Part 348
Becca began to clear the dishes, but Jane would have nothing to do with it.
"You cooked, I can clean. Go find something to wear tonight."
"Tonight-?"
"Come on, Bec." Nick pulled her toward the stairs. "Thanks mom," he called over his shoulder.
"Nick, what's going on?"
"We're going out to dinner tonight."
"Nick, there's almost a dozen people here."
"No, Bec, just me and you."
"Us? Alone?" Becca's eyes held a dazed look and she could resist questioning him once more. "Really?"
Nick giggled. "Really. My mom planned it all, She won't tell me where, but she set something up for us at one of the local places. She said we need some time alone."
"She's right," Becca smiled, leaning into Nick's embrace. "This is great! I have to find something to wear. Did I bring a dress?" She pulled away, intent on heading to the closet but Nick's hand on her wrist pulled her back.
"You've got plenty of time for that, Bec. How a bout a little preview?"
"Preview?" she questioned with a smile.
"Uh huh. You remember what it was like to be alone, don't you?"
"No, not really," she pretended.
"Oh baby, it was great," he whispered against her neck. "It was just you," he kissed her neck, "and me," he kissed her ear.
"I remember that, I think…" she sighed as he traced his tongue around the shell of her ear, nibbling on the lobe.
"Remember this?" he asked as he wove his fingers through her hair, holding her head as his lips descended on hers.
Becca's lips parted in anticipation, but she whimpered as he stopped short of his goal.
"Nick-" she whispered.
In answer, he leaned just a bit closer and took her lower lip between his teeth, tugging gently and feeling himself harden as she moaned. He teased her until she was close to begging and then kissed her, his tongue sweeping inside to tangle with hers, his arms holding her as close as he could.
Becca's hands clutched at his back as she kissed him back, pressing her hips against him and momentarily forgetting her limitations. When he rocked his hardness against her, she groaned in anticipation and then realized there was nothing she could do about it. Wrenching her mouth away from his, she pleaded with him to stop.
"Bec, why?"
"Nick, we can't do this. Not yet," she whispered. "Damn it…" she muttered.
"Come on Bec, just a little? Just for a while."
"Nick, I can't, it's not fair." She rested her head against his chest and tried to calm her breathing.
"I can help," he said softly. Without another word he undid the sash on her robe and pushed it open and then off her shoulders. The thin straps of her gown left her shoulder bare and his lips trailed the expanse of soft skin, his teeth gently scraping her collarbone.
"Nick, stop," she said, but she did nothing to make him. "God," she whimpered as his hands pulled her gown up over her hips.
"Shh, relax." Nick pulled back to look into her eyes. "Trust me, Bec."
"I do, but-"
"Then just let me, okay?"
Becca sighed once more and closed her eyes as he pulled her gown over her head and off.
The cool air had an immediate effect as her nipples hardened, and Nick groaned as he watched. With careful precision, he kissed her cheek, and then her neck, before spreading gentle kisses over her chest, carefully avoiding her tender breasts. It took almost all of his control to keep from taking her between his lips and he could tell she wanted it too, judging by the way her back arched in his hands. She pressed her breasts to his chest and his hands moved to her bottom to pull her closer.
"Please?" she begged. "Touch me."
She didn't need to ask a second time. Carefully, he moved his hands beneath her breasts, holding their weight in his hands and brushing his thumbs over their swollen tips. She shivered with his touch and he felt his own body respond in kind when cloudy drops of milk appeared. He felt her swell with the stimulation and bent his head, unable to resist tasting her, just once. As his tongue laved her flesh she cried out, her knees turning to jelly as she leaned on him for support.
It was amazing. She tasted of herself and faintly of their son and he'd never wanted her more. He felt the dampness beneath his jeans and needed her touch almost as badly as she needed his. Backing her to the bed, he lay her down as he stripped off his clothes, his cock standing at full attention as he stood before her.
Turning on her side, Becca reached for him, her slender fingers wrapping around his length and squeezing as she used it to pull him closer. His erection was at eye level and she leaned forward to capture its weeping tip between her lips. She sucked slowly, her tongue swirling around the head, resisting his attempts to drive deeper into her throat even as his fingers tangled in her hair. Her hand stroked him steadily, and her lips kept up their work as her free hand reached between his legs to fondle him. Rolling the tender weight between her fingers, she then reached further back, one finger slipping between his cheeks and gently touching the tight puckered flesh she discovered there.
A surprised cry came from Nick's throat as he buried himself in Becca's, coming in endless hot streams as she continued to tease him with her fingers. When he finally softened and slipped from her mouth, he collapsed on the bed beside her, panting with exertion. "Holy shit …" he gasped, pressing his mouth to hers and tasting himself there even as his own hand slipped beneath her panties to cup her mound.
"Oh-" she gasped, his finger finding her on the first try. Without hesitation she began to lift her hips toward him, silently begging for more.
"Slow down, Bec." He stroked her slowly, maddeningly so, kissing her face as he did.
"No. Not slow." Becca pressed his hand where she needed him, gasping at the firmer contact. "I need this, Nick. I need you. Please-"
"Baby, I love you." He complied, holding her down to the bed with the weight of his leg and hand, and pressing her swollen clit with his middle finger. His hand slipped easily through the heated moisture and he smiled as he felt her begin to tremble with her approaching orgasm. He watched her body flush and tense, and as she shattered with his touch he caught her cries with his mouth. Her legs closed around his hand and he stroked her even more, pulling another quick climax from her body as tears of relief rolled unheeded down her face.
Nick kissed her face, smoothing away her dampened hair as he pulled the sheet over her. He held her close, and just as she drifted into a relaxed, sated sleep, she murmured, "I love you."
"Me too, baby, me too,"