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"Please," I respond, relieved that he understands.
His lips press against my back as he unbuttons each button on the gown.
"What are you doing, Nick?" I ask, feeling breathless from his touch.
"Helping," he growls against my skin.
His hand moves around and possessively cups my pussy, sending tingles all over my body.
“Nick, I really need to change,” I remind him.
“Yeah,” he replies, stepping back.
After my shower, I moisturize my skin, then slip into a comfortable nightie, grateful for the cool fabric against my scarred skin. Taking a deep breath, I exit the master bathroom and see Nick sitting on the edge of the bed in a sliver of light from the walk-in closet. Worry lines crease his face; my melt down at the dock must have left him on edge.
I step between his widened legs.
Instead of touching me, he gives me an order, “Undress me.”
His lustful green eyes rake over my face as I unfasten his bow tie and let it fall to the floor from my fingertips.
There’s an intense silence between us. Nick appears to want to pick up where we left off years ago. I don’t know if I can. His fists curl on his thighs. He’s trying to restrain himself from touching me.
As I undo the buttons on his shirt, my eyes widen at the sight of his hairy chest. My mouth waters as I remember how much I enjoy kissing every inch of his body. With a quick movement, I push his suit jacket and crisp white dress shirt down his muscular arms before tossing them aside. Dropping down to my knees, I unfasten his slacks and slide them down, along with his navy boxers, freeing his hard cock. I can't resist taking a quick glance at it before quickly removing his shoes and socks.
I meet his gaze as I yank his slacks and boxers the rest of the way down his legs.
His muscled body carved of stone is on full display. I wrap my hands around the base of his dick and glide my tongue over the tip.
“Kinsley,” he groans.
Nick pulls me up from my kneeling position and presses his lips against my stomach. I suck in a sharp breath; can he feel the scar there?
His hands cup my ass.
I panic. “Would you like me to ride you?”
He stands towering over me.
His huge hands cup my face. Everything is rock hard between us.
“Fuck this,” he breathes before crushing my lips. I inhale him. The scent of his addictive cologne helps to pull me further under his spell.
Nick effortlessly lifts me up and carries me to a nearby wall, then sets me on my feet. He kneels in front of me and locks his gaze with mine. "Remember, I know how to make you relax," he reminds me.
I try to catch my breath. “Nick...”
He leans my body against the wall and positions my legs over his shoulders. "Mrs. Pitucco, I want to hear you scream my fucking name."
My fingers tangle in his hair as he slides his tongue between my folds. "Oh god," I moan.
“That’s not my name,” he chuckles.
With a swift slap on my ass cheek, he commands, "Say my name, wife."
The thrill of being commanded ignites a fire within me. My heart races in my chest. Nick’s tongue slips inside my pussy.
Shit, it's been so long since I've been truly satisfied.
