Part 600
They kissed until both needed air. Becca sighed as Nick pulled away, but the feel of his lips on her neck made her shiver in anticipation. He nibbled at the skin beneath her collar, and as he did he made quick work of the buttons on her top. He trailed his lips around her throat and his hands slipped beneath the fabric to cup her breasts. Gently he fondled them, their heavy weight resting perfectly in his hands.
“Feels so good,” she murmured. She wove her fingers into his hair and sighed when he brushed his thumbs over her nipples.
“You like that?”
“Yeah, feels wonderful.” Her eyes fluttered closed as she lost herself in the feel of her husband’s hands on her body. Her body felt the whisper of cool air as her top was pushed over her shoulders and off, where it landed in a soft heap on the floor. She felt Nick chuckle against her chest as he spread soft moist kisses on her skin. “What?” she asked, looking down as he bent his head in concentration.
“Just thinking,” he answered, and she could feel him smile.
“Thinking? Now?!” Becca lifted his face with her hands and the sparkle in his eyes just made her body tighten even more. “Thinking about what?”
Nick raised one eyebrow and smirked. “About how much better that top looks now, lyin’ down there on the floor.” And with that he took her breast in his mouth and further thought ceased. His warm tongue flicked against the nipple, and the soft milky taste of her skin caused him to harden almost painfully. He sucked gently, tugging lightly with his teeth and Becca’s fingers pulled on his hair as she cried out his name.
She moaned softly as he trailed his tongue over her heated skin, paying no less attention to her other breast, and she felt an answering throb between her thighs as he sucked her flesh into his mouth. If he kept this up she would likely come without him, and she’d waited too long for tonight to delay things any longer. “Now,” she whispered, and was a bit taken aback when he paid no attention. His teeth tugged on her nipple and she said, louder, “Now. Nick, now.”
Nick stopped, pulling back and looking up into Becca’s shining eyes. “Now?” he whispered, almost not willing to believe it was finally happening.
“Now,” she whispered. Brushing her thumb against his mouth, she leaned down, kissed him gently and lay down on the soft rug in front of the fire. His eyes never left her, and as he hesitated, she finally reached up a hand in invitation.
“Oh baby,” he said softly as he took her hand. She lay before him, her hair fanned out behind her head, her thighs parted in welcome, a hint of tears in her eyes. “I love you, Bec.”
“I love you too, Nick. It’s time, baby. Come on down here with me.” The fire crackled behind the grate, chilly rain pummeled the windows and they sighed in unison as Nick’s body covered hers. His weight was a welcome feeling that she had been too long without and as he rested atop her, she sighed. Her arms wrapped tightly around his back and she held him close. “Oh god, I’ve missed this,” she said shakily, unexpected tears falling from her eyes and into her hair. “I’ve missed this so much.”
Nick lifted away, kissed her tears and settled himself against her. His hardness nudged against her soft folds and her hips lifted of their own accord. He reached down to guide himself home, but paused just long enough to insure her readiness. He touched her slowly, his long fingers sliding against her slick heat and slipping easily within and he groaned as his cock swelled and twitched in eager anticipation. Grasping himself firmly, he looked down, carefully entering her, slowly sliding within the comfort he’d missed for so long. Fascinated, he watched himself disappear into her body, not pausing until he was as deep as he could possibly go. Catching he breath, he sighed and only then did he feel the trembling beneath him.
Nick looked up, and the ecstasy on Becca’s face nearly ended it all very prematurely. Her eyes were closed, and she was biting her lip in a futile attempt to keep from crying out. She had her fingers wrapped in the fur of the rug and for a split second Nick thought he’d hurt her. “Baby?”
From beneath hooded lids, Becca sighed. “Good, Nick. My god, it feels so good.” Her breath caught as he began to move, slowly pulling out of her and just as slowly sliding back in. She spread her legs even more, allowing him to thrust deeper than before. The head of his penis touched her cervix and she finally did cry out. This was better than anything she’d dreamed of and damn if it wasn’t about to end. Her skin tingled everywhere and she was seconds away from coming and damn it, she wasn’t ready for that yet. “Slower,” she said, trying to stave off the impending explosion.
‘Take it Bec, take this one.” Nick was holding back, and fortunately his first orgasm had taken the edge off enough that he could. “Higher, Bec, lift your legs.” He slipped his hands beneath her and tilted her hips up, so that she had to move her feet to hold on. Her ankles locked behind his back and he began to speed up, already feeling her tremors starting . The telltale signs were there and as she began to slip over the edge he ran his hands up her torso, cupping her breasts in his hands and tugging on her nipples until with one last, forceful thrust, she shattered.
Becca’s breathing was erratic, and had the world ended right then, she’d have died a happy woman. Finally she opened her eyes to find Nick laying beside her, combing his fingers through her hair, smiling softly.
“Hey,” he whispered as she closed her eyes in bliss. “I love to watch you. Damn baby, you have no idea.”
“Thank you,” she sighed, turning on her side and snuggling back against him. Her orgasm left her drowsy, but as her hips pressed back, she realized that not everyone was finished. In taking her own pleasure, she had been completely unaware that she’d been alone in her achievement. She tried to look over her shoulder, but Nick had his face buried in her hair, trying not to laugh. “Oh lord. Nick, I’m sorry.”
“Bec, don’t be,” he laughed. “Holy fuck, that was amazing.” He laughed again, but it was cut short as she reached behind her to grasp his still erect penis in her hand. She tugged gently, with a slight twist of her wrist and was rewarded by a healthy groan. “Poor baby, that must hurt.” She bit her lip to keep from giggling.
“Hurt? Are you nuts? Shit Becca,” he moaned. “Feels fucking wonderful.” He lay still as she worked him slowly, and he reached a hand between her legs and sought out the warm swollen flesh in which he’d been so recently encased. Her hand on him never stilled, but she whimpered and lifted one leg to make it easier for him to reach. They stroked each other for the longest time, until Nick began to lose control. With a sure, quick motion, he pulled away and rolled her to her knees. There was no more waiting.
Becca pillowed her head on her arms and groaned as Nick swiftly entered her once again, this time from behind. She couldn’t see him, she could only feel and listen as he took his pleasure, and she was aroused beyond belief. Nick’s hands were on her hips, and even as he thrust against her, he pulled her closer, pounding against her as he moved closer and closer to his climax. Swifter than before, she felt her body tense and knew that she would come again. “Nick,” she whimpered, almost in unbelief.
Nick watched his wife, and this was what true fantasy was made of. Her hair was spread out in a tangled mass, and she was before him, offering herself to him and-
“Bec, you gotta do it. Come with me, baby I can’t wait.” Nick’s hair was wet with sweat, and as he felt her body grasp him, he came, too. With a masculine roar he let go, pounding into her until there was nothing left, and finally draping himself over her back in completion. The effort was exhausting, and they spooned together by the fire, both drifting almost immediately into a sated, relaxed slumber.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning they awoke, gathered their things and climbed the stairs to the spare bedroom. Crawling beneath the soft down comforter, they made slow love once more before falling asleep in each other’s arms.