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Diesel
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I NEVER THOUGHT NICOLETTE Johnson, of all people, would ever let anyone take complete control. Once again, she surprises me, and I have to admit that I’m ruined.
I watch her sleep in the bed next to me with a pillow behind my head. All I can think about is how I wish she felt the same way about me. The fact I said it out loud freaked me out as much as it did her. I wrapped myself around her to keep her from running. I felt her tense up as soon as the words left my lips. I’m a fucking idiot. I should have kept it to myself. We are friends, don’t get me wrong, I enjoy the benefits, but I don’t want to do anything to mess it up.
I glance at the clock. I can’t believe it’s time to get up. I rub the sleep from my eyes and plan to make the best of our last day here. I need a drink or ten. I nudge Nicki to wake up with a push, “Let’s go.” Her eyes open, and she turns over, ignoring me. “I said, let’s go!” She groans, “fubar.”
I jumped from the bed in a panic. Never has anyone had to use the safe word with me. I read people's body language enough to know their limits. Control is one of the things I’m proud of, “what did you say?” I bend over, placing my hands on my knees, fighting the sudden urge to vomit. What did I do? Did saying I love you destroy anything we have, any chance at having a future? Is she done with me? God, I feel sick. I repeat, “What did you say?” I was praying that I heard wrong.
She pulls the sheet up and covers her naked body, then turns herself to a sitting position against the headboard.
“I said fubar,” she wipes her face and looks at me, confused. I can feel the blood drain from my face. Never in all my life has guilt ravaged my body and taken control.
“What’s wrong?” Her head tilts to the side in question, “I just can’t have sex. I’m sore as shit, Diesel. You fucked the life out of me.”
I almost dropped to my knees in relief while releasing the breath I didn’t even know I was holding. She has no clue how powerful that word is between us.
“Nicki,” I slid my hand through my hair, composing myself, “You scared the shit out of me. Give me a minute.” Relief floods in. I stand straight, walk over to the fridge, grab a water, and down it. After a deep breath, I explain, “Listen, fubar is our safe word.” I wipe my face, removing the light sweat built up in that terrifying moment. “It’s not to be used in anything other than an immediate halt to whatever we are doing. In our bed.” I search her eyes for understanding, then it hits.
Her eyes go wide, “I’m...I’m so sorry, I just...I didn’t realize.” She wraps the sheet around herself, leaps from the bed, and walks over, stopping in front of me.
She leans up and presses her lips to mine. Need to have her again surges through me, but I also need to hold her at arm’s length. I need to know if she truly understands, “Do you understand?”
She nods, “I do now. I’m sorry,” she drops her head, upset with herself. I pull her in and wrap her in my arms. “It was my mistake. I should have explained and made sure you understood the rules. It’s over now.”
She snuggles in tighter, with a squeeze to reassure me. Then she begins to kiss my neck, testing me.
“You said you were sore.” I bite my lip, trying not to throw her down and take her again. She leans her head back, “I am,” she says with a smile and wiggles her eyebrows, then drops to her knees.
For fucks sake, her mouth is a gift from God, I swear. It doesn’t take long before I have her long brown hair wrapped in my hand, and I’m fucking her face. Another two pumps, and she swallows, taking all I have left in me.
Once I catch my breath, I need to return the favor. I reach down, help her up and walk us into the shower.
Distracting her with an intense kiss, I draw her attention away from what I’m doing, then step back. She looks up and back to me with a smile spreading across her face. I think I may have created a monster. I now have her naked with her arms above her head, tied to the showerhead.
I take her legs and spread them as wide as the tub allows, placing one on the porcelain rim, then sit down and pull her pussy to my face. A few licks, nips, and sucks, and she’s begging, “Diesel, I want you,” her breath erratic as she tugs slightly at the cotton belt. I blow lightly on her most sensitive nerve endings, and she moans.
“I got you,” I push up from the tub, wrap her one leg around me, and then place both arms out, resting my palms against the shower wall. Using my nose, I outline her face and her neck taking her perky nipple into my mouth.
Without skipping a beat, her body comes to life. Goosebumps form along her tanned skin as my hand reaches her aching core. I slide two digits in, I clamp down on her nipple, and she yells out. “Oh fuck!” I move my fingers in and out faster and faster. Her hips meet every thrust until I can’t take it anymore.
I pull my fingers out, take a handful of her dark brown hair, and tug. I position my cock at her entrance and push balls deep. Her moans come more frequently, and her walls clench and take all of me. I smack her ass, leaving a beautiful red handprint. With kisses up her neck, I reach her ear and command, “Come...Now.” She leans back slightly and lets out a sound I’ve never heard before. Her body trembled from head to toe, throwing my organism spiraling.
Once I get some of my senses back, I pull from her and reach up to untie her arms. They fall over my shoulders as if they each held twenty-pound weights. With her body pressed against mine, I lean and turn the cool water on. I clean us up the best I can, and we return to the bed.
She hasn’t said a word. She can barely open her eyes. “Nicolette?” I kissed the top of her head, “Hmm...”
“Are you okay?” She lifts her head slightly, “never better,” she answers with a smile, “Is there such a thing as a sex overdose or hangover?” A giggle follows her question.
“One hour, then we go out for the night. I have a few ideas of what to do, and I promise it will be fun.” I tuck the blanket over us, and she cuddles onto my chest. “Mm... kay,” she wraps her arm across my torso as sleep consumes us both. I couldn’t be any happier.
