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Nick just looks amused. “I have methods of my own, little mouse. He could prove useful with access to government records without any trace of me checking them. And I know enough to know he’s not blowing smoke up my ass completely. He has his own reasons, I’m sure, but there’s at least partial truth in what he says.”
“And it really matters?” I chew my lip uncertainly. I still don’t like it. Nothing wrong with a basic DNA test for fun, but when strangers show up and start talking about government labs, that’s a little different from learning that great-aunt Bessie wasn’t as French as she claimed.
“Have you thought about the natural consequences of us being together? Truly together?” Nick leaves his chopsticks hanging in midair while waiting for my answer.
I start to respond with a question, but then I get what he’s saying. Naturally I blush. He means a baby. In me. That he puts there. Of course I know how sex works, I’m not an idiot. I understand how contraception works too, but with the primal need I feel for Nick, those measures might not be as effective as advertised. I swallow hard because all of a sudden I crave his baby worse than anything. “I want that,” I say quietly when I’m able to speak again. I’m filled with hope, not at that thought of a child, but because Nick is talking about the long-term. Past the initial six weeks of our bizarre agreement.
Nick smiles slightly. “It might not even be in the cards, but I won’t take the risk without answers. There were whispers I remember overhearing as a young child. Experiments. I’ve no reason to think I’m anything out of the ordinary, but I can’t rule it out either. I’ve no idea who my parents are or what might run in my family.”
I nod sharply. Okay, I can kind of see his reasoning, but my gut still says this is a bad idea.
When dinner’s over, I toss the empty cartons in the trash and leave the dirty dishes in the sink. It’s more important to bring Nick out to the covered porch in the back. In about twenty minutes, the fireflies will start up and I want him seeing my own personal fireworks well in advance.
10
“What’s this about, Miss Mouse?” Nick inquires as I push him gently onto the porch glider. I love this porch. It’s completely screened so no bugs bother me when I come out here to look at the stars. Stars that you can’t even get a glimpse of in New York.
“This is what Javier interrupted before it could start earlier. And it’s also your last chance to tell me what to do. Otherwise, I’m going to experiment.”
I kneel between his legs and reach for his zipper, and slowly pull it down. “Oh, and it’s Mrs. Mouse to you, Mr. Savage.” I grin up at him cheekily, but he’s simply staring down, bemused. Huh. Guess I’m on my own then.
Once I have his cock free of his briefs, it’s obvious that it likes my attentions. Every light stroke has it rising and thickening a little more. Nick doesn’t say a word, but he shifts restlessly a few times on the seat. I tentatively reach out my tongue when a small pearl of liquid beads on the tip. He tastes salty and somehow, just as he ought. I don’t know if it was my lick or the hum of satisfaction, but Nick sets the glider in motion. If I hold perfectly still, his cock slides in and out of my mouth.
I lean in. Nick utters a guttural groan. Smiling around his width, I try to take more than the few inches I’ve managed so far. This time I suction my lips and use my fingers to make sure the rest of his length feels appreciated. All of Nick stiffens and I sense him trying to move away, but I hang on tight, bracing my hands on his knees. I raise my eyes to glare at him in warning. I want this. I want him. Nick erupts with a groan, “Candace!”
I swallow, but not fast enough. Nick pulls out of my mouth immediately and cum goes everywhere. In me, on me. He pulls me up onto his lap, muttering something I can’t understand, and then sinks his face into my neck while his body shakes with release. I pat his shoulders and back where I can reach.
When I notice the tenseness fade from his muscles, I ask his shoulder, “So clearly I need more practice. Do you want to give me pointers now or later?”
I feel the rumble of laughter before I hear it. “No pointers. You improve on that, you might kill me.”
Pulling my head back far enough to see his face, I search it. He appears to be telling the truth. “Really?” I ask skeptically.
He leans down to claim my mouth. “Really, little mouse. You are absolute perfection.”
I highly doubt that, but it’s nice to hear. I turn on his lap so we can both watch the fireflies, just starting to pop and dazzle in the yard and field beyond the house.
“Magic, isn’t it?” I query with satisfaction.
Nick sucks lightly on the curve of my neck, making my toes curl. “Beyond imagining,” he responds softly.
We sit there quietly, an occasional soft touch here and there until the insects call it a night. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” Nick says as he lifts me off his lap.
I pout into the darkness of the porch. I was enjoying feeling like a wanton woman who knows how to pleasure a man. But let’s face it, one practice blow job does not a wild woman make, and I am a bit sticky.
“Fine,” I agree with an eye roll and let Nick pull me into the house.
Instead of sending me into the shower, he draws a tepid bath, just warm enough not to feel cold but not hot enough to overheat and then tenderly cleans my skin. By the time he’s rinsing off the soap, I’m trembling with need. When he lifts me out, I sort of flow into him, despite him still being dressed. “Nick? Just one more?”
“Insatiable little thing,” he rumbles with amusement. “Go get into bed.”
That wasn’t exactly an answer, but I guess it’s not a no either. So I head into the bedroom and pull back the cool cotton sheet while he does whatever he does before bed. When the bed dips with his weight, I can feel his cock jutting forward proudly. I give it a lingering caress. “Are you sure we can’t…”
Nick’s sigh is tortured. “I’m sure. Here, turn on your side.” He directs me facing away from him. I pout because it’s my least favorite direction as I can’t kiss him or reach very far to touch him. Probably why he seems to prefer it….
But this time he gently lifts my thigh and I feel his hot heavy cock slide between my legs. It’s not what I had in mind, but better than I expected. And my pussy is thrilled, letting down welcoming wetness that has me sliding against him. Instinctively, I clench my thighs and feel Nick pulse and throb between them.
He reaches around my hip and finds my clit. His aim is unerring and as his lips find the side of my neck, I explode into a thousand pieces. I shudder with release, locked tight in his arms while his cock prods my inner thighs and ultimately comes to rest against my now swollen and sensitive bud. It sets me off again with a desperate, yearning need to turn and take Nick into me. But his arms and legs wrapped around me make that impossible, so the waves of sensation transfer from me to him. Soon he’s rocking against me, pulsing cum pooling against my lower abdomen. “So much for cleaning you up,” he chuckles wryly. The air is musky with sex and I breathe it in, deep into my lungs. I need this, the rawness of it. The real Nick, not the polished executive. Finally, he lets me rotate against his chest.
