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Nicole
The next morning,I woke again to a cold bed.
The slow burn of sitting across from Josh at dinner last night as his eyes consumed me had been almost too much to bear. By the time we got back and reached my bedroom, I was all over him like a cat in heat. I’d wanted another night like our first, fast and furious.
But he’d promised our second night would be slow and sensual—and it was. The tingles between my thighs still hadn’t abated. The dark circles under my eyes from lack of sleep would require serious makeup this morning. If that was the price for the night we’d had, I’d pay it willingly.
But, an empty bed in the morning didn’t cut it.
Josh had gotten up without waking me, and this had to stop.
After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I grabbed my robe and headed downstairs. I found him in the kitchen at the toaster.
“What the hell is going on?” I demanded.
He spun around, brows creased.
“I went to bed with a man last night, and I woke up alone. Again.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t want to wake you.”
“Nice thought, but your execution sucks.”
“I was pretty sure I didn’t wake you.”
“That’s the problem. If I can’t wake up next to you, I don’t want you in my bed.”
He laughed. “Seriously? I was being nice.”
I dropped the robe to the floor. “In the morning, I don’t want nice. I want to wake up next to you.”
His eyes narrowed, and the predator shone through. “Not nice can be arranged.” He reached me in three strides and slung me over his shoulder.
I shrieked, but it didn’t change anything.
He mounted the stairs like I was nothing. “You want not nice? That’s what you’re going to get.”
I held back a giggle and slapped his back. “Leaving a woman alone in bed is rude.”
He flung me down on the mattress, spread my legs, and had his face planted over my pussy in seconds.
As his hands fondled my breasts and his tongue worked its magic on my lady bits, the heat in my core grew quickly. Each pinch of my nipples, every swirl of his tongue over my clit sent me higher at a pace I’d never experienced. The king of the jungle was loose, and I was at his mercy.
I trembled at his every movement. I couldn’t hear anything but the blood rushing in my ears. I arched into him for more pressure and tugged at his hair to hold on. His tongue flicked and circled and brushed over my clit with increasing pressure. It rubbed and teased in a dance that took my breath away.
An explosion wracked my core, and I couldn’t help it. I pulled his hair, forcing him further into me as the tremors rattled through my body. As the spasms slowed, my legs and arms weakened from the exertion.
He pulled his mouth away as he climbed up for a kiss—our kiss, with a taste of me and taste of him, the kiss of us.
The aftershocks of my orgasm gently faded away, and my muscles began to gain function again. I pulled myself to him and moved to grab his cock, but he pulled my hands over my head instead.
I knew it was useless to object, and I didn’t really have any objections.
“My God, you’re gorgeous, Nickels.” He moved in and kissed my neck.
The weight of his stiff thickness lay against my thigh. He moved higher, placing the tip just above my mound. He ground forward and back, his heavy cock rubbing against my clit.
Each of his movements forced a sharp inhale from me. I wanted him to move lower and bury himself in me, but I didn’t get my wish.
