Page 89 of My Heart To Heal

‘Is that your throbbing member I can feel?’

They Are NotJust Boobs

Missy

‘You’re an idiot.’ Helaughs as he kisses me again, deeply, intensely, and oh yeah, there is definite throbbing from both of us.

‘Take me to bed,’ I instruct breathlessly against his kiss, and he stands, effortlessly lifting me with him and carrying me inside the cabin and to the bedroom.

We collapse to the bed, and I pull frantically at his shirt. Pushing back, Nick stands, removing his shirt, and I release a small whimper at the sight of him. Mine,thisman, is allmine.

I move to stand in front of him, and he lowers to bring his mouth to mine again as we both push at the waistbands of our bottoms. His sweatpants and my shorts drop to the floor, and he reaches down to pick me up, wrapping my legs against his waist and lowering us to the bed once more.

Needy moans escape me as his hand palms my breast through the cotton of my shirt, his mouth trails kisses along my jaw, down my neck and throat, and his dick, which I have missed so goddam much, slides through my wetness, brushing my clit with torturous strokes.

‘I want to do so much with you right now. I don’t even know where to start.’ The need in his voice sets me on fire.

I smile as he lifts up, holding his body above mine as his fingers trail down my body.

‘I do.’

Pushing gently on his shoulder until he lifts off me and sits back on the bed, I move to my knees and grip the hem of my shirt.

‘Miss, you don’t have to.’ His hands cover mine, and I release a deep inhale.

‘I do. I’m not hiding anymore.’

Nick pulls his hands back, and without another moment to consider it, I pull the shirt over my head and toss it to the ground.

My eyes search for his, but they are firmly fixed on my chest, his lips parted a little, and an expression of wonder on his gorgeous face. I laugh, then move forward and straddle his lap.

‘They’re just boobs,’ I sass as his hands move automatically up my thighs to my hips, and his dick twitches beneath me.

‘No,theyare not just boobs.’ Feeling bold, I place my hands on his and raise them up until he’s cupping me, massaging me, his thumbs skimming across my nipples. ‘Good God.’ He moans, and I smile as my head falls back, my eyes closing at sensations I have never felt. Nobody ever paid this kind of attention to them before.

My hips roll involuntarily, and I feel him move. My attention returns to him in time to watch him close his lips around one nipple, sucking and licking gently while his thumb and fingers tease the other, andoh, my god, I’m going to come.

A rush of heat washes over me, and my body reacts. I know he knows. He glances up to meet my gaze and gifts me a smirk before switching sides, this time a little rougher, adding in some teeth to scratch and gently nip while his fingers pinch, twist, and pull, and ‘Goddd.’ The drawn-out moan surprises me, and I roll my hips to seek some friction, some pressure, finding it from the hard length beneath me.

‘Nick,’ his name is a breath on my lips, and as his tongue flutters across the tight bud between his lips, I fall apart.

‘I told you they are not just boobs,’ he says, amusement lacing his words as I come back into focus and see him smugly collapsed back against the pillows.

‘You and that mouth.’ Shaking my head, I scratch my nails down the hard ridges of his body, and he shivers until I reach between us and wrap my hand around his dick, and he hisses. ‘I should sit on it just to shut you up.’

I cock one eyebrow at him as I slowly stroke him. His lips part, and his tongue darts out to wet them. He grips my hips and tries to move me forward and pull me up toward his face, and I laugh.

‘As much as that sounds pretty perfect, I need to feel you inside me.’

Without a word, he grips me and rolls us, my back to the mattress as he settles between my thighs and gazes down into my eyes.

‘I love you.’ he breathes, the head of his dick nudging against me, begging for entry. I roll my hips and take in the tip, and he pulls back. ‘Condom?’

I shake my head. ‘I don’t want anything between us.’

Pushing in a little, he watches me for any sign of regret, any hesitation, but he doesn’t find it. He’ll never find it.

‘I love you,’ I gasp as I reach up to pull his mouth to mine once more, and he drives forward, pushing into me, filling me, and swallowing my gasps and moans.

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