Part 599
“Back?” she asked.
“Home, Bec. Right here where you belong. With me.”
Sighing, Becca stroked his back with her fingertips. “Nick, I-”
“No more talk.” Nick once again brushed her lips with his own, smiling as he felt her relax beneath him. “Just forget about everything else, Becca. There’s no one else here tonight. Just you and me.” Nick brushed her hair back, letting the strands tangle on his fingers and trying to ignore the tears that welled up in her eyes. “We’ve waited so long for this, and I’ll be damned if I let anything or anyone mess it up.”
A sudden gust of wind rattled the windows, and sheets of rain streamed down the glass. “Yuck,” Becca mumbled, glancing over at the window, but then back at Nick. “It’s a good thing I have you to keep me warm tonight,” she said, her eyes crinkling at the corners.
“Then it’s a good thing that’s what I had planned,” he answered with a grin of his own. Sitting up, he pulled Becca with him and the waves of firelight danced and reflected off the red silk that she wore. With his index finger, he traced the neckline of the fabric from one shoulder, down in between her breasts and back up the other shoulder. He could see the faint outline of her nipples as they puckered beneath the silk and his mouth watered, remembering how they felt against his tongue. The heat from the fire was warm, and he knew that when she shivered it wasn’t from the cold.
Becca sat silently and watched as he concentrated on her, and her own mouth watered. The dark green silk of his own top hung open, and tantalizing glimpses of his skin could be seen as he moved. Her hands clenched on the pillows at her side as she fought for restraint. She wanted to touch him. She needed …
“What, baby?” Nick asked, stilling his hand. “What do you need?”
She must have spoken aloud. “I need to touch you, Nick. I need you.” She looked up, and their eyes locked.
“Then do it,” he said, leaning back on his hands.
Rising up on her knees, Becca sighed and moved closer, laying her hands on his chest. His stomach muscles twitched and she smiled, loving the warmth beneath her fingers. Beneath the silky fabric, she slowly inched her fingers over the smooth skin, scraping his nipples with her fingernails. His eyes had darkened, he bit his bottom lip, and she marveled at his restraint. Her fingers wove intricate patterns on his skin, leaving no centimeter untouched as she stroked him.
Nick sighed and closed his eyes, tilting his head back as Becca pressed her hands against him. What he wanted to do right now wasn’t an option. Well, it was an option, but he’d been waiting too damn long for this night to screw it up by throwing his wife to the floor and just-
“Nick?”
Jolted out of his reverie, he focused on Becca’s eyes which were suddenly right there, a breath away from his. “Sorry,” he grinned, embarrassed to have been caught daydreaming.
“What were you thinking?” she said with a knowing smile, pushing the silky fabric off his shoulders.
“The same thing-” Nick caught his breath as Becca leaned down and pressed a moist kiss in the very center of his chest. “God, Bec,” he said in a strangled whisper, “the same thing I’ve been … geezus … thinking about for weeks.”
“Mmm hmm,” she agreed, moving the silky material aside even more and touching a soft kiss to his right nipple. When he moaned in response, she flicked her tongue against the tiny peak and then drew it into her mouth, sucking gently. As she made her way across to its twin, Nick’s arms collapsed beneath him, sending them both tumbling to the floor. They landed with a thud, and before Becca could even laugh at the situation she found herself pulled atop Nick, her hair wrapped around his fingers as his eyes burned brightly into her own.
They lay perfectly still, and perfectly silent, savoring the moment. The only sound in the room save their labored breathing was the crackling of the logs in the fireplace and the raindrops pelting the glass in the windows. Nick tried to speak, opened his mouth to do so, and then closed it, forcing back the lump in his throat.
“Talk to me, Nick,” Becca encouraged quietly.
“I just… I’ve waited so long for this. For you. And I want to do it right.” Nick sighed, pulling her head down to rest atop his pounding heart. He drew circles on her back with his fingertips and tried to will away the heavy hardness between his legs. Damnit, he wanted this to last, not to be over with in a flash like some horny teenager in the backseat of his dad’s car.
Becca reached up and touched her thumb to his lips, smiling as he kissed the tip. “Nick, there’s no wrong or right. It’s you and me, just like always, and that will never be ‘wrong’. I need the same thing you need, Nick. It’s been just as long for me as it has you.”
“I’m afraid I’ll hurt you. I don’t ever-”
“I’ll tell you, okay?” Becca sat up, looking down at Nick. His face was etched with concern, and the love in his eyes made her ache. “Sit up.”
Nick did, and she beckoned him with her index finger to come closer. When he rose to his knees, she cupped his face in her hands, ran her hands down his neck and beneath the collar of his silk top. With one smooth motion, she pushed it over his shoulders and off, leaving him clad in nothing but the emerald green silk lounging pants, which left absolutely nothing to the imagination. Her eyes moved from his face to his smooth chest, from his chest to his hips. The tied waistline rested low on his hips and her breath caught as her eyes followed the soft indentation of his belly button to the line of silky blonde hair below it, which led to the firm ridge of his erection, outlined beautifully beneath the soft fabric. There was no force in the world that could prevent her from reaching out to touch it, and as her fingertips ran its length, it swelled. In a primal, autonomic response, her thighs were flooded with a rush of heated moisture as she herself swelled and bloomed in preparation for him.
Her fingers trembled, and Nick took her hands away, urging her to her feet. Kneeling before her, he reached beneath her top, his hands resting on her lower back as his thumbs pressed against her tense muscles. Luxuriating in the feel of the red silk, he ran his hands over her hips and thighs. Hearing her sigh, he looked up to find her lost to his ministrations, her eyes closed, her head tipped back, and her lips parted in a soft smile. Deft fingers untied the bow at her waist and in a heartbeat, her long pants lay in a pool at her feet. Soft glimpses of skin peeked out from beneath the edge of her long top, and this time when Nick touched her, his hands touched soft warm flesh.
Becca swayed as his hands cupped her bottom, and as he nuzzled beneath the lowest buttons she tangled her fingers in his hair for balance. His lips plied small kisses over the swell of her tummy and he murmured his delight. “You’re so soft, Bec.” Nipping at the slight remaining pudge, he then soothed it with his tongue. He began unbuttoning her top, starting with the lowest button, and as he did he sat back to look at what was revealed. In the six weeks since Garrett’s birth, Becca was amazingly almost back to ‘normal’. Her tummy was still soft and slightly rounded, but what concerned him most was her scar.
He reached out to touch it, but stopped short, keeping his fingers well above where the incision for her c-section had been.
“Nick?” Becca asked, looking down at the frown on her husband’s face.
“Does it hurt?” he wanted to know, never lifting his eyes, but continuing his appraisal.
“Not really,” she said shaking her head. “I get a twinge once in a while, but it’s mostly just fuzzy,” she answered, wrinkling her nose.
“Fuzzy?” he laughed, looking up and then kissing her hip.
“Mm hmm, tingly. Kind of numb.” She smiled and then gasped as his fingers ran lightly over the new growth of springy curls that dusted her lower abdomen. “That tickles,” she giggled.
Nick smiled slyly and then grinned. “Not for long.” Playtime was over. Cupping Becca’s mound in his warm hand, he slid his middle finger between her legs and through her slippery folds. Balancing better on his knees, he quickly wrapped his other arm around her before she toppled over. “Open up, babe.”
Becca whimpered as Nick nibbled on her thigh, but at the insistence of his questing hand, parted her legs. “Oh Jesus,” she cried out. The instant she moved, Nick buried one finger as deeply as he could, settling his thumb over the throbbing bud beneath her curls.
“Oh yeah,” he sighed. “So hot. My god, I’ve missed this.” He felt her trembling and looked up at her face with wonder. Her skin was flushed and damp, and the flickering light reflected off the beads of sweat on her face. He stroked her steadily, both inside and out and when she began to move her hips against his hand he added a second finger.
“Oh Nick,” she murmured. “No.”
“Don’t fight it Bec, let it happen.” He never slowed his pace, nor did he give more. He was relentless, in and out, around the tight bundle of nerves and then all over again. Every so often he’d twist his fingers against the front of her inner walls just to see the shudder that passed over her body and to hear the delightful sounds that emanated from her throat. Still moving his fingers, he began to talk her through it. “This is what you’ve missed, baby. Me and you, touching, lovin’ each other. It’s time, baby. Just relax and let me do this for you.”
Becca couldn’t answer. She was too far gone, too close. Stars gathered behind her eyes and she tensed.
“Baby, you’re so beautiful. Come on.” Faster, harder he pushed, and as he felt her slip past the wall of her resistance, he added a third finger and whispered “Do it now, Becca.”
“Ohgod!” she cried and flew apart, her body holding him captive as he held her upright. Her trembling slowed, and Nick pulled his hand away, standing up and wrapping her close. Their eyes met and he ran his index finger over her lower lip, knowing full well what she would do. As always, she sucked it into her mouth, momentarily forgetting where it had been. Her eyes widened in surprise at the taste of her own passion, and as she gasped, Nick kissed her. Their tongues tangled together, Becca’s unique flavor adding a heady sinfulness to their loving.
Nick groaned, seeking relief as he rocked his hips against hers and began to shake as Becca reached her hand in between them to grasp his silk-covered shaft. Her fingers wrapped deftly around him, sliding easily along the thin fabric covering. When she felt the silk dampen beneath her fingers, she quickly untied the string at his waist and pushed the pants over his hips and off. His erection hung heavy between their bodies and brushed against her belly as she took a step closer. No longer encumbered, she once again grasped him in her hand and began the familiar motions.
Mumbling her name, Nick arched into her hand, seeking relief. Becca looked down between them, fascinated at the sight of him fully aroused and completely at her mercy. She believed that she’d never seen him like this, ever. Whether it was just that she’d never observed so closely before or just that she was seeing him in a new light, she might never know for certain. But one thing was sure, he was beautiful. His face held a rapt look worthy of classic sculpture, his body was fit and … and the rest of him was perfect. Made just for her, and thus her dilemma. She wanted him. She needed him. And yet, the temptation to watch as she brought him to completion was almost overpowering. His cock pulsed in her hand, swelling thicker by the minute, and shiny drops of his essence had gathered at the tip. Reaching between his legs, his sac had gathered tightly against his groin, full with impending release and she fondled him gently.
“Becca, please,” he managed.
“It’s your turn. Let me do this for you,” she whispered, speeding her hand only a bit.
“Bec, I need … ohgod, baby … I need you.” Nick tried in vain to push her away. His only thought was the quickest way to get inside her. Dammit, he wanted-
“I love you, Nick. Do this for me. Please?” She held him tighter in her hand, his own leaking fluids aiding her movement and pushing him closer and closer. He was losing the battle and it was time for her to win the war. Becca stretched up on tiptoe, nibbled at his lip and whispered in his ear. “I want to watch you come. Come for me, Nick.” She tightened both hands simultaneously and he shattered, covering her hands, himself and adding a new dimension to the silk shirt she still wore. He came in endless streams, blindly holding onto her for support, and when he was spent, it was by sheer willpower that he remained standing.
His breathing was ragged and he looked down at the evidence of what he’d just done. Sheepishly, he looked at Becca who was debating what to do with her hands, and he chuckled. “Oops.”
Quickly lifting her face to his, she narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you ‘oops’ me, Nick. Holy god, that was the sexiest, most amazing thing I’ve ever seen.”
Nick blushed, reaching for a stray dinner napkin and wiping off her fingers. “I wanted-”
“I know what you wanted. And that’s next.” She smiled saucily up at him. “You ready for round two?”
Nick breathed deeply. “Ready? Am I ready? Baby, I’ve been ready for weeks,” he said with a smirk.
“Me too,” she replied, almost shyly. “Make love with me Nick. Please?”
Their eyes met and held, and Nick took her hands in his. “Where?” he whispered. “Upstairs?”
“No,” she shook her head. “Down here, by the fire. I’ve always wanted to make love by a fire.”
“Yeah?” he smiled. “Come on, then.” He pulled her closer to the fireplace, cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. Her head was tipped back and he plundered her mouth, nibbling at her swollen lips and sweeping his tongue inside. He sighed as Becca wrapped her arms around his back and her nails scraped his skin.