Page 14 of Good Intentions, Vol. 2

This kiss is hard.

It’s brutal.

It’s consuming.

It’s claiming.

There’s no gentleness of teasing, no tip of tongue coaxing my lips to open for him, to welcome him back.

No.

From the moment his lips touched mine, his tongue forced its way into my mouth and momentarily engaged mine to participate.

“Goddamnit, pretty girl,” he growls as he stops the kiss. His hands running up and down my sides like he’s trying to find purchase but doesn’t know where to start.

I don’t have time to catch my breath or to even open my eyes, before my shirt is coming off me so forcefully, I have no other choice but to lift my hands and allow it.

Stunned I open my mouth to say something, but the words die in my throat as he pulls the cups of my bra down and in the next millisecond one of my nipples is in his mouth and he pulls deep. And the other is between his fingers and he rolls, hard.

The only thing I’m capable of is a long, loud moan that comes out, and holding on to his shoulders as my knees go weak, my back arches backwards sending my breast deeper into his mouth, my head lolling back on my shoulders.

“Fuck,” he explodes releasing my nipple the air that comes out of him sending shockwaves to the sensitive flesh.

Righting my head, I try to look at him, but the vision of him is swimming in my eyes, the sensation of pure, undulated pleasure still swimming through every fiber of me.

He lets go of me only for a moment and I sway, the quakes still dominating my muscles, and kneels in front of me.

“Nick,” I whisper clawing at his shoulders trying to get him to... I don’t know what I want him to do. I just know I need something.

Something to put a stop to this, or to go further, anything he wants, just something to give me some relief from this pleasure filled pain.

He doesn’t even glance at me, doesn’t even acknowledge I said anything. His hands span my jean cladded hips, and he pulls me to him, and bites the apex of my thighs, his teeth scraping over my clit.

“God,” I breathe as just this barely there sensation makes my knees buckle.

The sound of metal clicking brings me back to the room and lifts a haze he successfully wrapped me up in. His hands are frantic, shaking as he unbuckles my belt and opens up my jeans.

“Lie down, pretty girl,” he murmurs not taking his eyes from his hands that are now inside my jeans, on my hips, finally hitting my skin and pulling them along with my panties down my thighs.

He stops mid thighs so his hands could trail along my skin, tracking my movements as I do as he said.

“Nick,” I call his name again. But, again, he ignores me, instead going down my body again, trailing his fingers over me, his eyes watching his hands.

“Hush, baby,” he whispers. “Give me this.”

I have so much to tell him. I played this moment, our reunion so many times in my mind. Trying to find a way to not to get to this moment, to say what I have to say and walk away from him, from this.

But the minute I laid my eyes on him, I knew I couldn’t go through with it.

And now, seeing the need in his eyes, feeling it pour out from his hands, making itself known all along my body as he coats my skin with it, I’m unable to do anything but what he asks of me.

So I don’t say anything else, I don’t do anything but touch his face, bringing his mouth to mine.

I kiss him, touching just the tip of my tongue to his lips and without moving back I confess something I thought I never would. “I need you, Nick.”

“You have no idea how much,” he says, giving my need back to him. Saying he feels the same. And with that, our little calm in the storm is over as his hold on control breaks and his want for me comes back full force in his eyes and tensing every muscle in his body.

He kneels back up and yanks my jeans and panties sending my flip flops flying. His hands come to my knees, spreading them forcefully and with the next breath he dives in and licks me from my entrance right up to my clit robbing me of my breath.