The Goodbye Girl

by Angela Verdenius

  “Not as beautiful as you,” she whispered. “So perfect.”

  “So soft.” He drew her closer, arms sliding around her waist, spanning his hands in the small of her back.

  “So strong.” Lifting her arms, she looped them around his neck.

  “So faultless.” Before she could say anything further, he kissed her with heart-achingly tenderness.

  Leaving her mouth, he brushed a kiss on the tip of her nose and then her forehead before he leaned to the side to hook his fingers in the covers and pull them back. Straightening, he looked down at her.

  Bree was looking at the bed. Her gaze lifted to his and she smiled hesitantly. “Guess this is it.”

  She always had the power to make him laugh. Even now, wanting her so much he physically hurt, he could still chuckle in amusement.

  She laughed with him, ducking her head against his chest, and he gathered her close, cradling her against him for several seconds before setting her back a little so he could watch her face. “Bree, I promise you, I’ll make this as good as I can.”

  “I don’t doubt it.” Her next words just blew him away. “I’m so glad it’s you.”

  So glad he was her first lover, the one to take her virginity. Nick was just as determined that he’d be the only lover she ever had, that he’d be her only lover from here onwards.

  Unable in that moment to voice his thoughts, he could only kiss her deeply, hotly, desperate to imprint himself on her.

  While she kissed him back, he guided her down onto the bed, slipping an arm beneath her knees to swing them up onto the thick mattress. He followed quickly, finding it to be sheer, sweet Heaven when he settled atop her, his hips pressing into hers, the soft cradle cupping him in welcome.

  Braced on his arms, he looked his fill of her. The woman he loved, his Goodbye Girl, beneath him, waiting for him, gifting him with something she’d held all these years for the right man to come along.

  Bending his elbows, he placed his lips at her ear. “I am the right man, Bree.”

  “I know,” she whispered back. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for you my whole life.”

  “And I feel like you make my life so very, very whole.”

  “I think I’m falling in love with you, Nick.”

  “I know I love you.” He brushed a kiss to her ear. “My Goodbye Girl.”

  She turned her head, caught his lips, kissed him with passion.

  Nick devoted himself to her, stirring her desires, stoking her ardour. Kissing his way from her lush lips to the elegant arch of her throat, further to soft shoulders, yet further down to the generous breasts that begged for his kiss, the nipples that called to be tended.

  Capturing one pink bud, he sucked gently at first, lengthening the draws and intensity as she started to moan beneath him, her hands grabbing onto his shoulders, her hips shifting restlessly but unable to move far, not with him pinning her to the mattress.

  When he finally released the tender nub, it was hard, straining, red from his attention. Satisfied, he moved to her other breast, capturing the nub there, licking and sucking, repeating the motions of his mouth, enjoying feasting on her until he released her, the redness of the nipple matching the other.

  So damned beautiful.

  As he took her mouth once more, plundering deep, he slid one hand between them, brushing past his own shaft to go lower, finding the little nest of curls protecting her secrets from invasion.

  A nudge of his thigh and she obeyed, spreading her legs, allowing him access.

  He slid his hand down, cupped the curls, massaged the heel of his hand against her mound, rewarded by her gasp, the push upwards of her hips.

  Moving to her ear, he growled in a voice harsh with barely-leashed desire, “Feel me there, Bree. Feel my hand in that place no one but I have touched.”

  Her breath shuddered, nails digging into his back deliciously.

  The sting was welcome, fanning the carnal flames of his ardour at the knowledge that she was so aroused at his touch, almost mindless as she pushed up into him.

  “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes. Nick…”

  His name on her lips, her secrets in his palm. It made him feel a hundred feet tall, made him curl over her protectively, made him kiss her decadently, knowing she loved his touch, craved it, wasn’t afraid of him.

  Fingers sliding carefully between the sheltering lips of her labia, he felt the moisture immediately, her body creaming so delicately for him, the sensitive tissues slick with need.

  “Further,” he whispered against her lips. “Spread further for me, Bree.”

  She shifted, bending her knees, widening her pose. Revealing herself to him and letting his fingers slide deep, pressing against the tender perineum, the stroking making her push restlessly into his touch.

  So responsive, so needy. His little Goodbye Girl wanting him so much, her hips pressing against his, hands splaying out across his back, fingers flexing hard, nails biting as he found the hidden little bud.

  Teasing it, he lifted his head to watch Bree catch her breath, see her eyes widen before closing as she arched her throat, head pushing back into the pillows, that sexy little whimper that left her mouth to skitter down his spine and pool heat low in his sac.

  “Feel me, Bree.” He tapped the little clitoris, feeling her jerk beneath him, feeling her push him away and pull him closer in a confusing mix of heady lust.

  “Nick. Nick Nick Nick.” She chanted his name, ending on another whimper when he pressed the tiny bud firmly, massaged it with his fingertip.

  Pushed her over the edge.

  Cream slipped from her, coating his finger, and as she lost herself in crashing hedonistic desire, he followed the trail of moistness to the opening of her body. Carefully he eased inside, sliding deeper, finding her tight, so very tight.

  He couldn’t wait to feel that tightness clasped around him, pulling him in deep. Knowing he was the first to enter that virginal sheath, to push past the now shivering muscles that gripped his finger, to have his shaft pushing in deep, so deep, marking her as his for all time. The only man to enter her.

  Moistness slipped from the tip of his shaft, trickled down. His sac was heavy, tight, his blood hot as it seared through him like thick molten lava, filling his shaft so painfully.

  The urgent need to claim her overwhelmed him, his finger sliding in out and out of her sheath, pushing her higher again while his thumb rubbed the little clitoris sheltering up high.

  As soon as he felt the muscles of her sheath start to spasm he withdrew, leaving her moaning in unfulfilled desire.

  “Easy, honey,” he rasped. “Easy.”

  Reaching up, he grabbed his wallet, flipped it open one handed to take out the condom he kept in a little pouch. Ripping it open with his teeth, he pushed back onto his knees to roll it on fast, fist pumping his shaft several times in a torturous move as he feasted his eyes on the decadence laid before him.

  Bountiful breasts, red nipples, generous hips and plump thighs, the glisten of desire peeking amongst the curls between her thighs.

  Hungrily, his gaze travelled to her face. Those lips, so lush and red and swollen from his kisses, the apple cheeks prettily flushed, her eyes deep pools of prurience. Thick, silky, dark brown hair scattered across the pillow in tousled abandon.

  Right then, wet at the top lips from his kisses, and the bottom lips from his caresses, Bree looked wanton, sexy, a rubenesque siren calling to him.

  He almost came just from looking at her.

  Moving forward, crawling up each side of her body on his hands, Nick stopped only when he was braced above her. Watching her every expression as he slowly lowered himself, sucking in a breath at the sensation of her bare skin against his hardness, all that softness served to him to enjoy, to slide into, to delve deep inside.

  Slowly, deliberately, he tipped his hips, his shaft sliding down her belly to her mound, over the curve and down between her spread thighs, slipping so easily between the slick labia to lodge unerringly
at the entrance to her body.

  He watched her for any sign of distress, any uncertainty, but she met his gaze with trust and wonder, and as he slowly, carefully eased forward, fighting his baser instinct to simply take her, he watched the wonder increase on her face, the way she bit her lush bottom lip so sweetly as he breeched her opening and slid further in, stretching the untried sheath as he moved deeper still, the widening of her eyes, the way she kept her gaze fastened on his, helping him to concentrate on being gentle, being tender.

  Her breath actually caught when he continued to slide in, her hips shifting slightly, but Nick didn’t give, didn’t stop, observing her closely for any hint that she hurt, that it was too much. When she remained silent except for those sexy little gasps that slipped unheeded from her mouth, he continued pushing through the virgin sheath until he was seated deep inside her right up to the base of his shaft.

  Then he stilled, buttocks tightening as he remained braced on his arms.

  “Ohhh…” She took a deep breath. “I…”

  “Tell me, Bree,” he demanded softly. “Tell me.”

  “I just…I feel so…full.”

  “You are.” He flexed his hips slightly, satisfaction filling him when her eyes darkened and her breath hitched. “You’re full of me.”

  Slowly her head arched back, her breath leaving her in a rush. “Oh, God. Nick.”

  With every slow thrust in and out of Bree, Nick felt her wonder, saw it, just as he saw her rising desire and felt it in the tightening of her sheath, the muscles clasping him so snugly, the slickness easing his way. The little red nipples were tight, puckered, begging for his attention, and when he dipped his head to rasp his tongue across one nub, Bree shuddered, her arms lifting to wrap around his neck.

  A rasp to her other nipple had a spasm rippling through her womanhood, so deliciously hot, her inner walls squeezing in the same ripples along his shaft, making him lift his head and grit his teeth, still fighting to maintain the slow, steady thrust of his hips.

  God, he wanted to plunge into her, take her, ride her hard, just lose himself in her, but still he hung on, still he maintained that steady movement of his hips as he drove her towards the peak, not pushing her, refusing to hurry it, wanting to give her pleasure.

  Somehow, somehow, he kept control, even as his hips fastened a little, the instinct overriding him just a fraction.

  “Nick…” Bree moaned.

  “I’m here, baby.” Dipping his head, he kissed her reassuringly.

  It started that way, but she surprised him by pushing up hungrily, lips parted to take him, tongue sweeping in to fill him with her essence, and it was she who almost devoured him.

  Rounded thighs gripped his hips, her nails digging into his back, spiking along his spine, driving him a little wilder. “Bree,” he rasped. “Baby, I…”

  “Love me.” She breathed it into his mouth hotly. “Love me.”

  “I do.” Dropping to his forearms, he met her kiss, took control.

  “Show me. Take me.”

  He wanted to, God he wanted to, but-

  “I feel you in me.” The hazel of her eyes had deepened with undeniable ardour. “You feel so good, so hard.” Suddenly she lifted her hips, managing to tilt her pelvis even though he pinned her down, changing the angle of his thrust, making them both gasp.

  God, he was sliding so deep, his sac nudging her perineum, the slickness of her flesh between them dampening him where they joined. Driving him wild. That silken, hot sheath clasped him so wetly, so tightly, like a delicate fist, making him work a little harder.

  So damned, sweetly harder.

  Lifting her head, she placed her mouth at his ear, nipped the lobe, sent small sparks scurrying along the nerve. “Take me, Nick. Take what you want, and take me with you.”

  At the carnal words, his hips bucked, his shaft driving through the slick channel, making him groan in carnal pleasure.

  “Oh God.” Bree arched into him, her breasts pressing so deliciously into his chest. “Yes. Please yes, Nick. Please, Nick. Please.”

  With the sultry plea ringing in his ears, Nick released the rigid control he’d maintained, withdrawing fast and slamming in home.

  The relief had a swarm of hot pleasure needling along his spine to almost claw at his groin. But some distant part of him, some higher conscious, was still watching her, still gauging her reactions.

  It was gratifying.

  Eyes glittering, she lunged upward to catch his mouth, licking deep.

  In that second he knew she could take it, would accept harder loving, a more voracious mating. Wanted it. Was begging him for it.

  Nick gave it gladly, hips pumping, pace hard and fast, plunging into Bree’s body with insatiable hunger.

  Heart hammering, blood flowing like a fiery liquid through his veins, his shaft becoming almost impossibly thicker, harder. He’d never felt anything like this before, this mix of love and gentleness, heat and wildness, a pure craving of her fleshly delights, those woman’s secrets that were open to his invasion.

  Sac tight, drawing up, he swore he could feel his seed roiling down low, foaming upward, and his hips pumped harder in anticipation, thrusts forceful now, shoving into her as he drove them up that slope of debauched glory.

  Again he changed angle, almost immediately finding that spot inside her that had her writhing under him, hips straining upward, her breath coming in ragged pants. He pounded that sweet spot, hit it ruthlessly, and he knew she was near, so very near, felt it in the spasming of her sheath, saw it in the wildness of her eyes.

  With carnal satisfaction he watched as she broke through the surface of an orgasm, watched as she flung her head back, her grip on him tightening, thighs shaking as she clasped him tight.

  It was almost enough to tip him over the edge and he continued pumping, seeking that same pinnacle of wanton wickedness. Harder, faster, he rode her relentlessly, and then he was there, his hips shoving hard, seed spilling from him in heavy spurts as the orgasm splintered him apart, shattering him, throwing him out in a million pieces in a vortex of pure emotion, sensation, blinding eroticism.

  He didn’t know how long he was out there on that wild, erotic ride, but when he finally opened his eyes it was to find his forehead on the pillow, lips on a curvy shoulder, pressing little kisses to the warm skin.

  Turning his head, feeling so drowsily content, he pressed a kiss to the elegant arch of Bree’s neck, observing as those heavy eyelashes of hers lifted, seeing the pink tint her cheeks.

  Holding his breath, he couldn’t help but wonder, Was I too rough? Too hard? Not gentle enough?

  Turning her head on the pillow, Bree gazed right at him. A smile curved her lips, a sparkle in her eyes. “Wow. Oh, wow.”

  Yep, that did it. Grinning, Nick propped himself up on his elbows, one each side of her head, gazing down at her. “Hello.”

  “Wow.” She blinked.

  Okay, call him a caveman but he couldn’t help the male satisfaction that rolled right through him. “I take it you approve of our lovemaking?”

  “Mmmm.” A giggle escaped her. “I think I’m riding high on endorphins.”

  “No, honey, you’re riding high on Nick.”

  “Oh, he’s good.” She nodded, slipped a hand behind his nape. “I’d go as far as to say fantastic.”

  “Why, thank you.”

  “No, thank you.” Laughter fading, she leaned up, kissing him softly. “Thank you so much.”

  “Honey, it was definitely my pleasure.” Cupping her cheek, he lightly ran his thumb along her bottom lip. “And one I fully intend that we repeat. Many, many times.”

  “Oh, really?” She dimpled.

  “Really.” At just the thought, he could feel his shaft getting happy. “I’ll be back in a minute.”

  “Where are you going?”

  “To clean up.”

  “You…um…”

  He quirked an eyebrow curiously.

  “You’re not leaving, are you?”


  Nick stilled. “Do you want me to stay?” Please say yes, please say yes.

  “Yes.”

  Hallelujah! Maintaining a calm exterior, he dropped a quick kiss on her nose and smiled reassuringly. “I’ll be right back. Keep this bed warm.”

  He didn’t bother to pick up his towel, walking right across the bedroom floor and out the door, feeling her gaze on him every step of the way. No point playing at modesty, she was going to get used to seeing him naked.

  In the bathroom he divested himself of the condom, cleaned himself and returned to the bedroom to find Bree lying on her side watching the door. Her gaze tracked him across the room.

  Stopping right in front of her, he grinned when she valiantly tried to keep her gaze above his navel, meeting his eyes with a little shyness and - hell yes, a little flicker of heat. Unfortunately, she’d be tender, too tender to initiate round two, as much as he’d be quite happy to dive onto the bed, onto her, and then into her.

  Mentally locking the door on that tantalising thought, he slid into the other side of the bed, saying when Bree made to roll over, “Stay right there.” Shifting across the bed to curve around her, his chest to her back, his knees behind hers, and oh God, he was a glutton for punishment, her bottom snugged into his groin, Nick draped his arm across her waist, kissed the back of her neck and sighed blissfully. “Now this is cosy.”

  “Isn’t it, just?” She paused. “I’ve never actually slept with a man in my bed before.”

  “Nice to know.”

  “Just Sheba and Bast. I’m used to them.”

  “I promise not to shriek at you like Sheba would.”

  “Sheba purrs.”

  “Honey, I’m not far off that now.” He snuggled closer.

  Bree laughed, relaxing a little more.

  Not wanting her to feel awkward, he sought to ease her. “I promise not to kick you in bed.”

  “I appreciate that.” She yawned suddenly. “Oh, crap, I’m so sorry.”

  Laughing softly, he kissed her temple. “We’ve had a bit of a workout. Turn off the light and let’s get some sleep.”

  “You don’t mind?”

  “Honey, men like to sleep after making love. It’s usually women who want to chat.”