Fallen Angel (Smut Parts}

Sex With Nick

This takes place in Chapter 13 when Jean agrees to stay the night with Nick after they spend the day at a carnival.

Nick and Jean arrive at his house and he parks his car in the driveway.  He leads her into the house after he unlocks the front door.

He turns on a light and Jean looks around the modest-sized living room that they're standing in.  The room is rather bare with the only furniture being a light gray couch, a small wooden coffee table, and a TV.  Jean walks over to the couch and places her giant stuffed panda down on it.  She turns around as Nick walks up to her and places his hands on her hips.  Her emerald green eyes meet his stormy blue-grey ones and he leans in and covers her mouth with his.  His lips, soft and gentle, brush over hers, his tongue sliding between her parted lips to touch hers.

Holding her face between his hands, he ends the kiss.  Smiling down at her, he asks, "You know what I want to do right now?"

Feeling breathless and light-headed, Jean shakes her head.  "I can probably guess, but tell me anyway."

His smile broadens into a grin.  "I want to take you upstairs and take your clothes off piece by piece and make love to you as slowly and as sweetly as either of us can stand."

Jean trails her hand along Nick's gold-dusted jaw before giving him a quick kiss.  "Sounds wonderful."

Nick locks the door and then takes Jean's hand, leading her up the stairs and to the bedroom, stopping occasionally to take a piece of clothing off her.  By the time they reach the bedroom, Jean is stripped down to her lacy black bra and panties.  He takes a moment to look over her body; her breasts are well endowed with curvey, child-bearing hips.  He looks more closely and he can see scars scattered over her body, the worst of which seems to be the ones on her back, which run diagonally across her back and look almost like claw marks.  "Baby, your back."  He says while tracing the scars with his fingers.

"Unfortunately, scars are part of the whole hunter package," she tells him.

He wraps his arms around her, turns her around to face him, and pulls her up against him, "God, you feel so good against me."

Since his wife's death almost two years ago, Nick hasn't been able to bring himself to make love to another woman, but that's about to change.  Nick leads Jean over to the bed, a queen-size four poster, and has her sit down on the edge.  He goes down on his knees and places himself between her legs.  He begins to press savoring kisses along her inner thighs.  Jean leans back and braces herself with the palms of her hands, letting the heat of the man and the moment wash over her like a warm, sexy wave.

Suddenly, Jean let's out a giggle and Nick looks up at her, questioningly.  "Sorry," she says, "but your 5 o'clock shadow tickles slightly."

Nick grimaces while running a hand over his gold-dusted jaw, "I guess I should have shaved."

She shakes her head, "You're perfect.  I wouldn't change a thing."

He kisses the inside of each of her smooth thighs, then slides her lace panties off, tossing them over his shoulder, and spreading her lower lips between his fingers.  Dewy wetness coats her nether lips, her rose-petal-pink clitoris standing out from its hood as if begging for his tongue's attention.