Once and Again
Page 29
“You have a pierced nipple.” He said this with awe in his voice.
“Yes.” She had to lick her lips to get the words out. Especially once he pulled just right on the bar.
“When?”
It had been a silly impulse when she’d been visiting a friend in Nashville. She was glad she’d done it though because it made her feel sexy just knowing it was there. Made her feel good when a man knew how to tug on it right. Which was rarer than she’d thought it would be.
Not so Nathan.
“I’ve had it four years now.” She groaned as he licked over the nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing as he did.
“It’s sexy.”
She smiled, feeling quite sexy right at the moment with his hands all over her and his mouth against the side of her breast.
“You taste good, Lil. I’ve missed your salt and sweet skin.” He licked over each rib and went to his knees, stealing her breath as he slid his hands up her calves and then pulled her close enough to press his face against her pu**y through her skirt. Just enough to make her gasp.
“What are you wearing under this skirt?” He said it as he slid the hem up to look himself. “Ah, matching panties. I like that. Not enough to leave them on though.” He hooked his fingers on the waistband and pulled down.
She stepped from them, mesmerized by the way he looked there, on his knees, staring at her pu**y like it was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen.
There was no shyness with him. Funny that. But she trusted him to find her beautiful. Felt beautiful and sexy when he looked at her. Even so, it nearly drove her to her knees when he licked his lips while drawing closer. A ragged moan tore from her when he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Do you still like having your pu**y licked until you make that sound—God that sound—where you sort of gasp and moan?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
Again the grin.
“You’re not naked.”
“I’m afraid if I take my pants off my c**k will be in you before I get a chance to do anything else.”
She unzipped her skirt and stepped from it, leaving the heels on. “I want to see you, Nathan.”
He surged to his feet, and in one quick movement, his shirt was off and wow, was his upper body pretty. She circled him, getting close enough to lick over a nipple, enjoying the way he shivered. “You weren’t the only one who’s learned a few new tricks. In the interest of skill building of course.”
“I’m not sure if I should clap or frown that another man had this view. Shit! Is that…?” He took her arm and looked at her back where a tattoo swirled up her spine. “You have a tattoo and a piercing too?”
She’d bet money his old skeezebot of a fiancé had neither. Ha.
“I do.”
“On the bed. Ass at the edge. I will make you come on my lips before I get my c**k in you. Leave the heels on, I want to feel them against my ass when I’m f**king you.”
Hoo boy.
She moved and then sat, watching him get rid of his pants and underwear.
“I’d remember that in a dark room with a blindfold on,” she murmured, taking in the sight of long, tall, hard Nathan Murphy with his burnished skin and acres of muscles.
He landed on the bed and pulled her close. “First I want to kiss you a while.”
As if she’d argue?
She rolled against his body and they both paused to draw in a ragged breath as skin slid against skin. “You feel good, baby.”
She wanted to be the only woman he remembered this way. Wanted to the one he compared all other women to for the rest of his life, and the way he kissed her, taking a leisurely and yet very thorough tour of her mouth, made her believe that might be the case. At least in some part.
Her hands slid over all that warm, taut skin. She caressed every part of him she could reach as he plundered her mouth with his teeth and tongue. She denied him nothing and he took until she was dizzy with want. Her pu**y was wet, so wet she’d have been embarrassed with anyone else. But with him? She knew he’d make it better. Knew he’d ease that ache.
He rolled so she came to rest on top of him, and the memories that had caused her so much pain before softened so that she could enjoy them again. Know that this was different, and yet just as good. Maybe better.
Large, strong hands cupped her ass, holding her in place as he rolled his hips, bringing his c**k to slide against the outside of her pu**y until she thought she might come just from that.
But he wasn’t done.
Nathan was pretty sure he’d embarrass himself something fierce if he put his c**k near any warm, wet part of her right at that moment. It was so much just then, having her with him again after so long. Her gorgeous curves naked to his gaze and his touch.
The way she writhed against him was enough to make him clench his jaw, so he rolled her again and loomed above her body to get a better look. The silver bar through her right nipple was a surprise. A hot one at that. Knowing she had a tattoo and a piercing under those clothes of hers would torment his c**k forever now. As if he wasn’t already tormented every time he caught sight of her around town.
He kissed over that sweet blade of her collarbone, loving the way her fingers slid into his hair and held him to her. On to the ni**les, first the unpierced left and then the right where he played with the bar, learning her, pleasing himself as well. Down over the softness of her belly, the scent of her arousal drawing him exactly where he wanted to be.
“Yes.” She had to lick her lips to get the words out. Especially once he pulled just right on the bar.
“When?”
It had been a silly impulse when she’d been visiting a friend in Nashville. She was glad she’d done it though because it made her feel sexy just knowing it was there. Made her feel good when a man knew how to tug on it right. Which was rarer than she’d thought it would be.
Not so Nathan.
“I’ve had it four years now.” She groaned as he licked over the nipple and sucked it into his mouth, his teeth grazing as he did.
“It’s sexy.”
She smiled, feeling quite sexy right at the moment with his hands all over her and his mouth against the side of her breast.
“You taste good, Lil. I’ve missed your salt and sweet skin.” He licked over each rib and went to his knees, stealing her breath as he slid his hands up her calves and then pulled her close enough to press his face against her pu**y through her skirt. Just enough to make her gasp.
“What are you wearing under this skirt?” He said it as he slid the hem up to look himself. “Ah, matching panties. I like that. Not enough to leave them on though.” He hooked his fingers on the waistband and pulled down.
She stepped from them, mesmerized by the way he looked there, on his knees, staring at her pu**y like it was the loveliest thing he’d ever seen.
There was no shyness with him. Funny that. But she trusted him to find her beautiful. Felt beautiful and sexy when he looked at her. Even so, it nearly drove her to her knees when he licked his lips while drawing closer. A ragged moan tore from her when he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
“Do you still like having your pu**y licked until you make that sound—God that sound—where you sort of gasp and moan?”
“Is that a rhetorical question?”
Again the grin.
“You’re not naked.”
“I’m afraid if I take my pants off my c**k will be in you before I get a chance to do anything else.”
She unzipped her skirt and stepped from it, leaving the heels on. “I want to see you, Nathan.”
He surged to his feet, and in one quick movement, his shirt was off and wow, was his upper body pretty. She circled him, getting close enough to lick over a nipple, enjoying the way he shivered. “You weren’t the only one who’s learned a few new tricks. In the interest of skill building of course.”
“I’m not sure if I should clap or frown that another man had this view. Shit! Is that…?” He took her arm and looked at her back where a tattoo swirled up her spine. “You have a tattoo and a piercing too?”
She’d bet money his old skeezebot of a fiancé had neither. Ha.
“I do.”
“On the bed. Ass at the edge. I will make you come on my lips before I get my c**k in you. Leave the heels on, I want to feel them against my ass when I’m f**king you.”
Hoo boy.
She moved and then sat, watching him get rid of his pants and underwear.
“I’d remember that in a dark room with a blindfold on,” she murmured, taking in the sight of long, tall, hard Nathan Murphy with his burnished skin and acres of muscles.
He landed on the bed and pulled her close. “First I want to kiss you a while.”
As if she’d argue?
She rolled against his body and they both paused to draw in a ragged breath as skin slid against skin. “You feel good, baby.”
She wanted to be the only woman he remembered this way. Wanted to the one he compared all other women to for the rest of his life, and the way he kissed her, taking a leisurely and yet very thorough tour of her mouth, made her believe that might be the case. At least in some part.
Her hands slid over all that warm, taut skin. She caressed every part of him she could reach as he plundered her mouth with his teeth and tongue. She denied him nothing and he took until she was dizzy with want. Her pu**y was wet, so wet she’d have been embarrassed with anyone else. But with him? She knew he’d make it better. Knew he’d ease that ache.
He rolled so she came to rest on top of him, and the memories that had caused her so much pain before softened so that she could enjoy them again. Know that this was different, and yet just as good. Maybe better.
Large, strong hands cupped her ass, holding her in place as he rolled his hips, bringing his c**k to slide against the outside of her pu**y until she thought she might come just from that.
But he wasn’t done.
Nathan was pretty sure he’d embarrass himself something fierce if he put his c**k near any warm, wet part of her right at that moment. It was so much just then, having her with him again after so long. Her gorgeous curves naked to his gaze and his touch.
The way she writhed against him was enough to make him clench his jaw, so he rolled her again and loomed above her body to get a better look. The silver bar through her right nipple was a surprise. A hot one at that. Knowing she had a tattoo and a piercing under those clothes of hers would torment his c**k forever now. As if he wasn’t already tormented every time he caught sight of her around town.
He kissed over that sweet blade of her collarbone, loving the way her fingers slid into his hair and held him to her. On to the ni**les, first the unpierced left and then the right where he played with the bar, learning her, pleasing himself as well. Down over the softness of her belly, the scent of her arousal drawing him exactly where he wanted to be.
