Page 29 of My Heart To Heal

We’re both breathing hard as he steps back, and I look down to see the outline of his dick under the soft fabric of his scrub pants. Oh, I wantthat.

‘Missy,’ my name comes out on an exhale.

‘Shut up.’ I inhale slowly to steady my breath and gather my thoughts. ‘You want me, you show me some damn respect.’ He nods. ‘You earn it.’ He steps a little closer, and I stand as tall as my barefoot five-foot-five stature will let me. ‘On your knees.’

Never Want To Turn Back

Missy

It takes him amoment, just a breath really, to assess how to proceed before he smirks and then lowers to his knees in front of me.

‘You want me on my knees, Missy. Here I am.’

He holds his hands out to the sides as I gaze down at him, my arousal already soaking into the cotton of my boxers. It’s like a curtain came down or lifted, and he’s suddenly a different man — one who looks at me like he wants to devour me, so I’m going to let him do just that.

‘Closer.’ I breathe the word, and he moves forward on his knees.

‘You have me where you want me — what now?’

Say it, Missy. You can say it. You’re in control.

‘Make me come, Nick.’

He releases a low groan that threatens to buckle my knees as he moves even closer and reaches his hands up undermy shirt to the waistband of my boxers.

‘Tell me these never belonged to a man.’ He smirks up at me, and I arch an eyebrow.

‘You’re doing a lot of talking for a man who has work to do.’

With a laugh, he pulls my boxers down my legs and taps my ankles for me to step out of them, then kisses his way up my thigh, making me suck in a breath.

He pushes forward, inhaling deeply. ‘Fuck, you smell good.’

I lean my head back against the wall, trembling with nerves and anticipation until he runs his thumbs up, opening me up for him and spreading my wetness. I gasp as he runs the tip of his tongue along the crease of my leg, then lifts it up onto his shoulder and lowers his head, wasting no time running the flat of his tongue over my wet pussy. I moan loudly at the contact.

‘Mmm.’ He groans against me as he eats me like his survival depends on it, and my knees start to buckle. Nick presses his body against my legs and pins my hips to the wall with one of his large hands.

I’ve never felt anything like this. I’ve never held any control when it comes to sex. I’ve never had a man eat my pussy like it’s his death row last meal —my heart races at the reality. Nick is on his knees, for me, because I told him to be.

Dammit.Focus, Miss.

He kisses and sucks gently on the hood of my clit, and my whole body trembles with a desire I’ve never felt. Without meaning to, I bring a hand to his head, pushing my fingers into his silky dark hair as I shamelessly press down, riding his tongue, desperate for the release I feel building quickly.

‘Nick, fuck,’ I pant, knowing I’m going to come and could quite possibly smother him with the grip on the back of his head that I seem incapable of releasing, but he doesn’t stop, doesn’t slow.

I hold his gaze as he works my clit with his tongue and pushes two thick fingers into me, and I can’t hold on. The intensity of his stare, the sensation of his fingers working me inside and his tongue working me outside, sends me spiraling.

‘Don't stop,’ I gasp breathlessly. ‘Oh,god, don’t…’

My back arches away from the wall, pushing me further onto his mouth, and I’m vaguely aware of him holding me up as pleasure like I’ve never known hits me in waves that roll me and refuse to let me up for air.

My heart races as my chest rises and falls, and my eyes refuse to open. When they do, I find him standing in front of me, and his hungry stare holdsme captive before I fully come back to my senses and push away from the wall.

‘Goodnight, Nick.’

Inside my apartment I lean against door and bring my hand to my chest, and as I hear him laugh before his door closes, I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face.

This could be fun.

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