Jody
Shaking all over, I hear footsteps coming up the hall.
He’s back.
Heart slamming in my chest, I walk to the door and put my ear to the wood. The sound gets louder, closer to my bedroom, and my heartbeat pulses all through me.
He was so upset. I should give him space, but I can’t.
I need to see him.
I need verification that he’s all right.
With a shaky hand, I crack the door open. I catch him entering his room. He walks to his dresser, pulls his cell out of his pants pocket, and sets it on the dresser. He reaches down and removes his shirt in one quick motion, revealing the smooth, rippling muscles on his back. He crumples the shirt in his hands and turns around.
His hooded eyes lift to me like he knows I’m here, waiting for him.
Mouth partly opened; I salivate from his perfection.
He tosses the shirt to the floor, and with measured steps, he walks to the doorway. He raises his hands and grips the top of the doorframe, stretching his magnificent body out before me.
His heavy gaze weighs on me. It’s everywhere, laying on every inch of my goose-fleshed skin.
My nipples harden and press against the thin material of my white nightgown.
His eyes drop to them.
I glance down to see what he’s seeing. The white material darkens from the color of my nipples. The tiny bumps surround them, protruding through.
I lift my view from my breasts and meet his weighty gaze.
He doesn’t say anything, just stares at me like he’s starving for what I have beneath my nightgown.
Arm muscles flex, and his eyebrow arches with a lopsided grin.
Okay, I recognize the challenge.
If this is what he wants, what he needs tonight, I’ll give it to him.
With small, slow, and steady steps, I move back into the room.
I stop, reach down, and pull my gown from my body.
Standing naked, I raise my eyebrow.
His chest rises. Then he exhales. His muscles relax back into their natural state.
He drops one hand.
My breathing speeds up. My chest gives me away, rising and falling faster as he drops the other hand. Faster as he gradually moves toward me.
He kicks the door with his foot, closing it behind him.
Shutting us alone in the room.
His eyes move deliberately over my naked body, acknowledging what I am willing to offer.
His hand slips up the back of my neck and wraps around my hair.
He drinks in my fear, sucking it from me with his power-hungry gaze.
“This will change everything,” he says in a husky tone.
I stare up into his eyes. There’s no turning back now. I’m ready. “Does that scare you?”
“Yes.” He pulls my head back farther. He lowers until our lips almost touch. “But that’s not going to stop me.” His mouth captures mine.
A moan rumbles amongst our touch. I’m not sure if it was him or me, but the sound strengthens our passionate union. Tongues tangle in a war brought on by a battle each of us has struggled to fight.
He spins me around. His head bends down to my neck. I look up and see our reflection in the mirror. His dark hair against my pale skin awakens the reality of what’s going to happen.
His hands appear from around my sides. They land on my breasts, quickly finding my erect nipples.
He takes them between his fingers and squeezes. His head lifts. Pain soars from my tight and aching nipples straight to my wet and needy pussy.
His dark, sparkling eyes peer back at me from over my shoulder in the mirror.
One of his hands moves down my belly to between my legs.
I watch, waiting anxiously for his touch. The second his thumb brushes my clit, I nearly come.
I bite my lip, trying to hold back.
“You want my finger inside you?” His thumb strums me as his other hand twists my nipple.
“Yes.”
A wicked grin slips over his lips.
“Not this time.” He turns me back around to face him, taking me from the delicious vision of his hands on my body. “Tonight, I’m not going to fuck you with my finger.” He grabs my hand and presses it against his hard cock. “Tonight, I’m going to fuck you with this.”
The shape of him molds around my palm. I release a desirous whimper.
“Is that what you want?”
I nod, unzipping his pants, anxious to feel him. Reaching inside, I wrap my hand around his thick, smooth cock. I run my palm down the length of him and come back up.
This time, I know where the moan comes from.
My eyes flash to his, and hearing the sound teases me further. I do it again, needing to listen to it one more time. He does not disappoint. His eyes flutter, and his jaw clenches, exposing what my touch does to him. That I’m capable of making him feel as he makes me feel.
He picks me up. I cling to him, wrapping my legs around his waist, and our tongues go back to war.
Drunk on the feel of him. Us. He walks me to the bed and lays me down on the mattress. His eyes remain locked with mine as he steps out of his jeans.
From his narrow waist, lean hips, and long, muscular thighs to his hard cock, I devour him.
I want him.
I want him deep inside me.
He grips my thigh. Then the other. He spreads my legs apart. Then when I think they won’t go any further, he presses harder. I’m wide open as he’s looking down at me. Something about being completely exposed for him turns me on.
“Fuck, your pussy is so wet.” His head dips down and stops just before his mouth reaches where I desperately want it the most.
I push up my hips to finish the distance, but his hold is too strong. Viewing me through veiled eyes, his lips slightly pucker, and he blows his hot breath over my clit. The light breeze tickles my sensitive wet flesh.
“Nash.” I grip the sheets and thrust my swollen breasts upward as he does it again. “Oh. My. God!”
“Don’t even think about coming.”
I lift my spinning head from the mattress and look down at him. “Keep doing that, and I can’t make any promises.”
“I don’t plan to.” He moves upward.
His eyes bore down on me, naked and unabashed.
The tip of his cock enters me.
“Yes,” I encourage with a moan. “Oh, yes. Please, I want it.”
His eyelids lower, and he pushes in a little farther. I take him inside, accepting him.
My lips press together. “More.”
Eyes nearly closed, he thrusts his hips forward and completely fills me. My body molds to him. I tremble all over, grasping and taking him until we are one.
A stuttered moan expels from his pursed lips and vibrates within me.
He remains motionless.
His eyes open, and he gazes down at me with a new expression.
Raw and pure.
Unrestricted and longing.
He’s never shown me this part of him.
I palm his face in my hands, needing to hold on to it. Never wanting to let it go back from where it came from.
He retains the expression, filling me with his intensity. His unspoken words whisper to me through our naked union.
Tonight, everything will change.
Tonight, I belong to him.
“Don’t stop,” I say with a severe breath. “I want you.”
“Fuck, Walker,” he says my name, but this time, it’s not smeared in friendship. Instead, it’s slathered with desperation and desire. He presses his palms into the mattress and raises his glorious body over mine. “Nothing could stop me.”
I grab his shoulders, needing him closer.
He withdraws and thrusts back inside with a low growl. We collide in perfect rhythm. He increases the tempo with each claim, pumping and filling my body with his thick hardness.
It never felt like this with Todd.
I can’t get enough of him. I move my hips to the motion of his rapid, insistent pace.
My pussy tightens.
“Nash, I’m—” My nails dig into his flesh.
“Yes,” he hisses, fucking me harder. “Yes, come, baby. Do it now.”
He need say no more. I lose myself to him, convulsing in a chain of spasms.
“Oh, fu-u-ck!” His eyes gloss over, and his back arches.
He lets out an animalistic growl.
And… I know he’s joining me.