Teaching Molly (3 page)

Molly closed her eyes and fisted her hands at her sides. In seconds Nick’s hands were cradling her breasts, his thumbs chafing her nipples. She sucked in a breath as his mouth closed over one nipple, thumb and forefinger pinching the other. Spikes of pleasure shot straight to her cunt and her nipples tingled with an unbelievable sensation. When he closed his teeth over the one between his lips her whole body began to tremble.

“So sweet,” he murmured, lifting his mouth and blowing on the bud he’d been teasing. “Like ripe berries. And such warm breasts. God, Molly, just touching them makes me even harder, if that’s possible.”

Eyes closed, she gripped his shoulders for balance. Was he telling her the truth? She wasn’t quite as firm as she used to be and heaven only knew Craig had made enough disparaging remarks about them. But she couldn’t think straight with Nick’s mouth sucking her and his teeth grazing her flesh. A moan echoed in the back of her throat.

“Let me see all of you,” Nick demanded in a husky voice, his hands already busy at the snap and zipper of her slacks. “Don’t hide from me. Please.”

“Wait,” she protested, her head already spinning.

“No waiting,” he murmured. “I want you naked right now.”

Somehow he pulled off her slacks, bikini panties and sandals with only a minimum of movement. She felt the air whisper against her bare skin and again reached to cover herself. But Nick was not about to let her hide.

It must be the brandy,
she thought, suddenly realizing she was on her back on the bed and Nick was next to her, as naked as she was. His lips moved along her jawline while his hand traced the contours of her body. His breath was hot in her ear as he 17

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massaged her breasts and pinched her nipples, tugging at them, rolling them until the sensation was almost more than she could bear. When he leaned down to place an open-mouthed kiss on her abdomen, she was sure she felt her skin crackle.

But it was nothing compared to the streaks of pleasure when he opened her thighs and slid his fingers into her weeping slit. She couldn’t remember being this wet ever.

His thumb drifted over her clit, stimulating that hard, throbbing knob that felt as if the skin had been peeled away and every nerve laid bare. Craig had always insisted she stimulate herself for him—“Get yourself ready,” were his words—waiting only for the moment he could plunge himself inside her, ejaculate and roll over. She bet he did a little more than that with his current arm charm.

This…this was rapture. Heaven. Bliss. Lean fingers stroked the slick skin of her vagina, opening her to his touch. She felt first one, then two fingers slide inside her, curling slightly to find her sensitive places.

“I’m going to fuck you with my fingers,” he told her, “and feel you spill your juices into my hand. Then with my mouth, so I can lap you up like a dessert. And finally with my cock, so I can feel these wonderfully tight muscles clamp around me. Would you like that, Molly?”

“Yes,” she breathed, her hips already beginning to move automatically.

“Let me teach you how good this can be. Let me show you how wonderful sex can be between two people so completely attuned into each other.”

He teased her and played with her cunt and her clitoris until she thought she would go out of her mind. Every time she felt the flutters begin in her vaginal walls, he slid his fingers nearly out of her and turned his attention to licking the crease where thigh and hip joined. Or the line just above the curls covering her mound. Or the undersides of her breasts. Then he began again.

She had never, ever been hung on such a ledge of desire before. No, wait, she had never
known
such desire before. Every muscle and nerve in her body cried for relief.

“Please,” she begged at last, her entire body vibrating.

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“Please what?” he asked in between busy sweeps of his tongue.

“Please…you know.”

His thumb teased her clit. “Say it, Molly. Tell me exactly what you want or I can’t give it to you.”

“Please let me come,” she cried, her hands gripping his head.

“All right, then.” His voice was heavy with desire. “All you had to do was tell me.

Touch your nipples for me,” he ordered in a low voice. “Take them in your fingers. Pull on them.”

“M-My nipples?”

“Do it now, Molly, or I won’t let you come.”

Okay, anything. Anything. I’ll do anything if you just let me climax.

She took her nipples between thumbs and forefingers and began to drag and tug on them
.
Heat flooded straight to her womb and stimulated her already anxious pussy.

“That’s it. Pinch those luscious buds for me. Hard. Take a little bite of pain with the pleasure, Molly.”

She moaned as she did what he asked.

“Good girl,” he said, his effort at control evident in the strain in his voice.

He slid two fingers back into her cunt, then added a third one, stretching her tight channel. As he began to fuck her manually, the thumb of his other hand stroked insistently across her clit, stimulating nerves already raw and sensitive.

As needy as she was, as hot and aroused, it took barely seconds before her orgasm crashed over her. The walls of her pussy convulsed and gripped Nick’s fingers tightly, pulling at them as if they had a mind of their own. Her juices spilled into his hand, coating it as she hunched her hips and pushed hard against him.

“Pinch your nipples once more, Molly.” His voice was hoarse. “Now.”

She followed his directions and, the strongest of the waves took her. Her body shuddered and she screamed Nick’s name.

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Nick held Molly against his hard, lean body as the last aftershocks of her orgasm died away. He stroked her skin, calming her, all the while knowing he had barely satisfied her, that her body would still be raging for fulfillment. A satisfaction that only his cock could give her.

She was an untapped treasure, so responsive she made excitement race through his blood. The moment he saw her tonight he knew she was for him. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman had struck at the core of him this way. The question was, could he make her realize it without frightening her off?

It hadn’t been chance that led him to sit beside her at that idiot Dina’s. He’d wandered lazily through the crowds, listening to conversation, much of which seemed to center around Molly Gerard and her asshole of a husband. His term, not theirs.

Apparently the sympathy was all for Dina who’d had to choose between inviting Molly or her ex and his new arm candy. The men especially resented one of their own being left out because, as one of them had said, “He had to throw that ice box out of his bed.”

In Nick’s experience, that usually meant a selfish lover and an untutored wife.

Sexuality wrapped itself around Molly like a cloud, all the stronger because she seemed so unaware of it. At first he saw it as a challenge, a chance to show her what the magic of sex was really all about. But then he began talking to her and something connected between the two of them. Again, he was sure she didn’t realize it but he was determined to show her. To make her his in every way possible.

Too bad she was so hung up on the age thing. He was sure he could lay that at the feet of her jerk of an ex. That would be a barrier he’d have to work to get past. To him, women only improved with age, especially when they turned out like Molly. As nervous as she was when they arrived at his house, she hadn’t turned away from him.

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Already she was responding to him in a way he was sure she’d never experienced before. He was enthralled by her, wanting to tap into every part of her, body and mind.

The problem was, sooner or later he’d want to reveal to her what his sexual tastes were really all about and he wasn’t sure if she’d embrace it or run like hell. He’d have to lead her along the path of his sexual desires very, very carefully, but he knew it would be worth it.

He shifted position so he could move between Molly’s legs, stroking her skin as he did so, keeping her relaxed. The slick folds of her cunt glistened with the cream that had gushed from her, lying on her public hair like dewdrops. He saw that she kept herself trimmed but he did love a naked pussy. He wondered if she would let him shave her. God, how he’d love to dispose of all that hair and take the bare flesh into his mouth.

He knelt between her thighs and used his thumbs to part her labia but it wasn’t enough for him. He bent her knees, widening his view even more, then opened her until he could see it all—the pouty labia, the soft pink inner flesh, the opening into the vaginal canal. It beckoned to him like a tempting treat. He leaned down and swiped the tip of his tongue from her clit down the length of her slit.

She jerked at his touch and tried to sit up but he held her firmly.

“Did anyone ever eat this delicious cunt of yours, Molly? Did you ever feel a man’s tongue inside this tight little channel, licking up all this wonderful juice?”

He raised his eyes to her and saw her face flame with embarrassment.

“I’ll take that as a no. I’m becoming more and more convinced that you’re much better off without Craig than you even understand.” He kissed her damp curls. “But how lucky for me. I don’t think you’ve taken other lovers, have you, Molly? Mine will be the first tongue you feel in this wonderful pussy of yours. Now lie back and let me pleasure you.”

“I’m not—”

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paddle your backside.”

He was glad he kept his gaze on her face, or he might have missed the flash of something in her eyes. And it wasn’t fear. Oho! Did the luscious Molly have secret fantasies she’d harbored all these years? Maybe she’d be more receptive than he thought.

He bent to his task again with renewed interest.

The music still played a background concerto to the sounds of sexual gratification and the scent of lavender filled the air. All of Molly’s senses were being assaulted, teased, tormented, stimulated.

Nick’s tongue was like a match striking against her inner flesh. Wherever it touched her, flames leaped and danced. Molly felt her womb contract and the inner walls of her pussy flutter. His thumbs held her puffy outer lips open to give him greater access—

and a wider view. Just the idea of his eyes devouring her ratcheted up her arousal.

Insanely, in the midst of the sensations rocketing through her system, she wondered if her body pleased him. Was she wet enough for him? Had her inner flesh aged well? Did he find her wanting in any way?

Then her brain simply shut down and her body took over. That magical tongue was licking her inner walls, thrusting inside her, lapping at her juices. As he fucked her with his tongue, his fingers found the bundle of nerves that was her clitoris and began stroking it back and forth. Not hard. Just enough to send flashes of lightning streaking through her vagina and make her womb contract. Enough to make her know that her cream was flowing in convulsive spurts.

Without thinking she raised her hands to her breasts and began pinching her nipples again, just as he’d had her do before. Harder, this time, squeezing them until she felt the pleasant bite of pain. She, who had cried herself to sleep over Craig’s callous, brutal disregard for her body, was now seeking pain that would bring her pleasure and drive her higher.

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Because this was different. Nick was fucking her with his tongue, stimulating her with his fingers in a way that paid homage to her. He was worshipping her, not demeaning her. The sensations he created were so intense the pain only enhanced them.

Her skin felt stretched too tightly, her nipples as hard as rocks.

Nick lifted his head to look up at her, a wolfish grin curving his lips as he saw her tormenting her nipples.

“That’s it, Molly. Pinch them hard. Feel the difference in your body when that little bite hits you.”

He began tongue-fucking her with renewed vigor, his fingers rasping her clit over and over again.

And then it hit, like a tidal wave sweeping over her. Her hips bucked and her pussy grasped the stiffened flesh of his tongue as she poured like a fountain into his mouth.

She gripped her nipples until she thought she would pinch them off, riding Nick’s tongue, her pussy muscles trying to pull it far inside her as her orgasm pulsed and throbbed.

His powerful hands gripped her thighs holding her in place, his tongue never still until the last quiver had subsided and she lay back panting. The thin layer of perspiration that had formed on her skin was cooling in the breeze of the lazily turning ceiling fan overhead. She shivered but it wasn’t from the cold.

Nick released his hold on her and moved up next to her, pulling her body tight against him. When he kissed her she could taste herself on his tongue, feel her liquid on his mouth. It was one of the most erotic sensations she had ever experienced. She drank him in, an exotic taste that she couldn’t quite seem to get enough of.

One of his hands lay against the curve of her ass, the tips of his fingers just barely resting in the cleft. She wondered how, with two such powerful orgasms, her body was still unfulfilled and now the gentle probing of her ass—always a forbidden territory—

was sending spikes of pleasure through her.

“Molly?” Nick’s deep voice echoed against her skin.

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“Mmm?”

“We’re not done yet, you know.” His hand slid casually between the cheeks of her buttocks and trailed down, then forward. His busy fingers were stroking her slit again, testing the sensitivity of her clit, scooping the liquid that was building again in her vagina and rubbing it against her labia. “You’re still hot. I can tell. Are you always this hot, Molly, or is it just for me?”

He was crooning in her ear, his breath a soft whisper easing her, stimulating and soothing her at the same time.

“I don’t… I haven’t… I’m not…”