The Beginning

Tess

Nicky leaned against the headboard. A vision of nothing but hulking muscles, sweat and tattoos. His eyes were dark, lustful. His lips parted the same way they had while he watched his fingers delve inside me.

Nicky's sexual prowess never felt intimidating, but the way he derived his sexual gratification was another story.

I could stand the fact that he'd watch while he licked me or touched me. I wanted to cover myself when his eyes skated over my breasts, my stomach. I questioned how I truly looked when he pulled my shirt over my head. Quick to cover myself, nowhere near as sturdy as him, I trembled while Nicky took in the raw version of me.

Now I knew how he felt when I stared at his bare chest. Though, he seemed to revel in it, where I squirmed.

"Come here." He beckoned me.

I lifted a leg to slide into his lap. In his hands, I felt delicate. Something that didn't come naturally to all five feet nine inches of me.

I sat back on his knees. My mouth was intent on giving back exactly what I was given.

Nicky took the back of my head by a fistful of hair. "Don't do that."

I sat up, lifting a brow in confusion.

"I don't like it." He explained with a twinge of irritation. "Don't do it."

"You don't like it?" My tone was skeptical. "I'm sorry, I don't mean—"

Nicky's arm wrapped my ribcage and pulled me close. The length of him was thick and pulsing against my lower belly. "Fuck me." Words I had used in a demanding tone were uttered back to me with a raspy whisper.

My skin smoldered and he managed to add a few more degrees.

I rose enough to accommodate him. I'd like to say that I was patient, inching my way to the end. But I remembered that delicious stretch, the way it felt deep in my belly. With each generous minute of well used foreplay, I was more than ready to take him.

His free hand found my waist, the other stayed tangled in my hair. He took a sharp breath through his teeth. His hips lifted as far as mine would allow. Pale green eyes searched mine.

"You drive me fucking crazy, Tess Bowen."

His growl combined with brush of his breath on my flesh, I pulsed around his cock. One hand over his heart and the other over the muscle that bunched in his neck, I found a comfortable rhythm.

Nicky's Adam's apple bobbed in his throat before he wetted his lips. His hand released my hip as his pelvis found mine. "I love the way you taste." His middle finger rose to his mouth, then snuck between us.

I didn't realize that I was quiet until he touched me. A gasp caught in the back of my throat. My fingers tightened, nails digging for greater purchase. Leaning in close enough to kiss him, I brushed my nose against his and requested, "Will you fuck me harder?"

Nicky's hand dropped from my skull to the middle of my back for support. His mouth closed over my nipple. To my displeasure he released it quickly.

My hand slid further up his neck to urge him back into place.

He did as I asked but chuckled wryly. The pad of his middle finger paced up against me. My thighs tensed and the world went quiet. Beyond everything, Nicky whispered, "Come for me. I want to see you."

Tension built inside me. Orgasm impending, I managed to squeak, "I'm close." My teeth sank into my lip at my natural reaction to hold it. Remembering Nicky's need, I cried out in a strangled whimper. As strong as the first, my body stuttered and trembled. "Thank you." I lowered my head to leave a kiss in the corner of his mouth.