Part 40

Becca wakened to bright sunlight streaming through the windows. Sometime before daylight they had shifted and Nick was spooned behind her, one arm wrapped around Becca to prevent her from falling off the couch onto the floor. Becca smiled as she lay still, just listening to him breathe. Sooner than she liked, nature called and she gently extricated herself and climbed the stairs to the bathroom.

After washing her face and brushing her teeth she walked out into the loft bedroom. She caught her breath as she saw Nick standing at the window looking silently out at the ocean. Still wearing his tux shirt and trousers, his hair was askew and his bow tie was untied and hanging loosely around his neck. He looked sexy as hell.

"Morning," she whispered, slipping up behind him and wrapping her arms around him.

"I missed you," he said and Becca laughed softly.

"It isn't easy to sleep with someone kicking you in the bladder, Nick."

"Guess I'd better get used to sharing you, huh?"

"Nick, we still have a few more months to go."

"I know, I'm sorry. It's just all beginning to sink in, you know?" Becca was too silent and he knew what she was thinking. "But we're together and that's all that matters. Bec, we're gonna be ok. We'll make this work."

"No regrets?"

"Not one. I love you, baby." Threading his fingers through her hair, he bent forward and kissed her. Parting her lips with his tongue he swept it inside her mouth and stroked it against hers until she trembled in his arms.

Becca moaned against his mouth and wrapped her arms around him even tighter than before. Instinctively her hand reached between their bodies to grasp his growing hardness. He inhaled sharply against her mouth, pressing his hips forward against her hand.

"More?" Becca whispered against his mouth.

"Please," he begged.

Kissing him again she worked at the fastenings of his tux pants, lowering the zipper and pushing them to the floor. Breaking the kiss she looked deep into his eyes. They were dazed and filled with need. "I love you," she whispered and sank to her knees.

Mesmerized, she watched as the tip of his erection bobbed beneath the hem of his tux shirt. Reaching blindly beneath the fabric she grasped his length in her hand. He was hot and hard and pulsed beneath her fingertips.

Groaning again, he pressed forward against her hand, his eyes closed tightly.

Becca lifted the fabric away and took him in her mouth with no hesitation. He tasted exactly as she remembered and she'd missed this so much. Nick was essentially her first lover, but in the time they'd been together they'd taken such joy in learning each other's bodies and finding new ways of giving pleasure. Nick was more experienced, but he'd been so patient with her, encouraging her to break through the barriers she'd built around herself after Andrew left her and they'd finally found a level ground in which to explore their love.

Nick gasped as he felt himself surrounded by her hot, wet mouth and if his fingers weren't already tangled in her hair he would he would have lost his balance and tumbled to the floor. He held her head close against him as she sucked him gently, her tongue doing wicked, wicked things to his flesh. It had been so long, and if she only knew how many nights he'd awakened in a cold sweat from dreams just like this. But this was no dream, it was reality.

Becca was intent on giving back every bit of love and pleasure Nick had ever given her. Slowly, methodically, she moved her lips over Nick's swollen flesh, her hands pressed against his hips to hold him still. Pulling almost completely away, she sucked gently on just the very tip, barely grazing him with her teeth. She laughed softly as he trembled beneath her mouth, reaching one hand to wrap around his erection to hold him still.

Pumping her hand slowly up and down, she touched her tongue to the smooth tip of his penis, intent on teasing him as long as she possibly could. It was difficult to tell who was more surprised, Nick or Becca, when suddenly he groaned and came, bathing her face and hand with his hot sticky offering.

Becca sat back in amazement, fighting the overwhelming urge to giggle at the look on Nick's face. She wiped her face on her sleeve and wrapped her arms around his hips, pressing a sweet kiss to his softening member.

"God," he groaned, blushing deep red. "How fucking embarrassing."

Finally, she *did* laugh. "I guess it's been a while, huh?"

"Hell yes! It's not like I was getting any while you were gone, ya know?" he pulled her to her feet, and the look of love in her eyes made him weak. Wiping a stray drop of semen from her cheek, he said, "I made a mess, Bec. How 'bout a shower?" He grinned at the statement on her face.

"Any excuse, Carter. But you owe me one and the shower is as good a place as any."

Turning toward the bathroom, she pulled her dress over her head and dropped it to the floor, where it was quickly joined by her bra and panties.

Nick stood motionless as she sauntered away, but as he heard the water being turned on in the shower, he quickly shed his tux shirt and joined her.

Stepping into the stall behind her, he watched, transfixed, as the water ran through her hair and cascaded down her back, her eyes closed. Her skin glistened as the warm water ran down her body to pool at her feet and Nick sighed. He reached for the vanilla scented body wash, poured a handful and began to lather her arms. The bubbles ran every which way as he used his long fingers to tuck into every crevice imaginable, the slick soap adding to the eroticism as he stroked her skin. Lovingly he touched her, cupping her full breasts in his hands as he spread suds over her aching nipples.

Becca moaned and leaned back against his chest as his hands moved lower, spanning her belly and gently massaging the tight muscles. Unerringly one hand moved between her thighs, his soapy fingers parting her folds to sink into the slick heat within. Two fingers plunged inside her velvet walls as his thumb pressed against her clit again and again.

He was rock hard, and as he pleasured her he pressed his erection against her backside, slipping back and forth in the warm, wet heat.

"Now, Nick," she groaned, "Inside me. Now."

As Becca braced her hands against the shower wall, Nick bent his knees, pressed forward and slid deeply inside her. The sensation was incredible. They fit together so perfectly and as she pulsed around him he began to move, slowly filling her and pulling completely out before sinking in again. The water beat a steady rhythm on their bodies in tandem with their movements and Becca cried out when Nick once again stroked her hidden bud.

He could feel her tighten around him and struggled to hold on.

"God, baby, you feel so good." He licked her back and she shivered in response. "Do it, Bec," he whispered, punctuating his words with deep thrusts that filled her completely. He could feel her entire body tense as if she would fly apart any second. "Do it now, baby. Please-" He felt himself spinning out of control and as he came he sank his teeth into her shoulder.

His throaty pleas, the feel of him buried deeply inside her and finally, his teeth against her flesh, shattered her control and Becca gave in. Screaming his name she came, her body convulsing around his and milking every last drop from him. Neither could breathe as the cooling water ran off their bodies and they held to each other in the aftermath.

They rinsed away the traces of their lovemaking, gently toweled each other dry and returned to the bedroom only to emerge late in the day as the cleaning crew began to arrive.

The sun was setting off Mallory Square as they strolled hand in hand perusing the street vendors. Miraculously, the fans did not bother them as they stole a last quiet evening away from the spotlight. Tomorrow they would return to Orlando and real life, but tonight was theirs

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