| He had free reign to do as he pleased now but he had to protest just once more to make it look good."Dianna!" "Nick, I want you."Her fingernails dragging down his chest."I want you now." God! this was good."I wanna hear how bad you want it Di,"he returned. Slowly he unbuttoned her blouse; lingering at each button as he taunted her need for his body. He was amazed at her willingness just to give in to his whim. He made sure she was the one that made the calls in the beginning just so he wouldn't look like the bad guy. "Nick... Please!"She urged as he lingered at the last button. "Please what?" "Please stop torturing me." He smirked. This really was fun. He played with the button a few seconds more and let it go. He leaned in and nipped at the lace covering her ample breasts. God! he loved those things. He pressed the material over them; drawing them together. His tongue grazed the surface of each one before bringing his attention toward one. Her fingers entwined in his hair as he laced his tongue around the rosy nub. He sucked it into his mouth; gradually twisting it between his teeth. He bit down on the taut nipple and illicited a sufficient whimper to escape her lips as he sunk further down her body. He dragged the white cotton stretch skirt down over her hips and she stepped out of it. He draped her leg over his shoulder; her thigh his main target. He nipped and sucked his way inward and as soon as he reached her sweet, succulent center, he'd reverse and repeat his actions in the opposite direction. After he knew she was beyond tortured, he ran his tongue over the slit of the inviting flesh before seperating the moist pink folds. He slid his tongue over the ripe flesh; purposely grazing over her clit. She was loosing the ability to stand on her own as he continued stroking and suckling her into oblivion."Oh God Nick! That's so...sooo.....oh fuck!" He smiled and cupped her ass as his tongue delved into her velvety furnace. Damn! She'd forgotten how great he was at working her into a frenzy. She gripped the door handle even though she knew he had a firm grip on her stability. |
| "Mmm...you are so delicious,"he mumbled against her feminity; the soft vibration of his voice sending a tremor throughout her. His tongue darting inside of her intermittent with the lavish stroke of his tongue over her, nearly shot her over and beyond. But before she had any say in the completion of her pleasure, he rose from his position. Pretend you're horrified that you could do this to her. Now of all times. He painted the expression on as he met her eyes. "Nick. What's going on?" "I..I...I can't do this to you." "You were doing pretty well there until you stopped,"she lightened; not sure where his sudden bout of guilt had come from. "I'm serious Di. I can't do this to you. You told me you didn't want to and yet I continued." She certainly hadn't had thoughts of this being wrong since the minute Nick gained control over her inihibitions. He had a strange way of doing it too. For as much as she did hate him before, she wanted his hands all over her and his body deep inside of her. At least for right now. She loved Howie but one more time wouldn't hurt. At least she had herself convinced that it wouldn't. He turned his back toward her; exhausting a sigh of regret and adding a slice of his fingers through his hair for effect. "Nick, come on,"she lay her hands on his shoulders and softly pressed her lips against his back. "You're not to blame here." "How can you say that Dianna?"He turned back to her. His body aching so bad for her right now it wasn't even funny. |
| "I know it's not right."Her eyes turned downward."But you just feel so damn good right here next to me."Looking up to catch his eye."This one, last time won't hurt anybody will it?" Oh she was making this way too easy. He was having a hard time denying the warm satin feel of her flesh against his. The only thing this one last time was gonna hurt was Howie. He was gonna make sure of that. He silently moved toward the couch and sat down."If you don't believe it will then I don't believe it will either,"he agreed with her. He bought that? Well if she was gonna have her way with him just one last time she may as well make it the way she wanted it. She straddled him and eased onto his rigid length. Oh Damn but did this feel good. Damn! Why hadn't he let her have this control before. Was he really ready to let this go? He thought as she ground her hips into him. She did look rather tasty as she rode him; her breasts taunting him to take the power away from her. He managed to latch onto one; merely redirecting her hips into a grinding action. She was merciless. She wanted this and when it came down to it, he would come out the innocent party in all of this. He did regain control as the power shifted. He thrust from beneath her. His thrusts becoming more volatile with each move. No words were spoken; only moans and groans confirming the satisfaction being given. His hands cupped her ass as he made his final assault on her body. She gripped the back of the couch as her body tensed in reaction. One thing about the boy. He knew how to fuck. No doubt about that. She fell against his chest; his hands skimming her over her back. He softly trailed kisses over her shoulder and when he reached her ear he softly whispered,"Stay with me." |
| What was he doing to her?"Nick, I can't stay with you ." "Sure you can." "I really can't,"she lifted her head from his shoulder. "Sure you can Di." The voice overhead drew her gaze upward. Her heart sank. There was no way out of this one. Nick laid his head back agains the couch."Oh hey Howie,"he said nonchalantly; the knowing smirk sliding across his lips. Howie dropped the small blue box between Nick and Dianna."Just a little token of the love you could have had forever." |
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