I reach down to grab at his hair, but he meets my hand there and disentangles my fingers, trapping them in his and pressing my hand against the mattress. He also doesn’t finish the move I thought he was trying to make. Instead of burying his face between my thighs, he presses his mouth against my belly and then starts to kiss up the length of my body. He pauses between my breasts, and I take the opportunity to unbutton his shirt and push it back from his shoulders.
There’s a moment of shifting and moving as he works the shirt the rest of the way off himself. I pull and tug where I can, but the angles make it hard to provide any real assistance. Since there’s no point trying to help much more with the shirt, I reach for his fly instead and start working on his trousers. He’s in dress clothes from the morning’s meeting, so the fly has an extra button. That doesn’t slow me down much, and it’s only a few seconds before his pants are halfway down his thighs and his shirt is completely off.
He’s hard—very much so—and I reach down to cup my fingers around the length of his erection. The heat soaks through the cotton underwear and into my hand. My pussy’s heating up, too, and I can feel moisture on the insides of my thighs.
Nick shoves his pants off along with his dress shoes and socks, and now we’re both naked, hot skin against hot skin. His cock throbs against my lower belly. As he lowers himself over me again, catching my mouth with his, the hard jut of his erection presses into my skin almost painfully. It can’t be a good angle for him, either, but he doesn’t seem to notice, focused now on kissing me again. His mouth is hard and demanding now, searching and exploring but not gentle or easy by any means.
My breath is speeding up, and I can feel my heartbeat in the base of my throat. There’s no denying I want this, no matter how much I’d like to do just that. He draws back from the kiss and studies my face a moment then bends his head to bury his mouth in the curve of my shoulder. He bites me there, and I whimper. It hurts just enough to make my whole body shiver, wanting more.
But when he shifts his hips, easing between my legs, I clench, suddenly realizing what he’s doing.
“Nick,” I manage. I grab at his shoulders, trying to push him back, but it’s like trying to move a slab of granite. He’s heavy and solid and determined. “Nick… Condom?”
His gaze finds mine again. He’s smiling a little. “Why?”
“Um…for the obvious reasons.” He’s not trying to force his way past my protesting hands, but he’s not pulling back, either.
“You agreed to the deal, am I right?” He strokes my hair back from my face as he says it. The action makes is clear that, no matter how hard I think I’m pushing against him, pushing him away, he’s not under control by any means. He’s in a position where he could do anything he wants to me, and there wouldn’t be a damn thing I could do about it.
I want to tell him no, I did no such thing, or no, I changed my mind, but it’s way too late for that. “Well…” I can’t bring myself to actually say yes.
He shrugs. “Then we might as well get started, right? The sooner I fuck that baby into you, the happier I’ll be.”
It’s such a crude way to say it. I should slap him right across his not-quite-smug face. Fucking asshole. But I don’t. I just look at him, feeling the hardness of his cock against my thigh. I want him. I want him inside me. Right now. And the idea of his seed inside me, finding its way to my womb—it should scare me, but it doesn’t. It’s more than just his promise of protection. It’s my body answering his. My mind isn’t quite there yet, and neither is my heart, but my body—dammit, my body wants everything he has to give me.
He shifts just a little, the head of his cock almost against my entrance. I hold his gaze, saying nothing. He just waits. It’s when I realize he’s not going to do anything without my agreement that I finally relax under him. I nod. “Okay.”
Bending forward, he kisses my forehead then my face. I’m surprised he doesn’t go straight for the prize. He strokes my hair a few more times, his hips shifting between my legs, then he’s right there. I let my thighs relax, and he slides inside. I close my eyes.
It’s slow and hot, and, God… I’ve never, ever had a man inside me like this before. I’ve always demanded a condom. Not that I’ve been with a huge number of men, but I was always careful. Even Sal never told me no—in fact, he almost never had to be reminded. But this, with Nick…
It’s not so much the physical sensation, though I’m sure it feels different to him. Maybe he’s a little hotter, and maybe I can feel the vague pulsing in his shaft just a bit better. It’s more the surrender, the acknowledgement that we’re doing something that could create another life. I thought it would scare me, but instead it seems like some kind of primitive instincts are coming to life as he thrusts into me, deeper and harder, the movements smooth and holding an even rhythm. I tuck my knees up under his arms, grab at his shoulders, pulling him toward me now instead of pushing him away.