Seth's Cravings: An Endless Series: Book 2 (68 page)

     Seth’s lips dragged over my jaw, covering my mouth. “Nadia,
I’m close, honey. God...I can feel you…you’re coming too. Yes…Ohhh…Shit!”

     I could feel him swelling even larger inside of me at
the same time my orgasm rushed through me, compressing me around his rigid
girth in waves of excruciating euphoric release. I cried out into his mouth,
kissing him wildly as it completely overwhelmed me, almost blacking out from
the pleasure. He drove deep with a profound groan of his own, grinding me down
on his cock almost brutally before exploding with his own climax.

     Slowly, I came back to awareness to the feel of hard
tile at my back and Seth’s solid muscles at my front. He was slumped into my
form breathing heavily into my neck, but still maintained a firm grip on my
butt as he lazily rolled his hips into mine. He was half hard inside me and the
motion and small thrusts sent delightful aftershocks through me.

     “I don’t know if I can do it this way two times in a
row.” I panted weakly.

     A similar weak huff came from him. “Yeah, unfortunately
I’m going to have to agree with that. My legs are barely holding us up.”

     He loosened his grip and with a sigh of regret on both
our parts he slipped out of me. I set my feet back down on the ground, and Seth
looked down at me, his expression content and tender. Palming the side of my
head he kissed me gently, but deeply, for several seconds before pulling away
to nibble at my jaw.

     “Let’s get washed up quick so I can
lay down
with you and do that all over again…and again…and again.” His kisses meandered
down my neck, as did his hands to my chest.

     I could only gasp out a faint agreement as his mouth
engulfed one breast, pulling strongly, making my groin clench in renewed need.
Somehow we were able to get washed up through all the groping and then shuffle
quietly down the hall to my bedroom. As soon as the door closed behind us Seth
tackled me to the bed and then proceeded to molest me from top to bottom. He
nearly caused me to scream as he brought me near climax several times but then
stopped before I could go over.

     Finally, his mouth latched onto my center with
determination sending me flying and screaming nearly into oblivion. Before I
was even back to consciousness Seth was flipping me over onto my stomach and
lifting my hips.

     I got a quick. “Fuck, I can’t get enough of you,” and
then he drove into me from behind.  

     We had never done it this way, and while it was a self-conscious
inducing position, I was too worked up to care. Seth was thrusting urgently,
deeply, bending over me like he couldn’t get deep enough, and I just whimpered
and gasped in pleasure, pushing back for more.

     Seth bit and sucked at my back and shoulders, grunting
and thrusting. “Shit…you love this, don’t you?” Suddenly he straightened. Grabbing
my arms he pulled them behind my back, securing them with one of his hands at
the base of my back. Without my arms I was arranged in a more bent over position.
This restrained pose seemed like it should have freaked me out…but surprisingly
I wasn’t. I was too consumed by pleasure to care where my arms were.   

     Continuing to thrust deeply, Seth grunted. “Is this
okay?”

     “
Da, da
. Don’t stop.” I cried in agonized need,
my womb clenching painfully.

     “God, Nadia.” Seth growled, and then after every other
thrust of his cock he began slapping my butt, and then my clit, and then
alternating between the two. The added simulation had my inner muscles clinching
tightly making him groan and buck even harder into me, until my orgasm slammed
into me like a freight train. I screamed into my bedding and stars flashing
behind my closed eyelids as Seth powered into me three more times. Letting out
a long stifled groan he swelled and pumped load after load of hot semen inside
of me.

     After the final microburst passed we slumped forward
together in exhaustion, him on top of me, still connected. And I never wanted
him to leave.

     Several dozen seconds later Seth shifted off me to the
side and hauled me on top of him. He had to do all the lifting because I found
that my muscles seemed to have fallen asleep on me. My head dropped tiredly on
his heaving chest.

     “Are you okay? Did any of that hurt?” Seth asked
worriedly, rubbing my back.

     I was slightly self-conscious now thinking about what
we’d done, but he wasn’t asking about that. Focusing on the pleasure we’d given
each other, and how my body was still tingling with aftereffects, I reassured
him. “I’m perfect.”   

     “Shit…thank god.” He sighed in relief. “Just to let you
know then, I’m going to want to do that all over again in about twenty to
thirty minutes.” Seth rumbled.

     I groaned in a combination of fatigue and laughter. “I
might have to take bets on that.”

     His hands molded my back and rear. “You don’t think I
can?” He asked, sounding offended. “I may have only been away from you for twelve
days, but it has felt like a year. Be prepared, honey, you’re only getting
small bouts of sleep tonight.”

     I patted his chest in reassurance, chuckling. “It
wasn’t you I was going to take bets against.”

     He returned my pat, on my butt. “Don’t worry, I’ll do
all the work.”

     I huffed in amusement, feeling deliriously happy that
he was here…back in my life…everything worked out. “You’ve done all the work so
far anyway. Remember, I do have tomorrow off from work. I’ll just wait here
while you go to class and then when you come back you can hop right back into
bed with me.”

     Seth’s chest vibrated with a small groan and his hands
clenched my flesh. “Now there is a mental picture that will prevent me from
getting any work done.”

     His hands moved over my entire back messaging my
muscles and I groaned. “Your hands should be licensed, or come with a warning;
‘can kill with extreme pleasure’.”

     Chuckling he moved to my lower back. “So…what do you
think about the idea of having dinner with my parent’s tomorrow?”

     My muscles tensed slightly under his hands. “They still
want to meet me…after watching me go all psycho on you?” It was going to be
slightly embarrassing meeting them after they watched me yell and slap Seth. 

     He kissed the top of my head. “Yes, they want to meet
you. They totally took your side of our…misunderstanding.”

     I grinned as he down played our fight. “Just you and
me, or Luka and Issy too?”

     “All of you.” He stressed. “You guys are all important
to me and I want my parents to meet the three of you.”

     My eyes misted and I squeezed him. He was so darn
sweet. “Your dad’s not going to hate me because you’re not going to Harvard, is
he?”

     “No, he is not going to hate you. If he’s disappointed
at all it will be with me, not you.” He reassured me.

     “Harvard’s one of the best colleges in America, isn’t it? Why would you pass something like that up?” I couldn’t believe he was
passing up on going to one of the best Universities just so he could stay close
to me. I wasn’t sure how I felt about it. I mean, I definitely didn’t want him
to leave, these twelve days without him had been awful, but I also didn’t want
him to pass on something so significant to his future.   

     Seth’s hand stroked over my back. “I’m not passing
anything up. Having Harvard on a diploma is mostly a way to impress people, and
UVA is in the top five for what I’m going for, so it’s not like I’m denying
myself. And honey…” Palming my face he tilted my head up so I was looking
straight into his warm determined blue eyes. “There are a shit load of things I
would pass on to stay near you. I love you. There is no way I’m going to go
live a couple states away for two years.”  

     My throat constricted as I became overcome with
emotions and I could feel my eyes misting again. The words weren’t all that eloquent,
but they expressed so much. “I can appreciate more now why you wanted to wait to
tell your father because I’m having a difficult time accepting it. I don’t want
you regretting this.”

     His thumb stroked my cheek. “You would never be a
regret, Nadia.”

     “Are you certain?” I whispered. “I have so much
baggage…”I winced at that analogy. “Not that I think of Luka and Issy as
baggage, but someone in a relationship with me might after a while. You think
they are fun now, and you like to do activities with them now, but we
have
only been together for a short time…what if it all becomes too much for you?” I
asked nervously.

     He shook his head with a tender smile. “I’m a big guy
and my mother has always said I was mature for my age. I don’t think of Luka
and Issy as baggage either, but lets say hypothetically I did; I would deal
with them and more to have you in my life.” Raising his head he delivered a
sweet kiss to my mouth.

     God, he always knew just what to say, and how to say it
with conviction. I believed he did have the fortitude to stick out a
relationship with me, and everything that came along with me. Feeling energized
I pressed my hands against Seth’s chest and sat myself up to straddle his
waist. He watched me in avid interest and I could feel his hardening cock
poking me in my lower back. “By chance has it been twenty to thirty minutes
yet?” I asked with a playful grin.

     His eyebrow quirked and there was a distinct twinkle in
his eye, and a dimple. “What does that prodding in your back say?”

     I scraped my fingers down his chest and he hissed in
pleasure. “It says that it’s my turn to be in charge.”

     And that’s what I did, I took charge.

EPILOGUE

SETH

     “Seth, how in the hell did you get lucky enough to find,
and keep, a girl like that?” My uncle slapped me on the shoulder and asked his
question in a humorous manner, but I could hear the admiration in his tone.

     I watched Nadia as she laughed and joked with my father
in the living room of my parent’s home. It was Christmas vacation and the second
day of our visit.

     “You stated it exactly; luck.” I partially joked in
return, because I
was
damn lucky to have Nadia in my life.

     My uncle smacked me again. “Well, you’d better hang on
to that luck, and her, because she’s definitely a keeper; beautiful
and
intelligent.”

     I wasn’t going to dispute him about that.

     My father barked out a laugh at something Nadia said to
him and the look on his face was both an expression of admiration and affection.
I wasn’t certain if my dad was completely sold on me not going to Harvard, but
I think he was recognizing how special and awesome Nadia was and why I didn’t
want to be separated from her.

     Nadia, Luka and Issy had spent a few days of Thanksgivings
vacation at my parents home and now they’d come for Christmas. My dad had developed
an instant bond with Nadia, as well as Luka and Issy. During the three days
we’d stayed for Thanksgiving he’d learned more of their story and everything
she’d sacrificed and accomplished, and his esteem for her had multiplied.

     Nadia had only told them the basics of her life, but
I’d made certain to fill them in on everything she’d been unwilling to expound
on. Nadia had now become the other son my dad never had as he was able to talk
to her about numerous components of construction.

     My father was also an avid card player, he’s the one
that passed it on to me, and when he’d found out about Nadia’s prowess at the
game he’d set up a friendly game over Thanksgiving with him, my sister Teresa’s
husband Rob, and Mandy’s fiancé Hyde, Luka, and me. She’d cleaned us all out of
our chips, and he’d been properly impressed. Especially when Rob had made the
remark, ‘
it was a good thing we hadn’t been playing for money
’, and she’d
replied ‘
I never would have played any of you for money
.’

     My mother also loved Nadia, and she treated Luka and
Issy like grandchildren. I’d informed my mother of how their real grandparents
had treated them and she’d been horrified and disgusted. Luka was pretty much
past grandparent smothering but I think she had a special fondness for Issy,
maybe because Issy had been exceptionally shy around everyone at first. So my
mother had made particular efforts to make certain she didn’t fade into the background.
She was giving Issy the care and warmth she never received from her real grandparent’s,
and Issy soaked it all in.

     I’d seen Nadia watching their interactions with mixed
emotions on her face. She’d been Issy stand-in mother for five years and now
Issy was gravitating toward another female. I don’t think Nadia had known how
to accept that at first. I’d made a passing remark to her last night about my
parents standing in as the grandparents they’d never had, and today I saw her
watching them together with warm misty-eyed approval. 

     Nadia looked up and seeing me smiled enormously. “Hey,
you’re not hiding over there to escape your
ottsy
stories about you, are
you?”

     I walked over as my father turned and grinned at me as
well. He’d taken an immediate liking to her calling him ‘father’ in Russian.