by Lisa G Riley
Lower still, she saw her stomach quivering in time to her breathing and as wide open as he had her, she saw her hair-covered pinkish-brown lips, and the tip of her clit peeking through those lips, and she moaned. What caught her attention, however was the sight of his finger pushing in and pulling out of her entrance and the way she contracted around his finger and greedily milked it, her hips rising and lowering to bear down on that one finger.
All of this took less than a minute and she continued to stare at her cleft and his finger as it disappeared and reappeared again and again. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. Even as she watched, he pushed another thick finger inside. The stretch was almost unbearable and she felt her internal muscles resisting, yet she loved the tight fit.
“That’s right, sweetheart. Look and see how beautiful and responsive your body is,” she heard him say and her eyes flew to his face.
“Oh, God, Nicholas,” she told him as she picked up speed with her hips, working her opening furiously on his fingers. “It feels so good!”
“I know it does, baby, and you look beautiful. Keep concentrating on the pleasure,” he said, just before moving both fingers in a circular motion inside her. He felt her arms tighten some more around his neck and noticed that her nipples hardened even more.
She screamed and moved faster. The heat was spreading and threatening to consume her. She actually heard the wet sounds her pussy made as it accepted his fingers and it made her feel even hornier. The sense that something larger than anything she could ever imagine was building inside of her increased her urgency. She wanted to feel it, wanted to be consumed, and it wasn’t happening soon enough. “Nicholas, please!” she begged, her behind slapping up and down on his thighs. Even the sound of that turned her on. “Help me!”
Nicholas’s response was to squeeze another finger in on her next downward thrust.
“Oh my God!” she screamed, her arms unwrapping themselves from around his neck so that her hands could find a better anchor on his thighs at this new mind-blowing sensation. She hooked each of her feet around each of his legs so that her position would be even more secure. With her hands clenching and pushing against his thighs, she rode his fingers like her very life depended on the ride. When that little nubbin of flesh at the apex of her thighs briefly scraped against the back of his hand, she was brutally reminded that there could be more. Much more. “Nicholas,” she said between panting breaths. “I need more.”
Nicholas knew what she wanted and he wanted her to ask for it. “What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked and made sure with a flick of his wrist that her clit brushed his hand again on her next time downward.
Mel found that she couldn’t say it. She released his thigh long enough to find his free hand and place it on that bundle of nerves that so needed his attention. She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes begging him to just do it.
Nicholas watched the pleading turn to demand when his eyes told her he wouldn’t do it. “Say it, Melinda. Tell me what you need.”
Mel closed her eyes when a particularly effective thrust made her toes curl. “Nicholas,” she breathed. “I want you to touch it. Just touch it, please.”
“Touch what?” He asked.
Frustrated beyond belief, Mel opened her eyes to look at him. “My clit,” she forced out between licking her lips. “Please, touch my clit, Nicholas.” It was ridiculous that she found it difficult to say the word, especially since she was letting him finger-fuck her in front of a mirror and thoroughly enjoying it. She thought this even as she emitted a soft, glad cry when he curled his middle finger so that it lightly scraped her inner wall.
The words were barely out of her mouth before he was stretching his thumb upward to sweep across her needy flesh. Frantic cries escaped her throat, the sight of herself in the mirror only making the pleasure streaking through her body more intense; but she wanted more and was ready to tell him so when she heard his zipper and a barely audible, “Lift yourself up, baby,” from behind her.
Bracing herself on his thighs, she lifted her body. Her eyes went back to the mirror and she watched as the swollen head of his dick pushed into her entrance as she slowly lowered herself onto it. He was so long and thick and she bit her lip at the size and feel of him. The double sensations of watching and feeling him stretch her were too much and she closed her eyes. Panting now, she lowered herself more, thrilling at the feel of another centimeter entering her.
“Ah…ah, Nicholas. Ooh, it feels so tight and so good!”
She moved some more, taking in a little more of him, realizing that nothing had ever felt so good before. She moaned and let her head fall back for a moment as she savored the fullness. She felt Nicholas’s arm wrap around her waist and seconds later an impatient upward thrust sent half his dick tunneling through her and sent her spinning out of control. She reveled in the loss, sliding herself up and down on those few inches as her fingers clawed at his thighs and her internal muscles clutched desperately at his length. God, she burned and the scorching heat of the orgasm raged through her, making her scream his name over and over again until she felt that there was nothing left and she fell back against him.
Nicholas felt her slump against him and used both hands to lift her by the waist. He lowered her until her body automatically adjusted to take him—all of him. She looked back at him, her eyes dazed with pleasure as he easily slid into her drenched opening again and again. “My turn,” he growled right before catching her mouth in a ravenous kiss. He hadn’t planned on taking her this soon, but his need rode him too hard. He worked her furiously up and down on his dick, plunging deeply like he’d been wanting to since he’d met her. Soon, she was panting into his mouth. “That’s it, Lindy,” he said when she began to gyrate her hips and grind her pussy against him.
He could feel the pressure from an orgasm building and he took the tip of his finger and scraped it once…twice…against her clit, making her come again, just when his own orgasm ripped straight through him.
Mel lay in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. Sighing in pure bliss, she curled her body deeper into in his lap. Damn, life was good! Nicholas was wonderful. She had actually had three orgasms. It was perfect, and she couldn’t ask for anything more, she thought just before tears pricked her eyes and she began to cry.
She tightened her arms around his neck. She felt his surprise and then felt his hand soothingly rub her back. She cried harder. She knew he probably was wondering what the heck was going on, but she couldn’t stop the tears. A thought occurred to her as he continued to rub and she chuckled. The hand stopped moving. She lifted her head to look at him. “You weren’t rubbing my back with the hand that just got to know me so thoroughly, were you?” she asked wryly and wiped the tears from her face with her fingers.
Nicholas grinned. “Trust me, if I had, you’d have known. That hand is still wet.”
She gasped and leaned farther in because said hand was currently resting on her behind. “No, it isn’t,” she whispered and looked over her shoulder to be sure.
Nicholas laughed and turned her back around to face him. “Why were you crying, Lindy?” The tears he’d felt on his neck had surprised him at first, but not for long. Having grown up in a houseful of females, he’d learned never to question tears, even when they made absolutely no sense to him. He’d also learned that there was usually an explanation.
“Because I’ve never experienced anything like that before in my life,” she answered without hesitation. “It was exhilarating. I never knew it could feel so good.”
“And you were so happy that you cried?” Nicholas tried to clarify. This was not a first for him. One of his sisters cried from happiness all the time, and this he understood.
“Exactly. Well, almost exactly. I was happy, but I was also sad because I’ve let so many years go by without experiencing that. I was so worried about protecting myself that I couldn’t experience it.”
“And what’s different now?”
Mel snug
gled back down in his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. “You are, of course. I trust you. Before, I never could trust anyone else enough to let go.”
“Why do you trust me?”
She fiddled with one of the buttons on his shirt and stifled a yawn. “At first I didn’t because I thought you were too handsome for your own good, and all those women at the clinic are always chasing you. Then I realized that I’d never actually noticed you giving chase, and a part of me had known it all along. This is going to sound odd, but you almost seemed too interested in me, and you were so sincere. Also, I’d learned to trust you just from working beside you all the time.”
“Those are a lot of reasons, Melinda.”
She shrugged. “You asked.”
“Why didn’t you trust other men?”
She chuckled. “It wasn’t like there was a whole truckload of them. There were only two—a college boyfriend and Edmund, my ex-husband. With Edmund, I didn’t trust him because he started cheating on me almost as soon as we were married.”
Nicholas stiffened. “And you knew?”
“Yeah, I did. I think most people know almost immediately if their spouses are cheating. I confronted him and he denied it at first, but then he admitted it and promised to stop, which he did for a while. But he was cheating again within a few months, and I couldn’t trust him. I stopped having sex with him after that.”
“But weren’t you married to him for two years?”
“Yes, I was, but I couldn’t make myself have sex with him again. So, I moved my stuff out of the bedroom, and we lived as strangers in the same house for the next year. I woke up one day and asked myself why I was waiting to divorce him. I mean, it wasn’t like I could ever trust him again. So, I filed the papers that very day.”
“And he didn’t fight you over it?”
“Oh, no,” she said sleepily. “He didn’t want to be with me any more than I wanted to be with him, so it was easy. Hell, it was all over but the shouting by then.”
Nicholas said nothing as she made herself even more comfortable. She shifted again, and he caught a glimpse of the curve of her hip in the mirror. He narrowed his eyes and leaned toward the mirror. “Is that a tattoo?” he asked in surprise and bent over her body to get a closer look.
Half-asleep now, Mel mumbled, “It’s a phoenix…symbolizes my freedom…got it to celebrate divorce.”
Nicholas rubbed the small tattoo a couple of times. She was just full of surprises. He felt her slump against him and knew she was asleep. She won’t be for long, he thought, and lifted himself to pull his pants up. He rose with her in his arms to carry her to bed. He scooped up the dress from the arm of the couch, and unwilling to bend so low to reach her panties, he left them on the floor.
9
Melinda woke up to find herself being lowered onto the bed. She grabbed on to Nicholas to bring him down to lie beside her. She turned to face him. “I’m sorry I fell asleep,” she whispered as she traced his mustache with her finger.
He kissed her finger. “It’s all right. You were probably asleep for five minutes at the most.”
“Oh. What time is it, then?”
“About ten.”
“No wonder I fell asleep so easily. I’m usually in bed by now. Well, that and the fact that thanks to you, I’ve had more excitement in one night than I’ve had in years,” she teased with a smile as she tangled her bare legs with his jean-covered ones. She’d expected to feel embarrassed by her nakedness, but felt only contentment.
“Years, huh?” he asked as he captured her lips in a slow, thorough kiss.
“Mmm-hmm. Years,” she managed to whisper when he released her mouth. She arched closer to him as his hand massaged her back, tracing her spine until he reached her behind, which he caressed until she felt the heat that never seemed to quite disappear when she was near him slowly building again in her belly. She stretched into the caress and moved even closer to him, her body automatically seeking the fulfillment that the caress promised. “Why are you still dressed, Nicholas?”
Nicholas arched a brow at the question and sat up. “Because I’ve got a greedy wench in my bed who until now hasn’t given me enough time to really do much of anything but quench her insatiable lust.” He unbuttoned his shirt and slipped it off.
Mel grinned unashamedly as her hands went to the front on his jeans. “Is that so?” she asked.
“Exactly so,” he said, and completed the job himself, pulling his boxers off with the jeans and tossing them both to the floor.
“Why, that selfish bitch,” she teased as he pulled her into his arms. “Did you at least enjoy it?”
“Mmm-hmm.” His response was muffled against the sensitive skin at the back of her ear. He rubbed his mustache and beard against it and did it again when she shivered with need. “I enjoyed it, and I’m going to enjoy her some more.” His voice was gruff with the strain of holding himself back. Her smell, the little sounds she was making, her fingernails biting into his skin, the picture of intense pleasure on her face when she came earlier were all getting to him, and he eased his hand between her legs to see if she was ready for him. She was drenched. Automatically, he dipped a finger inside, working her clit until her hips were bucking up against his hand. Quickly, he gave her another orgasm.
Mel could not believe how skilled he was at working her into a fever pitch. The emotions rollicking through her body were so intense that she could do nothing but close her eyes and ride them out. She felt his hands on her knees, and eager to feel him stretching and filling her again, she opened her legs for him. Good Lord, yes, she thought when she felt his hands at her hips and the thick head of his cock at her entrance. She lifted her hips and felt herself close around that first inch like a fist. She bit her lip to keep a scream of unadulterated joy locked behind her teeth.
Eyes still closed, she accepted his tongue into her mouth when he licked her lips for entrance. She loved the feel of him inside of her, she thought, just before she winced as he pushed another inch inside. She felt him shift so that he leaned over her more. Abruptly, she was reminded of old times and was back to being the old Mel.
Her body suddenly went dry. Her fingers lost their tight grip, and suddenly, instead of Nicholas leaning over her, it felt more like he was looming and she wanted him off of her. Old habits died hard, and without conscious thought, she stopped participating and lay there. “Yes…yes…yes,” she mumbled.
Even in his frenzied state, Nicholas felt the change in her immediately. He studied her. Her face had lost all excitement and lacked expression completely as she just lay beneath him. She mumbled a monotone series of yeses again, and he frowned when the reality of what she was doing hit him. Angry and insulted, he pulled out with a slick sound and moved off her and to her side. “What the fuck are you doing, Melinda?”
He didn’t yell the question at her, but there was no doubt he was furious and wanted answers.
Still caught in the grip of her past, Mel opened her eyes to find Nicholas staring down at her with a scowl on his face. He was livid. She realized what she’d been doing and flinched. “Oh, my God,” she said in horror, and scrambled into a sitting position. She averted her gaze.
“I want an explanation, Melinda. In the past hour, I’ve given you at least three orgasms. Did you really think I wouldn’t recognize the difference between a real one and a fake one?’
“It was four,” she mumbled without thinking, still not looking at him. She risked a peek at him and flinched again when she saw the disgust on his face. Suddenly, she didn’t feel comfortable in her nakedness anymore and looked around for something to cover herself up with. Her voice was stifled when she asked, “May I have something to put on?”
“No.” Nicholas was implacable. “The next thing you’re going to do is explain what the fuck just happened. There will be nothing else until you do.”
Mel looked at him like he’d lost his mind. Defiantly, she pulled at the light spread that covered the bed, prepared to pull it up a
nd wrap her body in it.
“Don’t even think about it,” Nicholas said as he grabbed her hand. “I’m not finished with you yet.”
She tried to snatch her hand away and couldn’t. “What is this? Some kind of perverted payback?” she asked angrily.
“If you like,” he conceded with a nod. The truth was, he knew that her response to him a few minutes before was all about her needing to keep control. The response had probably been automatic, which was all the more reason, as far as he was concerned, to keep her vulnerable now. If this was going to work between them—and he was determined that it was—she needed to learn to give up control during intimacy. She needed to know that she could trust him even when she was at her most vulnerable. “Start talking, Melinda.”
Mel scowled at him. “You can kiss my ass,” she said.
“I will. Later,” he promised. “Now, talk.”
Melinda’s eyes went to the door, and she wondered if she could make it down the stairs to her clothes before he caught her. She felt bad for what she had done and knew she owed him an explanation, but now she was angry with him for treating her like this and just wanted to leave for home and safety. Who the hell did he think he was? She looked at the door again, trying to gauge the distance.
“I’d catch you, so don’t even think about it,” Nicholas said, and trapped her gaze with his when she whipped her head around to look at him. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Seeing that he wasn’t going to give in and feeling completely powerless and exposed, she looked away as tears filled her eyes. She moved away from him until her back hit the headboard, where she raised her knees to her chest and buried her face in them. She wrapped her arms around her legs, wishing she were anywhere but there with him.