Part 190
"Bec?" Nick opened the door carefully, thinking maybe she had gone to sleep, but the lights were all on and she wasn’t in bed. From behind the closed bathroom door he could hear the water running in the shower, and sighed, wiping his hand over his face. Bec’s favorite place to escape was the shower, and he would lay odds that she was in there crying. He debated whether or not to go in after her or just leave her alone, but he smiled as a plan began to take shape.
Nick dimmed the lights in the bedroom and pulled down the covers. Fortunately, Kevin had excellent taste in decorating. There were candles everywhere, so Nick lit all of them, and they began to cast a warm glow over the room. Satisfied that everything was just right, he undressed and carefully opened the bathroom door. Steam billowed out as he opened the sliding glass doors, and one look at Becca confirmed what he’d been thinking. Standing beneath the pounding spray, she wept, the sound of the water muffling the sounds she made.
Quietly he slipped his arms around her, holding her close as the water poured over them both. He kissed her shoulder and she shivered, despite the heat of the water.
"Nick, just go-"
"Shh, I’m staying right here." He kissed her shoulder once more, moving his lips up her neck to her ear, where he took the lobe between his teeth and nibbled gently. His hands held her hips as he pressed his hardening length against her softness, smiling as she moaned. "Like that?" he asked. Guessing that her answering whimper was a 'yes', he did it again for good measure.
"Nick, god." Becca gasped as he rubbed his erection in between the cleft of her bottom.
"Damn, that's sweet." He did it again, looking down to watch as his length slipped against her wet flesh.
Becca braced her hands against the shower wall for balance, freeing Nick's hands for other, more important tasks.
"Bec, you feel so good." Nick swept his hands over her body, first down and up her back, and then sliding forward to hold her breasts. They swelled in his hands and he gently pulled the nipples with his thumbs and index fingers. "Baby, you're so beautiful. God, I love your body."
Becca shook her head. "No, it's not-"
"Yes, it IS." His hands moved lower, cradling her belly in his long, strong fingers. "This is love, Bec. This is what love has done to us." He stroked her slowly. "This is what our love made."
Becca's tears mingled with the water as he spoke softly and she sniffled.
Nick turned her to face him and the way he looked took her breath away. As he looked down into her eyes, the water ran over his face and his hair hung over his eyes and he looked amazingly beautiful. Just like … dear god, just like in the video.
He watched her eyes begin to darken and smiled. It was working. Gently he took her face in his hands and brushed the wetness from her cheeks. As he bent forward to touch his mouth to hers the water from his hair dripped into her eyes and she closed them with a sigh. Softly and slowly he kissed her, nibbling at her lower lip and then retreating when she tried to move closer. In vain she tried once more, reaching blindly for him, but he stopped her with his hands on her wrists. Firmly, but in control, he held her hands behind her back and pressed her up against the shower wall.
"Not yet," he whispered, licking the water from her face, ending with her mouth. "We've got all night, Bec, don't we?"
Becca gasped. "Don't know … about the ... hot water…"
"Baby, we'll make our own heat," he smirked suggestively, chuckling as she whimpered. He managed to hold both her wrists with one hand, which left his other hand free to wander. He brushed her wet hair away from her eyes and rubbed his thumb along her bottom lip, laughing as she tried to catch it between her teeth. "Vixen," he chided.
"Stop teasing me then."
"Why? I'm having fun, aren’t you?"
"Almost," she moaned as his mouth found her breast.
Slowly, agonizingly slowly, he sucked her swollen flesh, rolling her nipple on his tongue as she tried in vain to work her hands free.
"Nick-" God, this was torture. Becca squirmed against his hands, and he moved to her other breast, lavishing equal attention on its swollen tip. "Nick, please-"
"Shh, stand still."
"Nick, let me go!" She struggled against his hands and as he finally released her, her fingers wrapped themselves in his hair trying to hold him closer.
His hands were unoccupied for the moment and he stood back to look at her. Soaking wet, her skin was flushed from the hot water, and she was very, very aroused. Her eyes were darker than he'd ever seen them and he decided to see just how little it would take to push her over the edge.
"You're all wet, Bec," he grinned. Leaning closer he whispered, "You were wet this afternoon, too, weren't you?" She sucked in a quick breath and it only made him more determined. "I loved watching you, you know? You were so turned on, baby, I could see it in your eyes. And so could everyone else." He cupped a breast in his palm before continuing. "Everyone knew just what you were thinking, but best of all, *I* knew. I knew we'd be alone tonight and could do all those things we couldn't do earlier. I knew I could kiss you, like this." He brushed his lips over hers, his tongue sneaking in to touch hers. "I knew I could hold you just like this." He squeezed her breast gently, flicking his thumb over her nipple as the water ran over them.
"Nick, please," Becca whimpered, trying her best to press her body up against his.
"I watched you and I got so damn hard just thinking about you, just like now. Feel this." He rocked his hips forward and as his rock hard shaft brushed her belly, she moaned. "Feel what you do to me? I just wanted to take you away and bury myself inside you as deep as I could go. That's what I wanted," he murmured against her ear. "I think you wanted it too, Bec."
"I do," she whimpered. "Please-"
"I wanted to lay you down and touch your body. God, Bec, I love the way you look when we make love. Your skin glows, and it's so soft." He sucked the spot where her neck meets her shoulder and she shivered. "And the way you tremble in my arms, it makes me want you so much."
Becca reached for him, her fingers brushing his erection, but he eluded her grasp. Once more he took her hands, held her wrists in one hand and held them high above her head. His free hand stroked her body, down her side and around to cup her bottom and squeeze. He teased her, running his hand down her leg and back up, never touching the one place that cried out the most for him. Tantalizingly, he traced his index finger up the front of her thigh, just barely grazing the damp curls between her legs.
"Know what else I wanted?" he asked.
"No, what?" She was practically begging now.
"I wanted to lay between your thighs and just look. I knew how wet you were. God, it kills me to see you like that Bec, all ripe and just ready for me. But I knew that looking wouldn't be enough."
"No?" she whimpered.
"It never is, is it? You know what always comes next," he whispered.
"Um hmm…" She was writhing beneath his hand, still held captive against the shower wall. "Please?"
"Not yet, not yet." He kissed her sweetly, not too deeply, brushing his fingers over the line where her leg met her torso. "I love how you get so wet for me, but I already said that, huh? Where was I?" he licked her shoulder as he thought, or at least pretended to think.
"There," she groaned, "right there…"
"Oh, right. 'Looking'. Even better than that, I love how you taste."
Becca moaned, arching in vain against his hand.
"So sweet. You taste like… I dunno, you just taste like 'you'. That's what else I wanted to do today. Lay down between your thighs, hold you down, cuz I know you can't hold still when I do that," he giggled, "and then just dive right in. I think I'd start here…" He reached between her legs, deftly inserting one long finger into her moist heat.
Becca was beyond sound as he probed slowly, his tongue doing the same to her ear.
"And then-" he stopped moving.
"What? Nicky, what?" she panted.
"Then I'd watch."
"Watch what? Nicky, please," she begged shamelessly.
"This." He slowly withdrew his finger, and even more slowly, slid it up her dripping cleft until it pressed against her swollen clit. He had barely touched her when she climaxed in his hands, screaming his name as he stroked her. "That's what I'd watch. Do it again, Bec."
And she did. She never had time to recover from her first orgasm as he busied his hand once again between her thighs and she came a second time before sagging in his arms.
Nick held her tightly as she breathed heavily, her head on his chest. Gently he soothed her, rubbing her back as she came down from the incredible high she'd been on. The water was much colder now, and Nick reached past Becca to turn it off.
"Come on, let's get you dry." He pressed his lips to her hair, reaching for a towel. Carefully he dried every inch of her body, kissing each spot as he went. When he was finished he sat on the toilet seat, and pulled her into his lap. Taking his time, he brushed the tangles from her wet hair, his nostrils filled with her clean scent.
"Feels so good," she mumbled. "*You* feel good."
"Yeah?" he smiled.
"Yeah," she smiled back. "I love you," she sighed.
"I know that, Bec. And it blows me away every time you tell me." He rested his chin on her shoulder, wrapping his arms around her towel-covered body.
"Thank you," she said shyly.
"Don't ever thank me for lovin' you, ok?" Catching her chin in his fingers, he turned her head and kissed her, moaning as she wrapped her fingers through his hair once again as she returned his kiss.
Becca should have been tired, but she felt his body stir beneath her towel and wanted him even more than before. "Nick-"
Nick mumbled incoherently against her mouth.
"Nick-" She pulled away from him and stood, taking his hand to lead him out into the bedroom. She stopped short as she saw the glow from the candles. "Oh, Nick."
"What can I say? Kevin has great taste." Nick smiled as she turned to look up into his eyes. "And so do I, I picked you, didn't I?"
Becca's eyes began to fill at the sentiment and she willed back the tears. There was no way she was going to ruin the rest of their evening by crying again. Standing by the bed in the soft glow, she dropped her towel. Her eyes traveled over Nick's body, coming to rest at his hips. As she looked at him, her mouth watered. God, he was beautiful.
He took the hand she held out to him and allowed himself to be pulled closer. His eyes closed as she gently kissed his chest, running her hands around his back and grasping his bottom. She took one tiny nipple between her teeth and he gasped, his erection swelling even more. Becca felt it twitch against her belly and silently reached for him. Her hands wrapped securely around his length and he sighed in contentment.
"Your turn, I think," she whispered as she stroked his engorged flesh.
"God, Bec," he choked out, hoping he could last. He was literally dripping with need and wanted to do all those things he'd told her about, but at this rate he'd never succeed.
"Nick, do it."
"What?" he rasped.
"Make love to me, I need you."
"Baby-"
She sat suddenly, making the decision for him as she pulled him closer and took him deep into her mouth.
"Jesus, Bec-" he grabbed her hair for balance as she worked her mouth over him. There was no way to stop himself from thrusting into her mouth, so he gave into his feelings and watched as she pleasured him. "Dear god, Bec, that feels … so good."
She could tell he was close to coming and pulled away, scooting back on the bed. As if he really had a choice, he followed her, reaching for her, and was taken by surprise as she pushed him onto his back.
"Bec-"
"Hush, let me do it this way." She crawled between his legs, giving his penis one last sweet kiss before rising above him. "Trust me, Nick, it's more comfortable for me this way. Help me."
As she settled against him, he held himself still, guiding her as she lowered herself onto him. Damn, she felt good. Hot, wet, just like he knew she'd be. He watched her eyes close in ecstasy as her walls stretched to accommodate him and he groaned as she clenched her muscles around him and sighed.
"Aw, damn, Bec …" He held her hips as she began to move above him, and he was fast losing his control. The day had been one long session of foreplay and it was about to come to a crashing halt as she rode him to completion. His face was a study in concentration and he was so damn close. Just a little more….
"Come on Nick, please." Becca reached behind her and brushed her fingers against his balls and felt them tighten beneath her touch.
"Not … without … you …" With the last bit of energy he possessed, he wove his fingers into the wet curls where they were joined and tugged at the pleasure point that set her spinning out of control once again. With a shout he came, too, thrusting upward so hard that he achieved his goal. He was buried so deeply inside her that they were one being. One perfect being.
Becca rolled to the side as Nick held her close, her head resting on his shoulder. As she lay immobile, her muscles no longer capable of motion and her voice unable to speak, he brushed her damp hair away from her face.
"Love you, baby," he whispered, brushing a kiss against her hair.
"Me too." Sleepily she turned away, and he spooned up behind her, one knee resting between hers, his arm thrown possessively over her. In seconds they were sound asleep.