back with a moan. Her sweet
hands grasped onto his shoulders as she seated herself to the hilt of his rod.

When she looked at him, the innocence and beauty with which she watched him nearly
undid him. Reaching under her skirts, he grabbed the rounded globes of her backside,
rocking her body forward. At first she only coated his cock in her wetness, but then
he pushed up inside her. A small gasp escaped her lips.

Nick rocked her over the wet slide of his cock. Had anything ever felt so good? When
her hips moved without his guidance, he spread one hand over the center of her backside,
keeping hold of her so she didn’t slow but instead worked herself into a breathless
frenzy. His other hand spread the lips of her sex so her clit could slide against
his the root of his cock and abdomen with every roll of her hips.

She placed her hands on either side of his face, staring at him without saying a word.
A simple look had never been so erotic, and it fired him up, making his balls draw
up tight and burn with the need for release.

She lowered her hands again, her hips moving faster as her crisis came to a breaking
point again. The harder she rode him, the tighter she gripped his shoulders. He wanted
to flip her on her back and take her so hard that neither of them could walk, but
she needed to be the one in control of this, so he ceded those desires. He pistoned
into the tight clasp of her sheath, his whole body coming off the sofa as he drilled
deep. Sucking her pearled nipple into his mouth, his teeth lightly scraped the hard
tip with every slam of their bodies.