Page 27 of Nick: His to Claim

Maggie stood and went up three more stairs very quickly, her mind racing frantically for words that would not come. Up she went, feeling for each stair behind her, never taking her eyes off him.

“Nick, you can’t do this,” she pleaded. The sight of his naked chest and the purpose in his eyes turned her knees to jelly, and she stumbled.

‘I can, Maggie. Trust me I can,” he replied hoarsely as he swept her up in his arms and took the rest of the stairs with no apparent effort.

Maggie didn’t struggle, but she tried to reason with him one last time.

“Let’s talk about this, Nick,” she panted, then squealed in surprise when he tossed her on the bed.

“In case you haven’t noticed, sweetheart, I’m through talking,” he informed her as he quickly striped off the rest of his clothes. Nick threw another log on the smoldering fire. Flames licked at the dry wood, and the resulting glow outlined his body.

Maggie tried not to look at him. Shemust notlook at him, she told herself sternly, as her eyes traveled over his muscular frame. Even though the room was dark, she could clearly see why she’d never wanted him in this room. No longer was it a feminine haven. Nick was a big man, and he cast an even bigger shadow with the firelight behind him. She would forever remember the man before her and how he looked tonight.

He began to remove her clothes. Nick’s strong hands slid up her legs and pulled down her skirt, smiling when he saw thatshe was sans panties. He pushed her tank top up and caressed her breasts, nibbling on her nipples through the lace of her bra. Maggie put her hands up to unsnap the front, but Nick took them and put them firmly down at her sides. He continued to tease and torment her while she arched her back, trying to get closer to his mouth. After what seemed to be hours, Nick moved to her neck and sucked softly as he deftly unsnapped the bra and pushed it off her breasts, revealing hard nipples begging for more.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered in her ear as he nipped at the lobe. His hand continued to take shameful advantage of her bare breasts; he tugged and worried first one nipple and then the other. Finally, he nibbled his way down her neck and arrived at the crest of her breast, kissing and lightly sucking everywhere but where she wanted it most.

His hand slid down her ribcage and over her slightly rounded belly, gliding along as if it had no particular destination in mind. Reaching her core, he skipped the best part and caressed the insides of her thighs, encouraging her to separate her legs.

Maggie wasn’t having it, but a light slap on each thigh changed her mind. Nick gently parted her lips and found an abundance of cream which he began to paint over every nook and cranny. He was quite the artist Maggie discovered, and she moaned when he found her hidden treasure. Over and over again he gathered and painted, but he never entered her. His wonderful lips still worshipped at her breast, but he would not be rushed.

Maggie was beside herself. Her hips chased his fingers and her breast his lips. When she truly thought she would lose her mind, he entered her with his thick finger at the exact second he sucked her nipple firmly into his mouth. His thumb danced across her clit and she shattered into a million pieces. Maggiehad no idea how she would ever put herself back together again, and she rode his hand like a mad woman.

Nick held her close as she weathered the storm.

“I’ve got you, baby. It’s all right. I’ll never let you fall, sweetheart,” he whispered in her ear, stroking the hair back from her face. As soon as her breathing returned to a somewhat normal pattern, Nick attended to her other breast and brought her back to life with just a few strokes of his fingers. Maggie screamed as her body again shot through the clouds, and Nick held her as she continued to contract around his finger, soothing her and gently letting her come back to herself. When she had quieted, he rolled her over on her stomach and rubbed the tension out of her shoulders and lower spine.

Maggie snuggled into the comforter with a sigh, pulling one leg up slightly into the position she liked to sleep, but Nick wasn’t having any of that yet. Patting her still warm cheeks, he alternated with short little spanks and soft rubs. Running his hand over her bottom, he let it slide lower and entered her from behind with his finger. Her immediate clenching and low moan let him know she was still with him, and he gently continued rubbing for a few minutes more.

Maggie had no idea who she was in bed with. The inexperienced Nick of fifteen years ago was gone. The passionate but hurried Nick of New Years was gone. The man in her bed tonight was someone she never imagined existed. His hot hands and hungry mouth knew exactly what they were doing, and he was in no hurry tonight.

Nick turned Maggie onto her back and kissed her deeply. His hands were again traveling the now familiar road, and she sighed softly. Kissing his way down her body, he caressed her tummy. Nick stopped and slid Maggie higher up on the bed. The damn thing was just too small for him, but he’d make do for now. Resuming his delightful journey, he continued downwarduntil he positioned himself between Maggie’s legs. His broad shoulders prevented her from closing them, and that was exactly what he wanted.

Maggie tried to push his head away, but a crisp smack on her thigh had her rethinking her impulse.

Nick was in heaven. As far as he was concerned, there wasn’t a better place on earth than between his baby’s thighs. Even though he was hard enough to drill a hole right through the mattress, he still had the strength to hang on for a while longer. He loved watching Maggie come apart in his arms, and he fully intended to take advantage of this opportunity. Kissing and nibbling his way from one thigh to the other, Nick again avoided the one place she wanted his kiss.

Sliding his finger into her tight channel, he continued to tease her while she panted and moaned beneath him. Finally taking pity on her, he pulled her clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he added another finger. The spasms started immediately, and Nick followed her long dance with amazing persistence.

While she was still crying out her pleasure, Nick rose above her and holding her warm bottom cheeks in both hands, he entered her in one thrilling thrust. Maggie went wild. She was uncontrollable, starving for his possession and not even aware that she was sobbing his name over and over. Her nails scored his back as she bucked beneath him, and when he picked up speed she imploded, convulsing around him as he continued to fight his own climax. It felt so good; he never wanted it to end. Her heat, her cries, were all he lived for now, and he gave her everything he had.

Maggie had no choice but to go with him into the storm, and as Nick exploded within her, lightening seared her once more. The last rainbow was another surprise.

* * *

Maggie awoke slowly just as the sun began making forays into her bedroom. Her head was on Nick’s shoulder and his arm kept her clamped to his side. Poor Nick was sleeping corner to corner on her bed and still his feet hung off. Opening her eyes, she studied the sleeping man beside her.

God, he was magnificent. His face was relaxed, making him look younger than his years, even with the flecks of silver at his temple. His pecks were well defined, and his chest, which had a sprinkling of dark hair, rose and fell with his quiet breathing. And the mother of all blessings, he was on his back and not snoring. Her eyes traveled down his firm abs and trim waist, moving quickly to his strong thighs. As huge as they were, even his feet were attractive.

Slowly moving his arm, she rolled onto her back and assessed her own body. Not too bad for having born three children she thought, although her slightly rounded abdomen bothered the hell out of her. As far as the rest of her, she might as well have been made out of butter.

Maggie felt as though she didn’t have a muscle in her body. Every part of her was soft and languid. Other than a little soreness on her backside and between her legs, she’d never felt so relaxed. A blush began on her chest and quickly swept up over her face as she recalled her wanton behavior. Nick was an incredible lover. Maggie hadn’t had sex like that since… well not ever, she forced herself to admit.

Unfortunately, everything she’d been afraid of had come to pass. Nick had completely taken control of her. From the moment he’d swept her into his arms, he’d owned her. Maggie had been utterly helpless against his skill and her desire. Even now, as she tried to get out of bed, his huge body lying on herhair trapped her. She was well and truly caught, like a butterfly on a pin. She was dead meat.

She pictured herself as June Cleaver, scurrying around the house in heels and pearls, waiting for her lord and master to get home. She would be waiting at the door with his pipe, slippers, and the evening paper, as she presented her cheek for his kiss, asking “How was your day, Dear?” Well, scratch the pipe, Nick didn’t smoke, but… it could happen. Once a woman lost her independence, she was toast.

Still, her mind continued, he was a fantastic lover. I wonder if I could rent him, say like twice a week for… eternity. Hey, maybe being like Carol Brady would work out better. She wasn’t allowed to work either, but she’d had a maid!