She waited with bated breath for his next move, not able to respond to that question, not sure she was meant to respond or even how she should respond.
It seemed as though he stared and rubbed his finger through her slick folds for ages. She knew deeply that he was fighting with himself over what he should do next. How much of himself he could really give her. Oh, God, she wanted him so badly that she felt a pulse start deep inside her womb.
“I need you, Nick. Please . . . Give yourself over to me as I have to you.”
Hands tight around her hips, he raised her rear higher in the air, placing her knees on the bed. His hard length pressed demandingly against the crease of her bottom. She moved against him, desperate to feel him breach her sheath hard and fast, but he wasn’t ready to give her what she wanted. And she suspected he was planning something altogether different.
Releasing her hips, he reached around to her stomach and pulled the tie on the robe loose. She thought he’d pull it right off her, but instead he yanked the material the rest of the way down her arms, until was it was twisted tightly around her wrists, binding them, making sure she couldn’t touch him.
His lips pressed against her nape and trailed hotly over her spine. Every touch was like a branding deep in her flesh as he worked his way lower and, skipping the place her hands were tied, over her tailbone.
Going lower yet, the scrape of his beard over her bottom sent a thrill of excitement right to her core and fired her body to an urgent boil. Her hips swayed and her knees spread slightly wider. Why wasn’t he filling her? His teeth scraped along the rounded flesh, light at first and then biting her. The sensation only added to her building desire, her need. She needed him more than she ever had before. Her body was so eager to be filled that wetness seeped from her core to trail a path of want down her thighs.
She pulled her arms up, wanting nothing more than to free her hands so that she could pull Nick closer, so he couldn’t deny her his body for another second. Nick’s hands tightened around the material so she couldn’t move from her current position.
“You want me to fill you up, to stuff my cock so deep in you that you feel me in your throat again.”
Her nipples pebbled harder, the firm tips scraping along the soft blankets beneath her. The sensation made her pelvis thrust, rubbing them over the blanket, wishing Nick’s fingers were plucking and pulling on them instead of her fulfilling her own desires.
When she didn’t respond, he pulled away, and cold air washed over her body. She cried out in protest, frustration building in the back of her throat in the form of a growl.
“What do you say to that, Amelia? Do you want me to ride your pretty cunt, fuck you so hard you won’t be able to get up from this bed?”
“Yes.”
Her eyes slipped closed as he touched her, only this time he ran his finger down between the cheeks of her rear, exploring parts of her that had her heart pounding so hard in her chest that she could hear the thump, thump, thump loud in her ears.
She breathed easy again when his fingers found her slick center, and he slammed two fingers hard and deep. Her sheath tightened around the sweet intrusion. He pulled his fingers out only to repeat the process again and again until the slap of his palm against the skin between her entrance and her anus made wet noises. She was sure his whole hand was soaked with her juices, and she didn’t care, didn’t think to be embarrassed by her body’s reaction. She just needed more.
Nick leaned over her, trapping her hands between their bodies as the heat of him enveloped her from his chest to her back. His mouth was next to her ear, his hard cock heavy between her thighs, but he didn’t remove his fingers; if anything, he fucked them into her harder.
“I’m going to own every part of you,” he whispered in her ear at the same moment his thumb breached her other hole.
Her instinctive reaction was to pull away, but Nick had his arm wrapped around her; she wasn’t going anywhere if he didn’t want her to.
She made a sound that was half protest and half shock as he worked the tip of his thumb in and out of her, the movement aided by the wetness coating his hand, fingers, and thumb.
“You like that, sweetheart. You want me to fuck this tight hole, don’t you?”
She couldn’t answer, lost in the euphoric feeling of his surrounding her and being everywhere in her. Desire built inside her like a storm about to rage out of control. She was panting—actually panting, like a cat in heat.
Nick bit at her earlobe, sucking it, his tongue playing with it. His breathing came hard and fast, and his hips were working almost as fast as his hand was stroking deep inside her. He was as affected by their actions as she.
The rigid length of his cock pressed against her thigh. She wanted to squeeze her legs together around that steely length, draw him closer, but she was completely trapped and helpless to his tormenting pleasure.
And she liked that she had no control over what he did. Liked being a slave to his desires, to hers. Powerless to stop him from doing the things that would have her shy away and pull back if she could.
Nick pulled his thumb out of her, and she cried at the loss, her body suddenly feeling too empty.
“Can’t be without me, can you.”
She shook her head. “I need you back inside me. I—”
He rammed his cock so hard into her sheath that her breath caught on her words, and she moaned instead of begging him to take her. His hips rotated, his rod twisting and gyrating as he took her so hard that her whole body was splayed to him. She felt him on every intimate part of her body, and the sensation was almost too much to process all at once.
“Oh, God. Nick. Nick . . . ”
Her hands curled into fists. She wanted them free so she could give herself enough leverage to push back into him, to urge him to take her harder, even though this was the hardest he’d ever rode her. His hands grasped tightly around her hips, holding her in place as he pumped into her, working her toward that sweet precipice of release.
Amelia strained against her bonds, not sure whether or not she really wanted to be free. And just as quickly as Nick had taken her, he pulled away. She felt empty, needy. How could he stop and leave her wanting?
She looked over her shoulder at him, searching his eyes for the answers she wasn’t sure she wanted, when the head of his steely length pressed against the tight puckered hole higher up. The hunger in his eyes nearly undid her. He didn’t break his gaze as he pushed forward, breaching the tight hole he’d thumbed earlier.
Her mouth opened on a wordless sound as he stretched her with just the head of his penis, working it in and out of her slowly. Oh, so slowly that she wasn’t sure if she was feeling pain or pleasure. It just felt different.
An alien noise rose in the back of her throat. The burn of him working his way in drew her body forward. She hesitated, not sure whether or not she wanted what he was offering. His hand came down hard on one cheek of her buttocks, stilling her.
“Tell me to go slower, if that’s what you want, but don’t pull away from me, Amelia. I’ll own this part of you as much as I own every other part. Is that understood?”
Her face flamed red, knowing she shouldn’t want any such thing; she was, after all, her own person. But the truth of the matter was this: she wanted exactly that.
What they were doing felt so far beyond forbidden that she pulled forward another inch and buried her head into the bedding to hide her deep blush. Only the very tip of him remained inside, stretching the tight hole of her bottom. Indecision had her frozen to the spot, unable to move or able to speak.
“Talk to me, Amelia. You said you wanted all of me. Are you still sure you want that?”
She nodded.
“I need to possess every part of you. It’s like an obsession, eating me up inside.”
“Why?” It was the only word she could form.
“Because I need to own you.” His answer came easily, truthfully. But the better question was, did she want that? To be co
mpletely controlled by this man?
Yes, she wanted that, but deep down, she felt that was not something she should ever want from anyone. Nick made her feel and think differently. She was losing herself in him, and that scared her more than anything.
“What you’re doing feels so . . . ” Wrong? Strange? Foreign? “Different.”
Nick leaned over her, his beard scraping along her shoulder as he kissed and nibbled her overheated skin. The motion drew him further inside her.
“I can do this all day, my sweet darling.” His teeth scraped along her skin, making her shiver.
Reaching around to her front, his fingers slicked through the wet folds of her sex. “Even fucking you this way has cream coating you. I want to lap it all up like a cat, suck it all away ’til I’ve feasted myself full, but I know you’ll only cream more for me if I do that.”
She closed her eyes, her breathing shaky as she rolled his words around in her mind. Every dirty word he uttered fired her desire higher. When one of his fingers flicked against her clitoris, there was but one thing on her mind. And that was more. She pressed her bottom back into him, needing to pull all of him into her. Needing him completely.
“That’s it, Amelia. I’ll have you begging for my cock fucking deep inside the tight hole of your rear.”
He was relentless with his words, his body. His fingers still rotated around her swollen bud, the sensations blasting through her body and making her pelvis and hips undulate, lodging him deeper until finally it felt like his penis stretched her wide open. There was a slight burn, but it receded the longer he held motionless inside her.
Nick pulled his fingers away seconds before she found her release. She cried out at the loss of his touch, but was filled with an altogether different feeling as he pushed carefully forward, filling her, inch by agonizing inch. Her breath caught, stopped in its tracks, and ended as he slid fully inside. She waited for what felt like forever as his steely length remained still, and her body adjusted to his heavy girth.
“Shh,” he whispered next to her ear, sucking her earlobe between his teeth. “The pain will ebb. I promise.”
“It doesn’t hurt . . . not really. It’s . . . I can’t describe it.”
His lips trailed over her shoulder, across her back, and stopped at the little bone at the base of her neck. “Relax.”
Lost in the way his lips trailed over her, she was left breathless when he pulled out, only to push back inside her, his pace careful but no less titillating. The slowness was soon a torture in and of itself, and she had to move with him, against him, forward and back. Nick let her move with abandon until her body couldn’t keep up with what her heart wanted; her actions grew jerky and erratic. Nick was on his knees behind her, grasping her hips tight, sliding her along his hard length.
Setting a steady pace, he slipped one hand between the folds of her sex again and rubbed her clitoris in hard, even strokes. She unfurled her hands, pressing one palm against his lower abdomen with each plunge forward. His fingers were like magic, building a firestorm in her so high that she was sure she would combust at any moment.
The way he hit her inside only heightened each sensation, drawing her closer to a finale she knew would trump anything she’d ever felt. Her heart skittered and raced; each of his propulsions forward had moans slipping past her lips. His fingers drew on her harder, pulling at the swollen nub between the lips of her sex.
And she begged. “Nick, don’t stop. Don’t stop. Please. I need to finish. I need you so badly. Please. Please . . . ”
“My minx likes to beg when I’m so close to giving her what she wants.”
“I need this.”
“And I will give it to you.”
He scissored his fingers, sliding them around her clitoris. She cried out his name once more as she flew over the edge and straight into pure ecstasy. She felt impossibly tight, impossibly good. Impossibly free. As her body clenched and released, her cream ran down her thighs with each movement of his hand, each propulsion of his cock in that forbidden place.
Nick shouted, and a second later she felt the pump of his seed deep inside her. He felt so different this way. It was as though she could feel more of him, every twitch, every slide like a thousand hands running over her body in unison. Nick’s movements slowed, his body collapsed on top of hers, his hardness diminishing only slightly.
They didn’t say anything for some minutes. When their breathing evened out, Amelia spoke first. “The way you make me feel . . . that scares me about us.”
Nick’s hand came down to rest near her head. The motion brought him completely out of her bottom, and she exhaled a small sound of relief but felt a twinge of regret at the same time. How could she want that?
“Hearing that makes me feel like a monster.”
“I don’t mean it that way. I just . . . I don’t know who I am without you anymore. Untie me, Nick. Please. I need to touch you.”
He sat up on his knees and unwound the material binding her wrists together. Her hands throbbed when they fell forward. Nick flipped her onto her back and rubbed her wrists between his hands.
“Forgive me,” he said quietly.
Placing one hand along his jaw, she waited for him to focus on her eyes. “I trust you, Nick. I just need to take this slow. You make me feel things that cause me a great deal of guilt.”
“There is nothing wrong with anything we do. Nothing to feel guilty about.”
“You’ll think me a ninny, but I want to see you and look in your eyes when you want something new. I want to touch you. I feel bereft, having that sense taken away from me.”
His thumb lazily circled one of her wrists, drawing the numbness out. “I’ll never bind you again.”
Amelia buried both her hands in his thick, black hair. “That’s not what I want.”
“What do you want, then, Amelia? Don’t you know I’ll give you anything you ask?”
She bit her bottom lip. “I want to do everything with you. But I need to take this one step at a time. We are still learning about each other. The things you want, I would never have dreamed possible. I want to give you complete control, but I also want you to be honest with me. I want you to talk to me and reveal yourself to me, as I’ve shared myself with you. There’s nothing you don’t know about me. Nothing.”
Nick’s thumb brushed back and forth over her lips.
“I won’t taint you with my past.” One of his hands caressed the side of her face, and he kissed her tenderly on the mouth.
Neither closed their eyes; they watched each other, even as their lips brushed back and forth in a lazy loving.
“Not all of your past is dark . . . ” She was fishing for anything that would chase away the remnants of his dream, of his guilt for taking her in a way that she didn’t think many indulged. And to her surprise, she’d do it a hundred times more. For the pleasure and to hand him the reins of control, if that was what he needed to pull back from the darkness.
He pushed off the bed and padded across the floor toward the bathing room, and for the second time that night, she followed him. The water in the tub was running as she entered. Nick retrieved a linen cloth from a cabinet and ran it under the water of the washing stand before wiping himself off. He was still hard, and his member bobbed when he released it and tossed the cloth over the porcelain sink.
The man was insatiable. She blushed and turned away.
“Cat got your tongue now?”
“You are changing the subject.”
“It’s three in the morning, Amelia. The last thing I want to do is talk about my dreams when you’re standing naked, like a feast yet to be tasted. Get in the bath.”
She crossed her arms over her middle, the motion plumping up her breasts. “And if I say no?”
“Then I’ll happily assist. You’re going to be sore. The hot water will help ease any lingering tenseness in your muscles.”
She already was feeling a little bruised, not that she’d admit that. “It’s going to be di
fficult to bathe with you here to distract me.”
He smiled, and there was nothing innocent about the look her gave her. “I promise only to keep you company.”
She gave him a suspicious look and then finally dunked her toes into the hot water. It took her a while to ease in, but when she did, Nick pulled a stool over and washed her hair as she lazed in the water, feeling her muscles loosen the longer she soaked. It didn’t escape her that Nick was still closing himself off from her. He couldn’t continue doing so. Whatever they had between them wouldn’t work if he couldn’t he honest with her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Amelia tapped her fingers along the edge of the velvet bench. Her hired carriage jostled along the uneven road, hitting quite a few bumps that required her to hold on to her seat intermittently.
She couldn’t keep her mind from repeatedly wandering back to Nick and the fact that he hadn’t roused her this morning so she could sneak back into her room undetected. It did not matter who had guessed they were sleeping in the same bed; what mattered was respecting her wishes that their relationship appear to be no more than professional.
After spending her morning feeling frustrated and ignored by Nick, she knew she needed to get out of the house for a while and focus on anything but matters of the heart. But here she was, thinking about him . . . again.
Amelia pulled the curtain aside to peek outside. The clouds rolling in promised quite a storm later this afternoon. She hoped to make it to Sera’s before the skies opened up.
While Nick had invited Amelia to befriend his sister, she suspected he would not approve of what Amelia had in mind right now. Sera could provide information on Nick’s past. Give Amelia the insight into what haunted him so thoroughly that he refused to open up to her. Desperation to understand why he was avoiding her drove her to do this, but it wasn’t her sole reason for meeting Sera. She did miss having a friend in whom she could confide. And she had told Sera she wished to discuss the building of the new school.
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