by Frankie Love
So I’m getting inseminated on Friday… that doesn’t mean I can’t have a little fun first. A last hurrah before I become a mommy and gain all the responsibilities that go along with the title.
After my shift ends, I drive to the lingerie shop and pick up something both lacy and silky that flatters my curves. Then, on a whim, I go next door to a boutique that always has drool-worthy dresses in the windows. It’s pricy, but I’m treating myself tonight, and I walk out beaming, with a navy silk wrap dress in a garment bag draped over my arm.
About an hour later, I’m back at my little Cape Cod, dressed and decidedly feeling myself, when the doorbell rings and my heart skips a beat.
He’s here.
I go downstairs and pull open the door to find Nash standing on my stoop, a little stack of paperbacks in one hand and a big grin on his face.
“Damn, you look gorgeous,” he says, drinking me in until I blush.
“You clean up well yourself,” I answer, emboldened to let my eyes drag over him. He’s wearing a suit that hints at muscular arms and toned pecs, and he’s got a scruffy but well-kept beard that instantly has me hot under the collar. I look to the stack of books and ask, “What’s that?”
“A bookquet,” he says, giving me that crooked smile as he holds it out to me. “I figured flowers are nice, but a librarian would appreciate this a little more. Three of my personal favorites.”
I take the stack, the three books neatly tied together with twine, and read the titles. “The Complete Sonnets of Shakespeare, The Great Gatsby, and…” I smile and look at him. “Watership Down?”
“That last one might have been Chelsea-influenced,” he says. “She’s been reading the bunny books she got from the library all day.”
“Well, thank you,” I say, “I love this—no one’s ever gotten me a bookquet before.”
“I’m honored to be the first,” he says as I lean back inside and set the books down on the table by the door.
“Should we go to dinner?”
“Just one more thing first,” he says, then suddenly I’ve been swept up in his arms, feeling the strength of them as he brings his mouth down to my own.
The kiss is fire. His scent swirls in my head and suddenly I never want to leave his embrace—as impractical as that is, but I’ll find a way if he’s game.
Then, he’s letting me go, looking sheepishly at me and saying, “Sorry, I just couldn’t go one more minute without doing that.” Before I have a chance to answer, he gives me his elbow and says, “Shall we go now?”
“Yes,” I say, but what I’m thinking is, or we could say to hell with dinner and just go upstairs instead…
4
Nash
I take Nora downtown, to a place my sister told me about. It opened up while I was overseas, and I’ve been dying to try it out—and I’ve got a feeling it’s right up Nora’s alley.
“A bookstore?” she asks as we park the car and walk up the sidewalk toward our destination. She smiles at me, her sapphire eyes swirling with amusement. “Continuing the book theme, huh?”
“Sort of,” I say, pulling the door open for her. “This is a functional bookstore, but it’s got a secret too.”
She raises an eyebrow at me and I’m mesmerized. Goddamn, I’ve never met anyone like her—stunning from head to toe, great with the kids at the library, and she tastes delicious too.
The kiss at her front door was totally spontaneous, and a bit of a gamble. She already told me I was being forward when I asked her out. What if she’d pushed me away, slapped me, told me to take a hike?
It would have been well-deserved, but at the same time I was willing to take that risk because from the moment I first laid eyes on this woman, I knew I had to have her by my side. Even if it is only for the next few days before I ship out again.
But I got lucky. She sank into the kiss, moaning against my lips, and she’s here with me now.
And her eyes light up when I lead her through the bookstore to an inconspicuous door marked Supply Room. I put my hand on the knob and Nora says, “Are we about to trespass?”
I just smile at her, then push the door open.
Inside, there’s a short hallway, and at the end, a second door. As we get closer, jazz music begins to bleed through the cracks, and Nora’s got this magical look on her face like I’m taking her to Narnia on our first date.
“Is this a speakeasy?” she asks as I open the second door for her to reveal a moodily lit bar, complete with bartenders in period dress.
“Yup,” I tell her. “It’s actually called The Supply Room. My sister, Chelsea’s mom, told me I had to check it out while I’m in town. What do you think?”
“It’s amazing,” Nora says, actually spinning around to take it all in. “I’ve lived in Golden Creek all my life and I never knew this was here.”
“It’s new,” I say, taking her hand and leading her over to an open table.
A server in a pinstripe vest and a fedora comes to take our orders. We decide on a whiskey flight to share, and a sampler of the speakeasy’s best canapes. While we wait, Nora leans across the table and says, “Okay, you brought me Watership Down because of Chelsea. What’s the story behind the Shakespeare and the Fitzgerald?”
I smile. I knew books would be better for a librarian than flowers. “My mother loved the sonnets. She used to make my sister and I memorize them when we were on summer break, so our brains wouldn’t atrophy, she said.”
“And The Great Gatsby?”
“‘You see, I usually find myself among strangers because I drift here and there, trying to forget the sad things that happened to me,’” I quote, my chin resting in my hand as I look into Nora’s beautiful eyes. “Everything you need to know about the world you can learn from Fitzgerald.”
She smiles, the color that started in her cheeks subtly radiating out, and I struggle not to follow it into the inviting depths of her cleavage. “You’re very well-read.”
“Sometimes I find myself with a lot of time on my hands,” I say, and before our food has even arrived, I stand up and extend my hand to her. “Dance with me.”
This bar is an easy place to lose yourself in. It’s all dark corners and velvet upholstery, and the jazz music, played by a live band on a stage in front of the dance floor, makes me want to twirl Nora and pull her into my arms. She surprises me with a few steps of the Charleston, then I surprise her right back by pulling her into a Lindy Hop. The dance floor clears out for us and by the end of the song, we’re laughing and completely consumed in our own little world.
I only come back to our surroundings when people start clapping for us and the color on Nora’s cheeks deepens. Then she looks to our table and says, “Look, our food is here.”
“Let’s eat,” I say, leading her back to the table, feeling drunk and wonderful although we haven’t even touched our whiskey flight yet.
Just before she sits, I pull Nora into my arms again and kiss her. Caramel. She tastes like caramel, and it reminds me of a long-ago deployment in Portugal.
I just can’t get enough of this woman.
5
Nora
We spend hours at the speakeasy, talking and dancing and yes, getting a little tipsy. I can’t remember the last time a date went this well—no awkward silences or personality mismatches. Things with Nash are just… perfect.
I tell him about how I became a children’s librarian because I always knew I wanted a job that would surround me with kids, where I could make a difference in their lives and teach them the love of reading that has always sustained me.
And he tells me how he’s gotten to see the world thanks to the Army.
“That must be wonderful,” I say after he lists off all the places he’s been—Hawaii, Japan, Kuwait, even Australia. “I’ve never been too far beyond Golden Creek.”
Nash smiles at me, flashing those hungry eyes at me in a way that wakes up my core. “Do you ever think about leaving, traveling?”
“Traveling, yes,”
I say. “Leaving, never. My family’s here—my whole world is here.”
He grins, making me want to run my fingers along the scratchy stubble on his jaw, and says, “There’s a lot more out there, Nora. I wish I could show it to you.”
The way he says my name, the way he looks at me like there’s something so much deeper building between us than just a casual date, makes me squirm in my chair. I look down at my whiskey glass, trying to clear my head. “You said ‘while I’m in town’ earlier, when we first got here. Does that mean you’re getting deployed again soon?”
I just met him, and I’ve got dreams of my own to pursue, but the truth is that I hate the idea of losing him so quickly after we’ve met.
But he nods, and I’m secretly crushed.
“I’m stationed in Italy right now,” he tells me. “Just here for a couple weeks of leave. I go back next week.”
I could be pregnant by next week, I can’t help thinking. I’ve got no business feeling this way about Nash, wanting him to stick around, because if he knew about my own plans he might not want to get involved.
But this is my last hurrah, my ‘me time’ before I dedicate my life to my future child, so I push the thought out of my head and do something spontaneous. I reach across the table and slide my hand into his. I look through my lashes at him and ask, “Do you want to get out of here?”
Nash and I burst through my front door, tearing at each other’s clothes before we’re even fully inside. It feels like I’m living in one of my mother’s romance novels, where things like this actually happen. They sure don’t happen to me… at least not until Nash came into my life.
“You are so fucking sexy,” he growls at me, his hands on my hips, squeezing and making his desire known. “I haven’t been able to tear my eyes off you for a minute tonight.”
“Do you want to tear something else off?” I ask as I kick the door closed.
He grins, but shakes his head. One hand comes up to my collar bone, his finger tracing down the plunging neckline of my dress. “I wouldn’t dream of tearing this pretty dress of yours, Nora.”
God, I love to hear my name on his lips.
He bows his head, tilts my jaw in his hand, brings his mouth tenderly down to my neck. I love that too. He kisses me lower, across the chest and down between my breasts as his hands caress and explore me all over.
Little electric sparks ignite everywhere he touches me, and I moan aloud as his palms come up at last to cup my breasts. Then he looks down at me, those warm eyes the color of brown sugar locking onto me and lighting me up. “I would like to slide off your book jacket, though, Miss Nora.”
I laugh. “Oh yeah?”
“Mm hmm,” he murmurs, his lips vibrating against my skin. “I might need to keep my glasses on, though.”
“And why’s that?”
“Because you are fine print,” he says, his hands going around to my backside and giving my ass a playful squeeze.
I laugh again, then grab him by the collar and guide him back up to my mouth. Before he can envelop me in those big, strong arms, before he can intoxicate me completely with his touch, there’s one little practical matter I have to take care of.
I’m having the best night of my life, but I’m just self-aware enough to remember that I’m ovulating, so this can’t happen without protection—or else Nash might get more than he bargained for.
So I loop my finger around his tie, pulling it loose from his jacket. I take a step backward and use it to drag him after me. The look in his eyes tells me all I need to know—he’s totally into this, and on exactly the same page as me.
“Come,” I command, turning and draping his tie over my shoulder as I lead him upstairs to my bedroom.
I let him go when we get there, then open a drawer in my dresser and toss a condom to him. While he rips the foil open, I undo the sash on my wrap dress, then let it fall open. Nash’s eyes drink me in, every inch of me. He’s not in a hurry and for the first time in my life, I’m not embarrassed by this kind of scrutiny.
Thank God Cass and Brooks insisted I go to that lingerie store! They were right about that—I feel hot as hell, partly because of what I’m wearing but mostly because it feels incredible to have Nash’s eyes on me like this, hungry for me.
I know it will feel even more incredible to have his hands on me, his body pressed against my own.
I walk slowly back over to him at the foot of the bed, letting my hips sway seductively as I watch him strip off his tie, then his shirt, and at last his trousers. His cock springs up, big and thick, with a bead of pre-cum wetting the tip.
I lick my lips.
He’s got one hand around the base of his fat cock, the other readying the condom, and I say, “Wait.”
Nash looks at me, a little concern in his eyes, like I might have changed my mind.
Hell no—I’ve never wanted anyone more than this. But there’s something I want to do before he has to roll that condom over his big, beautiful cock.
I drop to my knees in front of him and he lets out a groan of pleasure when he sees what I’m about to do.
6
Nash
Nora takes my cock in her mouth and it’s the best damn sight in the world.
I thought my heart was gonna stop when she let her dress pool around her feet and I saw the soft pink lingerie beneath it. Her nipples pebbled visibly beneath the sheer lace of her bra, and I could see the dampness of the silk between her thighs—all that for me.
And now she’s sliding her lips up and down my shaft, her tongue rolling expertly over the head of my cock with each stroke. It’s almost too much to take, this funny, smart, sweet, gorgeous woman that I could talk to about books all night and never once get bored… and she’s fucking worshipping my cock like it’s her job.
Damn it, I think I’m falling in love with this woman.
My nuts tighten and a shiver runs through me, and I know I gotta slow down or I’m gonna come right in her pretty little mouth. And I’m not nearly ready for that.
I step back, hold out my hand, draw Nora to her feet.
“Was that okay?” she asks, her eyes big and innocent, and goddamn, I’ve never met anyone more perfect for me.
“You’re kidding right?” I say. “It was mind-blowing. I thought my legs were going to give out.”
“Well, we better crawl into bed then,” she says, and abruptly turns around, crawling onto the bed and giving me a great view of her plump little ass. I groan and fist the condom over my cock so I can hurry up and join her.
I climb naked into the bed and crawl between Nora’s thighs. I let my hard cock slide through the damp silk between her legs and she lets out a little whimper as I kiss her belly, her ribs, her shoulder.
“Oh, Nash…” she breathes, her eyelids fluttering shut as she lets me take my time exploring her beautiful body.
I drag the straps of her bra down and Nora reaches behind her back to unclasp it, freeing large, full breasts with nipples that are hard and pink. I bring my mouth down to tease one of them, circling my tongue over it, and immediately she lets out another, deeper moan and arches her back.
I smile. “Sensitive?”
“I guess so,” she says, “for you.”
“Mmm,” I groan, my mouth back on her body, tasting her, breathing her in. I love that she said that, and I love the idea that all of this is for me. She’s for me, and I’m all hers—at least for tonight. I flick her other nipple with my tongue, eliciting another surge of her body against mine, then look up into her eyes. “‘The sight of lovers feedeth those in love.’”
She smiles. “Shakespeare?”
I nod. “As You Like It.”
Then she surprises me, tangling my hair in her fingers and pushing my head downward as she says, “I do like it… a little lower.”
I groan again, hungry for her and so turned on by how open and sensual she is. I peel her panties down her legs, then settle between her thighs. I taste her, slowly teasing the little bud there, and par
ting her folds to slide my fingers into her sweet, wet little pussy. She’s so slick and hot, ready for me, and her hips move with the rhythm of my tongue.
“Oh my God,” she cries out, her core already tightening around my fingers. “Oh Nash, you’ve got me so close already.”
“Come for me,” I say, pumping my hand faster, deeper. “God, I want to watch you come, Nora.”
She lets out a squeal, buries her face in the pillow beside her and completely loses herself. Wetness floods my palm and her thighs shake uncontrollably around my head, and my cock aches almost painfully with how bad I want her.
“Fuck, you are so hot,” I groan.
“Fuck me,” she pleads the minute she’s able to catch her breath. She lifts her head from the pillow, looking down at me with desperation in her eyes. “I need you inside me, Nash.”
I don’t need a written invitation.
I join her at the top of the bed, then grab her hips and flip her on top of me. She lets out another little yelp, which turns into a moan of pleasure so deep her eyes actually roll back for a second as I thrust her hips down onto my cock.
“Oh yeah,” Nora breathes, reaching out to steady herself on the headboard in front of her as she starts to grind on my cock, riding me with abandon.
I buck my hips up to meet hers, driving myself deep inside her. Her pussy is still throbbing from her first orgasm, clenching me tight, and the sight of her tits bouncing with every thrust is fucking incredible.
It’s not long at all before she’s tipping over the edge again, screaming and coming hard on my cock as she yells my name. It’s the sweetest, hottest thing I’ve ever heard, and I bury my cock as deep as it will go, my hands gripping the supple curves of her hips as I come with her, exploding within this damn condom that I’m suddenly aware of again.
If the sex is this good with one, how mind-blowing would it be to fill her up with my cum, watch it drip out of her, really claim her as my own?