Page 43 of Nick: His to Claim

“It is?” she murmured kissing his chest.

“Yes, darlin’ it is. You’re just going to have to trust me on this,” Nick moaned, trying not to lose his train of thought.

Maggie pulled her hand away and stroked his nipples softly. Moving slowly lower, she slid her fingers over his navel, caressing her way to his belt and patiently working it free.

“So you’re going to be the boss?” she questioned, kissing and nibbling her way to the snap of his jeans.

Nick moaned and arched his hips as the zipper slid down, her hair tickling and tantalizing as she straddled his calves. She tugged his jeans and briefs lower and lower until his legs were trapped by them. Naked from the knees up, she enjoyed the sight of his magnificent erection. Lying on his legs, her breath seared him as she began to caress his penis with her lips. Up one side and down the other, she alternately nibbled, licked, and sucked.

“Nick, you were saying?”

“What? Oh, oh yeah,” he moaned, his hands clenched into fists, holding tight to the quilt. “It’s… it’s… for… good,” he panted.

“You mean for my own good?” she whispered as her lips began again at the base and worked slowly up the underside of him. Her tongue swirled and fluttered around the tip, but never quite gave him what he needed.

God, this was fun she thought, as she watched him shiver. No wonder he wanted to be in control. It felt fantastic to know she could take this strong man and reduce him to a quivering mass of need. She loved the taste of him, the scent of him, and the feel of his muscular body.

“Nick?”

“Yeah?” he asked. “Oh, yeah, for your own good,” he sighed.

Maggie smiled and swept her tongue around the tip of his penis again before she slid her lips over it and sucked it slowly into her mouth. She continued for three more deep strokes.

“Sweet Jesus, Maggie, you’re killing me,” he pleaded.

Taking pity on him she released him and crawled slowly higher until she straddled his hips. Her breasts teased his chest as she wiggled into position and let just the tip of him enter her warmth. Incredibly wet, she still had difficulty accommodating his girth, and after several times of almost there, Nick grasped her hips in his large hands and arched his ass off the bed. As much as she had enjoyed teasing and controlling Nick, it was a double edged sword for Maggie, because when he took over for those few moments she almost came unglued. Her body shivered uncontrollably, and she threw her head back letting out a cry of pleasure that was probably heard three blocks away.

For a few minutes Maggie allowed Nick control, mainly because it felt so damn good, but having Nick at her mercy was just too sweet. Time’s up.

Nick grinned as he watched her. Let her take over. It won’t change anything in the long run. She was going to bend to his will one way or another outside this room, and if it made it more palatable to her to show her power in the bedroom, well hecould handle that once in a while. God knows, making love with Maggie had no downside.

Then she began to move, so slowly he could feel every inch of her incredibly tight sheath as she rose almost entirely off him only to sink back down just as slowly. He could feel her inner muscles clamping around him like a fist. Then the little circles began, her hips rotating. He wondered fleetingly if this was why it was referred to as screwing because that’s exactly what it felt like. She was screwing herself inch by inch onto him.

Struggling to hold off his climax, he let her continue. Nick tried counting backward from one hundred and it worked for all of ten seconds. When she started making little figure eights with her hips while still rising and falling, it was all but over. Every part of her was rubbing him in mind blowing ways.

Okay, game over, sweetheart he thought. Grasping her hip with one hand, Nick slid the fingers of his other hand directly to her clit beginning a pattern of his own. Thrusting upward, Maggie’s knees left the bed and she clung blindly to the only solid thing in her universe. There was absolutely no way she could regain control, and at this point she wasn’t sure she wanted it anyway. The strength and power of this man were phenomenal. Thirty seconds later, she screamed her release and convulsed around him, her entire body collapsing onto his chest.

Nick held her close for a few seconds before he clasped her bottom and rolled her onto her back. He kissed anywhere he could reach, her face, her neck and her breasts as he slowly continued to move in and out of her. He told her of his love and waited for her to come back to him. Once she opened her eyes, he took both her wrists and pulled them over her head. Sliding his other arm under her hips, he took her hard and deep.

Maggie had a moment of panic. This man could control her, did in fact control her, but hot damn, it was good. Seeing theacceptance in her eyes, Nick released her hands, and she threw her arms around him.

With his other arm now free he was able to fit her more tightly to him. He felt her convulse in his arms a second before her contractions sent him over the edge. Nick exploded powerfully inside her; over and over his tribute filled her as he growled his pleasure into her neck. Hanging onto consciousness by a thread, Nick rolled them both onto their sides, holding her to him as he dragged air into his lungs.

“Maggie that was… you were… words can’t even describe how you move me, honey,” he whispered. “I just want to steal you away and love you in a thousand ways,” he sighed as he kissed her eyelids, her cheeks, and finally her lips.

Maggie moaned into his mouth and threw her leg up over his hip, relishing the warmth of his smooth chest as she curled into him.

“Nick, that’s such a beautiful dream. In your arms, I forget everything. Nothing matters when you are touching me, loving me,” she told him, tears falling silently from her eyes as her head nestled beneath his chin. “I truly wish it could be like this always. I wish we could stay in this room, this bed, and never let the world intrude, but it will, Nick. There’s no way we can keep it out,” she told him as she slipped out of his arms and sat up on the bed.

Wiping her tears she continued. “Nick, I have problems, real problems. I don’t even know if I have a job. I have a mortgage and kids to feed.” Maggie dropped her head and hid behind the curtain of her hair, sniffling.

Nick put his hands behind his head and let her go on, not saying anything but watching her intently. A little grin escaped him when she finally raised her head. Instead of looking at his face, her gaze traveled over his body, and she licked her lips.

Pulling her eyes away, she forced herself to stick to the issues. It wasn’t easy when a naked man looking like next month’s Playgirl centerfold lay sprawled on her white quilt.

“There’s a man out there who wants to hurt me,” she went on, “and I have no idea if or when he’s going to get out of jail. Rory probably wants to wring my neck and my parents… I can’t even begin to tell you how disappointed they are in me. Not to mention Jason. He may never forgive me,” she sobbed, completely undone now.

Nick smiled and snagged her hand, pulling her down beside him. Wrapping her in his arms, he held her gently, rubbing her back.