At his first touch, a wave of pure pleasure ran down Courtney's spine. The concern she heard in his voice and saw on his features almost did her in. But then she glanced away from his searching expression and looked down at the death grip his fingers seemed to have on her thigh. She was certainly fine, she was okay physically as he was asking, but the realization that the night before had brought a new direction to their relationship was a little mind-boggling.
It was true that she loved Nick and wanted to be with him, but why did she suddenly feel as if she'd never have a choice in the matter again? Did she even want one? As she nodded her head in answer to his question, she held an internal debate. Did it really matter that he was the type of man who'd take full control? She'd always known that would be the case, so why the flurry of emotions now? It hadn't ever seemed to matter to her before. In fact, she knew without a doubt that his character, his personality, were part of the reason she was so attracted to him in the first place. But now, faced with the aftermath of their lovemaking and the knowledge that this was happening to her now, knowing a decision needed to be made now, here in the present, was more than a little disconcerting.
But if she went to the heart of the matter, the truth was that she trusted him. She loved him beyond what she could have ever imagined, and she knew with a deep-seated belief that he not only loved her, but that he adored her and that he'd never hurt her. She'd always known it, deep inside, that Nick had been waiting for her to grow up, even when it had been a huge test of his control. She took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
She'd always be safe with him. Why worry about anything else? She felt her stomach muscles relax as an inner peace slid through her veins. Content, she looked back into his searching gaze and whispered, "I'm perfect."
His expression turned to one of satisfaction, and with an abrupt movement that startled her, he lifted her and pulled her over him until she straddled his hips. Her hands fell to his shoulders searching for stability as her heart began to race.
"Are you ready for your education to start?" he asked demonically as he lifted her t-shirt and tossed it to the floor.
As her bare breasts came into contact with his naked chest, her heart skipped a beat.
When she failed to answer him, his fingers went to the fastening of her shorts and with rapid movements, he began to strip the remainder of her clothes from her body. "I asked you a question, Miss Powell," he said in a sinister tone that conveyed only a hint of teasing beneath the steel.
As her bare skin emerged and his breathing became labored, an intoxicating feeling of feminine power rushed down Courtney's spine. Refusing to allow any hint of the shyness she was feeling to show, she tamped it down and allowed herself to only feel the desire that was quickly suffusing her blood. She pulled herself off his lap and slid to her knees between his thighs. How many times had she dreamed about doing this? She wasn't going to wait a second longer to experience it.
Her fingers went to the button and zipper of his jeans and as she began to tug, she looked up into dark brown eyes suddenly gone black with lust. "Yes, sir," she whispered. "Whatever you say, sir," she quipped as she slid his zipper down.
She felt the hiss of his inhalation, as with his jaw flexing, he helped her push his jeans and boxer briefs down and off.
Faced with Nick's erection for the first time in broad daylight, Courtney closed her eyes for a second as sexual heat made her pulse beat faster. Christ. No freakin' wonder she'd felt so stretched last night.
Looking down at his lap as his hands clenched into fists at his sides while he dragged oxygen in and out of his lungs as he waited, Courtney took one hand from his knee where she held herself steady and wrapped it around the base of his cock.
At her action, his torso immediately jerked back into the sofa. Lifting her gaze from his angry-looking, engorged member, she found his eyes. He stared down at her hand that held him and his teeth clenched, as if he barely remained in control. Curious and unable to stop herself, dying to explore him, she tiptoed her fingers over silky smooth skin covering flesh as hard as steel. At her action, he bared his teeth even more as an expression of an enraged animal crossed his features.
Assuming she'd done something wrong, she jerked her hand away and put it back on his knee.
He growled low in his throat and reaching out, he picked up her hand and brought it back to him, where he wrapped her fingers around his cock once again, holding her there with a powerful grasp. Her eyes flew up to his and they stared at each other, while they each dragged in much needed oxygen.
Her heart pounding so hard that it almost hurt, she could feel the pulse beating in his erection as well, while his hand continued to hold hers in place with a death-defying grip, letting her know unequivocally that he didn't want her to let go.
After an abbreviated moment, he asked through clenched teeth, "You love me, Courtney?"
Her stomach flipped in response. "Yes."
His eyes flared. "You want to make me the happiest son-of-a-bitch alive?"
Molten heat ran down her spine and she nodded her head, a glitter of excitement shooting through her brain at the leading question.
"You sure?"
"Yes," she answered quickly, mesmerized by his dark brown eyes.
"You know what I want, don't you?"
She nodded her head again, glancing down to where he still held her hand captured around his erection. "I don't really know what to do, though," she said softly.
"Trust me, sweetheart, as long as you don't let go, nothing about this can go wrong."
At his tone of reassurance, a new coil of sexual need shivered down her spine and landed between her legs.
"I'm going to let go, but that doesn't mean I want you to, okay?" he rattled brusquely.
"Okay," she answered, watching as he slowly removed his hand from hers and then clenched it at his side.
At the same time that she felt his erection pulse in her hand, she felt a sensuous hand slide down her throat and move to her nipple. Warmth lit her insides and she felt dampness pool between her thighs. She swayed toward him as she slid her fingers up and down his hard length in an experimental move.
He groaned again and while the one hand stayed on her nipple, his other landed on the top of her head. Her gaze flew up to his as she slid her fingers up and down again. His eyes rolled to the back of his head and a look of harsh pleasure filled his face.
She watched him refocus, and on her third stroke, the hand he held on her head became controlling. With a subtle but firm movement, he began pushing her head toward him. She took a quick breath as he began pinching her nipple harder until she felt both her torso and head sway toward him.
As he massaged her breast fully now, she couldn't stand it any longer and leaned in for her first taste of him.
Nick was in heaven. There was only one thing that could possibly make him a happier man and that was if this was happening with his wedding band on Courtney's finger. But he'd cross that bridge later.
Right now, it was taking all the restraint he could muster not to lose control and shoot his wad right here, right now.
The first tentative lick she took of his cock filled her face with color. He braced himself, more than half-afraid she'd grimace and quit doing what she was doing, but thank fuck, that didn't happen.
No, the little witch opened her mouth fully and took him inside. While she did it, he firmly manipulated her breast to make sure she maintained a heightened state of desire.
It worked. She let out a little moan, and began to almost devour him. She was new to the game, and both her hand and her mouth were clumsy, but instead of turning him off, her actions had exactly the opposite effect. It didn't matter that her movements were uncoordinated, because she was so into what she was doing that it wasn't awkward in the least; no, it was sheer heaven.
Nick relished her inexperience with a need that was almost overpowering. An image briefly entered his head of the time he'd kissed her on her eighteenth birthday. She'd been wonderfully innocent then as well, and what he was experiencing now was like that only magnified by a thousand. The ultimate compensation for the patience he'd had to maintain during the last six years was undoubtedly when he made her come, but this was a close second and by damn if he didn't deserve every touch.
With her head in his lap and his fingers tangled in her hair, he closed his eyes for only a moment before opening them again. This was pure heaven and no way was he going to miss even a second of it. Seeing Courtney wrapped around his cock was almost better than feeling it.
Almost.
As he watched her, a sense of urgency overcame him that he couldn't control. Grasping her under the arms, he pulled her up until she had no choice but to let go. When her eyes opened and focused on him, they were glazed with a desire so strong that it sent his pulse soaring.
"Later," he bit out. With a jerky movement he couldn't control, he pulled her over him until she landed against him, straddling him once more.
Out of control now, he put his fingers between her legs and felt the damp heat that told him she was as into this as he was.
"Was I doing it wrong?" she asked as she leaned fully against him.
"No," he choked out, barely believing that she could have doubts as to how close he'd been to coming. He manipulated his finger until it was inside, where he needed it to be. "Your mouth is perfect, but I want this."