by Caryn Carter
"Eight-thirty."
"What kind of wine do you like? Red? White?"
"Either. I'm not particular ... about wine."
Whew. He was going to explode if she kept this up. "I'll have it chilled and waiting for you when you arrive."
"Not too cold. I prefer things on the warmer side."
He was going to be totally out of control in ten seconds if he didn't end this now. Right this instant. "Got to go, Bella. Nature's calling. See you soon."
He'd told her the truth. The absolute truth. He did have to relieve himself. One way or the other. Do a quick hand job. Or take another cold shower. Which one would it be?
He headed for the shower, both hands around his rigid shaft forcing it into submission. He was saving this primed-up cock for Bella. No way was he going to give her any less than she deserved. And he hoped what he gave her would be much, much more than she expected.
* * * *
When Bella saw Nick waiting for her on the dock, she had to exercise every ounce of self-control she possessed to keep a steady pace instead of racing toward him. Not an easy thing to do considering her desire for him had settled between her thighs, and each step was a torture to be endured only because it was carrying her closer to bliss.
When she finally reached Nick, neither of them spoke a word. She took his outstretched hand and they walked down the dock to the slip where the Cindy Marie was berthed. He helped her onto the deck of the boat. In continued silence, fingers entwined, they passed through the main saloon and followed the passageway to the master stateroom.
She handed Nick a white deli box. "Some cheese and crackers. Perfect for either red or white, according to the clerk who sold them to me." Was this her voice? Thick and resonating with desire? Could he tell she was on the verge of begging him to dispense with formalities, forget the damn wine and get down to the reason they were both here?
Nick took the box and laid it on the table next to the silver bucket where the bottle of wine was already open and breathing. He lifted a delicate crystal flute from a silver tray on a nearby table, filled it with the bubbly white wine and handed it to her. She waited while he filled another glass for himself, then tipped his flute to hers. "To us," he whispered, a wicked promise in his eyes that sent a rush of adrenaline through her system and instantly made her wet. He waited until the rim of the glass touched her lips before he lifted his glass, his eyes never leaving hers as they sipped together in the soft, sensuous light of the cabin.
"How's your mother?" Nick asked, still looking at her.
"About the same. Waiting for a definite date for the operation." Why were they talking about her mother's operation when she could barely walk for the drumming that was quickly building between her legs?
"And your sister? How is she holding up?"
"Fine." Better than she was holding up at the moment.
"The installation of the security system should be completed by tomorrow evening."
"Great." Oh God, was he acting like this was just an ordinary date on purpose? Maybe she had misunderstood. Maybe he was still in the 'take it slow mode' and he didn't intend for them to actually have sex tonight.
Nick lifted the wine bottle and tilted it toward her nearly empty glass. She held it out for him to refill and waited while he refilled his own glass. They drank, and as before, their gazes met, and held, over the rim of the flute.
She realized suddenly that her breathing had slowed, was barely perceptible, and her limbs had gone lax; the ache between her thighs still there, but not the sole center of her focus now. A slow, pulsing heat, sharp and deeply primal, flowed through her body as naturally as the wine on her tongue flowed down her throat.
As the sensations in her body grew keener, the glow in Nick's eyes heightened. She thought she saw his hand tremble slightly when he set his flute down on the silver tray, but it was steady as he gently slipped the glass from her hand and set it down next to his.
Nick reached for her, his large hands encircling her waist, his fingers strong, yet gentle at her back. She could feel the heat from his fingertips penetrating her bones.
"Are you sure?" His hands moved around to the front of her waist and his fingers moved upward, stopped beneath the valley of her breasts, hovered over the buttons on her shirt.
Was he waiting for her final consent? Her breathing quickened. She found the tab to his zipper. "Are you sure?"
His mouth came down hard on hers with his answer, her lips already parted for the thrust of his heated tongue, the moisture in his mouth mingling with hers and warming it to a thick, sweet liquid more heady than any wine she had ever tasted.
He fumbled with the first button he attempted to undo, but the second and third gave way easily under his fingers. As easily as she imagined his thrusts would open her up after his first, probing entry.
She separated the zipper's teeth effortlessly with one hand and dragged the metal tab down slowly, carefully, the fingers of her other hand leading the way, stroking him, priming him for the moment their flesh met. He was so hard she had difficulty working her fingers between his erection and the thick fabric of his slacks, but she patiently tested and probed until her fingers found the opening in his briefs and slipped inside. The hot, velvety head of his penis pulsed against her palm. She squeezed him gently, felt his body tremble, heard the whistle of air through his teeth.
Nick sucked in a hard breath. His hands stilled at her breast for one second, then lowered to the bottom of her skirt. Hastily, he lifted the skirt, slid his hand under the fabric and pressed it to the hot flesh inside her thigh.
A low moan escaped Bella, interrupted the kiss that had deepened while their hands explored each other's bodies. Her lips suddenly began to throb as fiercely as the folds between her thighs. Her grip on his stiffened erection increased and the hard flesh pulsed and jerked wildly in her hand.
With a harsh cry, Nick slipped his throbbing cock from Bella's hand and spun her around, pushed his thick shaft against her backside and moved it up and down against the rough fabric of her skirt. A string of irreverent oaths flew from his lips.
He knew his control was slipping fast, so he quick-stepped Bella across the narrow room, his hands working furiously to lift her skirt up around her hips. The fabric bunched between her buttocks and his bulging fly, forcing him to work harder to lift her skirt higher. When it was finally up around her waist, he slipped his hand inside the elastic band of her panties and pushed them down over her hips. Cupping her buttocks he lifted her, levering her between his body and the wall, his cock searching eagerly between her swollen folds until he found the slippery entrance.
"Open for me, Bella." His mouth rimmed her ear, his breath hot against her skin as he slid his hands down her belly and through the soft nest of curls until his fingers found the greedy flesh that grasped for his cock. He positioned his throbbing tip under her yielding cleft, anticipating the moment of his penetration.
When he pushed inside her, the swift thrust extracted such a deep cry of ecstasy from her that it brought him instantly to the edge of climax. Taking a deep breath to momentarily clear his head, he forced himself to hold back the release that had his cock throbbing painfully and his heart hammering in his chest.
"This is what you wanted, isn't it, Bella?" Another upward thrust, stronger than the one before forced the base of his shaft against the entrance to her sex. The liquid heat that had gathered there slid down his testicles, pushed him still closer to the edge. He pulled in another ragged breath and fought against the primitive need to explode within her without thought or reason.
"Yes," she whispered, her breath coming in short, harsh gasps.
Yes. This was what she had wanted the first time she saw him--and she had wanted him with a mindless passion every minute of every day and every night since.
She fought for breath, moaning as her hips ground against the deep thrusts of his thickness that was stretching her to the limit. Yet it seemed every time she thought she couldn't possibly op
en any more for him, she did. It was as if her body had transcended the rules of nature and gratefully accommodated his every demand, opening her up to the most exquisite sensations she had ever experienced.
Nick pressed his mouth to her ear. "Tell me again, Bella. Say, 'this is what I want, Nick. What I've wanted since the first time we met.'" He bucked against her, pressing her even closer to the wall, his hands searching for her breasts. When he finally closed his fingers around them, he lowered the cups of her bra and released her fullness into his hands.
Her nipples hardened and peaked between his fingers as he worked them up and down mimicking his thrusts against her bottom. "Say it, again." His breath, hot against her neck, sent shivers spiraling down her spine to the soles of her feet.
"I've wanted this since the first time we met. Yes, damn you, since I first saw you." She began to weep. Not from the powerful thrusts that felt as if they would tear her apart, but from the depth of the pleasure Nick was wringing from her. This was a new experience for her, this body shattering passion that until now she had never shared with another man. Not even with Kevin.
"I want you to say more," Nick demanded, pushing still farther inside her. "Say, 'I want you to fuck me, Nick. I've wanted you to fuck me since the first time I saw you.' Say it."
Bella shuddered from a longing so deep, so intense she was afraid she wouldn't be able to speak and she wanted so badly to tell Nick what he wanted to hear. Her desire to please him quickly overrode her other emotions. "I want you to fuck me, Nick. I've wanted you to since the first time I saw you." The more she admitted it, the hotter she became, until it felt as if every nerve in her body was on fire.
Then, that secret place between her legs that had gone from a steady pulse to an incessant throbbing began to ache and burn as if there really was a blaze inside of her. Part of her wanted to come just to release the pressure that threatened to burn her bones to cinders, but another part of her didn't want to let go, afraid that she might never reach the pinnacle of such overpowering pleasure ever again.
"Do you want me to fuck you more than you ever wanted him to?" Nick's breath at her ear raised the flames inside her to a white-hot heat.
She tried to speak, but her brain was sidetracked by the exquisite shocks of pleasure that shot through her every time Nick thrust inside her. Her face burned. Even the wood, cool against her flesh when she'd first touched it, offered no relief against the fire that licked at her inside and out.
Lifting sensitive folds of skin with his lips, Nick's mouth glided from her neck to her nape. Along the way he caught her flesh between his teeth, synchronized erotic bites of flesh with sharply measured thrusts of his long, swollen shaft, trying it seemed, to tap some unreachable part of her body. She felt about to fly apart.
Nick was merciless in his demands. "Say his name, dammit. Say, 'I want you to fuck me more than I ever wanted Kevin to fuck me.' Say it. Say it."
The admission burst from her in a wild, savage cry. "I want you to fuck me more than I ever wanted Kevin to." There, she'd said it, cried it shamelessly. And, Oh God, it was true. She had never wanted Kevin this way. Nothing she had ever experienced with Kevin could come close to the ecstasy she felt at this moment.
"One more time." He stopped thrusting and withdrew most of his length from her. "Tell me one more time you never had this good of a fuck with Kevin. Tell me Kevin never made you feel this good."
"No. No, he never, never..." Against her will, sobs burst from her throat. She felt like she couldn't swallow, like she'd never take another breath. "Please, I can't stand anymore." Why was he doing this to her? What more did he want from her?
Nick was relentless. "Please, what? Tell me, Bella. Please, what?" He knew what she wanted. She wanted what he wanted. For him to be buried deep inside her, filling her, driving them both beyond sanity. Yes, he knew what she wanted, but he wanted to hear her tell him. "Say what you want from me, Bella," he urged, sliding inside her only a fraction, then holding himself still, not even breathing.
"I want you ... your ... I want your cock all the way inside me." She wiggled her bottom trying to force him to give her what she craved. She was at the edge of sanity, ready to do whatever he asked as long as he drove deeper inside her. Spreading her thighs as much as her position allowed, she quickly lowered herself, trying to impale herself on him. But he pulled out of her just in time to thwart her move.
Fiercely, he thrust upward again, but not nearly deep enough to satisfy her. She wanted more. She wanted all of him. She was determined to have him. Rotating her hips she ground hard against him once more, but once more he pulled away.
Bella clamped her lips together resolutely. If this was a game, he was winning, but at this point she didn't care. She would be the ultimate winner when he brought her to what she already knew would be the greatest orgasm of her life. Twisting, she tried to turn her face so she could see him but he just pressed closer to her, keeping her wedged between him and the wall.
How much longer could she stand this? How much longer could he stand this? Sobbing, she slapped the slick wood above her head in frustration. Was he ever going to let her come? Or was he just going to keep tempting her, torturing her? Was this some crazy, bizarre plan he had in mind all along? She was very close to being angry with him. He had wanted her to beg. And she had. But she had her limit, even in the midst of the most profound sexual experience of her life. She needed to know why he was treating her this way. "Why are you torturing me, Nick? Why? I thought you wanted me as much as I wanted you."
Torturing her? He was torturing himself past all levels of human endurance.
He had never wanted a woman as much as he wanted Bella. He had never before wanted to pleasure a woman the way he wanted to pleasure her. He gave another powerful upward thrust. "I want you to come with me, Bella. Are you ready?"
Her body was telegraphing her readiness, tightening around him, drawing on him like an eager mouth, but he had to make certain beyond any doubt. He wanted them to climax together and he couldn't hold back much longer. He thrust again, his head feeling as if it were about to explode before his cock did. "Now?"
The air rushed out of Bella's lungs with such force she thought she was taking her last breath, but she managed a hoarse 'yes', at the very moment she felt his finger testing the juncture of his huge, throbbing penis and the swollen walls of her vagina. Somehow, his finger eased between his flesh and hers and when he found her clitoris, her body bucked savagely against him.
A cry flew from her lips, tearing past her throat, leaving it raw. Her body jerked, shuddered, jerked again as her climax overpowered her. She ground her bottom against Nick's thick, hard shaft, ignoring his pleas for her to stop. Damn him, she wouldn't stop. He had brought her to this fever pitch and now he would give her the ecstasy he had promised. She would extract it from him against his will if she had to.
Realizing Bella was in the grasp of a powerful orgasm that had taken control of her, Nick increased the friction of his finger against her clit, and wrapping his free arm around her waist, supported her weight as his own climax rushed through him. His release exploded with such force he almost lost his balance, but managed to keep them both upright only through sheer strength of will.
He emptied himself inside her for what seemed like an eternity, her release accompanying his, the pungent scent of their mingled fluids filling their lungs, the urgent slapping of their flesh in sync with their guttural moans as they each took the last of what the other had to give.
Exhausted, they slumped against the wall, their labored breathing filling the small quarters, shutting out every other sound around them. When their breathing finally leveled, Nick reached in his back pocket for a handkerchief.
It was then he realized what he had done.
Lowering his head to her shoulder, he let out an agonizing moan. "Aw, shit, Bella. The damn condom is still in my pocket."
It took a moment for her to grasp the implication of his words.
They had not
used any protection.
Forcing herself to cast aside the lingering remnants of passion, she quickly calculated the odds of an unwanted pregnancy. Her initial panic was replaced by a growing sense of relief. She was past mid-cycle. She should be safe. She should allay Nick's fears now that her own had been lessened.
She took in a calming breath. "I think I'm safe. The threat of pregnancy should be minimal."
Nick kissed her lightly on the shoulder. "It was a reckless thing to do regardless of your situation. I should have kept myself in check long enough to protect you."
"I'll be fine," she assured him. She really wasn't concerned about an unwanted pregnancy.
Nick made no move to alter their position. "I really am truly sorry, Bella. What I did was unforgivable. It was dangerous. For both of us." He eased back from her slowly and she heard the rasp of metal as he zipped his trousers.
A new sense of unease settled over her. He was not only concerned about her; he was concerned about himself as well.
Did he think she was loose? That she slept around and might transmit some ugly disease to him? What about him? She knew absolutely nothing about his sex life. Her previous agitation with him turned inward. She had been every bit as reckless as he.
"You have nothing to worry about, Nick," she hastened to assure him, a biting edge of sarcasm in her tone. "You won't turn up tomorrow with some horrible affliction that will give you cause to hate me forever." If she sounded bitter, it was because she was. In some stupid way, even though it was unreasonable of her to expect it, she had thought her health and safety were uppermost in his mind.
Nick turned Bella around to face him, attempting as he did to help lower the folds of fabric that were still bunched up at her waist, but she brushed his hand aside and smoothed her skirt down as best she could by herself. She still had some pride left. Some dignity.
She almost laughed out loud at that ridiculous thought. How dignified could she be with her clothes hiked up to her neck, her underwear God knows where, standing here in front of a man she knew less than a week, for whom she had just spread her legs and said out loud words she had only spoken in her head before?