Page 51 of Even If the Sky is Falling
Nick quickly undressed, tossing his clothes to the floor as he went. When he was completely naked, he slowly crawled up the bed to meet her. Giving Shea enough time to admire how the taut muscles of his chest and arms flexed as he moved. The dim light of their setting cast shadows along the strong ridges of his belly. As her eyes drifted lower to the deep V at his hips, pointing directly to a long and thick erection, she fought to keep from trembling. The anticipation of riding him overwhelmed her too much, and pulled her right out of their game.
“Okay, I think I’m ready to fuck,” she said, unhooking her bra and yanking the straps down.
Her declaration didn’t slow his steady crawl toward her. “Are you sure?” he asked, chuckling. “You don’t have anything else in your character file?”
Shea shoved her panties to her ankles and kicked them to the floor. “We’re helping the Russians develop a bomb and our intended target is Kansas City.”
Nick took her by the back of the neck and pulled her into a crushing kiss, groaning against her mouth. “Jesus, that’s oddly specific.”
“It’s the first city I could think of,” she murmured as he pressed her against the headboard. His hands traveled all over her body, hoisting her thigh around his waist and squeezing her ass.
“We’d just destroy Cuba,” he said, grinding his hips against her.
Shea hissed from the pleasure of his dick sliding along the seam of her pussy. If she angled her hips just right, he could—oh god, there it was... Her clit sang in delight as she rubbed against his veined shaft. “Mutually assured destruction,” she gasped.
Nick continued thrusting while palming her breast, squeezing and stroking her stiff nipple. “God, Shea, you’re about to become my destruction.”
“I want you inside me right now,” she begged.
He pulled her away from the headboard and settled her onto his lap. It had been a while since she’d had sex in this position, but she was relieved that she’d been in control of how fast and deep Nick could penetrate. “How long have you been wanting to ride this dick?” he asked with a smirk.
“Longer than I’d like to admit,” she said, taking him in her fist.
He drew a shallow breath and closed his eyes while she stroked the length of him, teasing a restless groan from deep within his chest. “Shea...”
She’d put him out of his misery soon enough.
Raising herself above Nick, she sank onto him. The intrusion nearly unraveled her. Even a drenched pussy needed easing, and Shea was not in a hurry. Every inch she lowered herself on, stretched and rubbed the right spot, sending electric spirals of bliss throughout her body. Once she made it safely to the hilt, she felt Nick twitch inside of her, and rested her forehead against his.
“You feel like a dream,” he whispered, hooking a strong arm around her back. The movement pressed her breasts into his muscular chest and shifted her hips to take him even deeper. Shea almost came when he licked the tip of his thumb and applied it directly to her already wet clit. The small circles he rubbed pulled a ragged breath from her chest as she kissed his collarbone and up his neck.
Eventually, Shea rocked her hips and slid along his hardness. The sensations of his hands, lips and dick made her close her eyes and drift into a beautiful rhythm of up and down. She bounced on him until her thighs burned and her orgasm teetered on the edge. Shea reveled in his tight embrace, his firm thighs beneath hers...his dark brown eyes boring into hers as he thrust to meet her. He held her gaze even as his lips found her nipple. His tongue thrashed the sensitive bud until she shuddered.
“I don’t know—” she panted through the joyride on his lap “—how long I can last.”
“I’ve got you, baby,” Nick said, pushing her to her back.
When her head hit the pillows, she let out a content sigh. “Thank you.”
“I’ve got you,” he said, holding her knees apart, “and this pussy.”
She believed him. If ever there was a guy who would take care in pleasing her and her pussy, it was Nick. Shea felt desired and safe in his hands. His long strokes were steady, not erratic. While he loomed over her, he took his time and caressed every part of her, one hand planted beside her head while the other traversed a slow path from her neck down to her hip.
“Do that thing again,” she breathed.
He must have understood what she meant immediately because he licked his thumb again and pressed it to her throbbing clit.
“Yes,” she cried. “You fucking get it!”
Nick chuckled above her, still stroking her vagina lovingly. “I’m a photographer,” he said, leaning down to kiss her shoulder. His full lips traveled toward her collarbone so he could lick the hollow of her thrumming pulse. “I know how to watch and learn.”
She barely heard him over her own gasps and moans. His every thrust was a new shock to her system, pushing her closer to her own explosive release. She tried to grab at the edge before being shoved over the cliff, but Nick’s insistent tempo made it difficult to catch her breath, much less her orgasm. Shea hooked her ankles behind his back and met each thrust. “Yes, right there...”
She trailed off, once the pressure of an expanding universe felt like it bloomed within her womb, sending infinite gyres of pleasure throughout her body. She cried out and arched away from the bed, eyes squeezed shut and head thrashing about. Shea cried his name in a reverent prayer knowing that no one could hear her beneath the ground, in a concrete bunker. She had the freedom to unravel and come as loud as she wanted.
While she breathed through her lusty haze, Nick picked up speed, chasing his own pleasure in a series of short staccato thrusts. She opened her eyes and watched him assail her body with his passionate strength. The beautiful gleam of his sweat-soaked skin, his flared nostrils and corded muscles mesmerized her. This was not the mild-mannered man who stood behind the counter of The Page Turner bookstore. Nick was a man possessed by hunger. With her legs wrapped around his waist, she met the rapid rise and sink of his hips as best as she could. She held on to his thighs, following him toward his own powerful release.
He buried his face into her shoulder and he growled his surrender against her ear. The rumbling moan was like another welcomed vibration traveling through Shea’s body. “I’m a lucky man.” He sighed, settling his dead weight against her.
