A few moments later, she realized that was not gonna happen, so she decided to wake Nick up. She dropped a few soft kisses on his chest. "Nicky, wake up baby," she whispered in his ear. He didn't budge. She traced the edge of his ear with her tongue. "Nicky, baby, wake up."
"Huh?" he said sleepily.
"Wake up hun," she said softly.
He laid there for a few minutes, then shot his eyes open, remembering how ill she felt earlier. "What? Are you ok baby?"
"I'm better hun, thanks to you. Now tell me, what were you dreaming about?" she asked playfully.
He grinned sheepishly. "You."
"What about me?" she teased, liking where this was going.
"About what I plan on doing to you once you get better," he teased back.
"I just said I was better."
He felt her forehead, which was still a bit warm, but not as bad as before. "You've still got a fever. Lemme go get you some more medicine," he said, pulling back the covers and getting out of bed.
"You better get that dick back into bed. I don't need anymore medicine. Besides, why dream about it when you can have it?" she said seductively. "I heard you moan in you sleep babe. Care to show me what you were dreaming about?" she asked, brushing her hand over the slight bulge in his boxers.
"Hun, you're not at 100% right now. You think you can handle it?" he teased, crawling back into bed and hovering over her on his hands and knees.
"Well, dear, there's only one way to find out," she said, bringing his head down, initiating a steamy kiss. In the blink of an eye, both were naked, hands and lips running everywhere on each other. Nick began kissing down her body, until he was hovering over her center. He didn't move. His hot breath was driving her crazy. She leaned her head up and immediately her eyes were locked with his. "Make me better Nicky," she whispered. Instantly his mouth found her center. He began licking up until he found her clit. He lazily licked circles around it, then plunged a finger into her, which received a gratifying groan from Wendi. He teased her and teased her slowly, not letting her find her release that she needed.
She was frustrated, that's for sure. She needed her release, and he sensed it. He loved seeing the look of pure frustration radiating off her face. But she had had enough of his games. She brought her knee up, gently forcing him off of her and onto his back. Quickly, she straddled him and brought herself down on him, sighing at the pleasure of him filling her up. He was shocked at the sudden turn of events. He liked it when she was riding him, but he wasn't going to have any of that tonight. He swiftly rolled her over, still inside her, but didn't move. Wendi kept moving her hips, hoping to get something started, but failed. He brought his head down and kissed her lovingly. He broke the kiss and looked into her eyes, smiling. "Would you stop the dominatrix games for once? Just lay back and let me make you better." He began softly moving in and out, hearing a satisfying moan escape her lips.
"More Nicky, I need more," she pleaded. He increased his speed a little, falling into a nice, steady rhythm. He dropped his head to her chest, softly licking and sucking on her breasts.
"Dammit Nick, that feels good," she moaned in appreciation.
"You do too baby." His own need for release was creeping up on him as he increased his thrusting just a bit more.
"Jesus Nick. Faster, dammit, faster." Even when he was on top, she seemed to be the one in control. He couldn't help it. Her voice alone melts him, but when they're in bed together, her commands turn him into a jellyfish. He began thrusting into her feverishly. Their moans got increasingly louder and louder.
"Oh baby, I'm almost there. I can't hold out much longer," he said panting, dropping his head into the slope of her shoulder.
Licking the rim of his ear, she whispered, "Make me better Nicky." Immediately, her walls clamped around him, signifying her oncoming orgasm. He thrusted a few more times, before they both were consumed by their orgasms.
Once breathing had returned to a somewhat normal state, she crawled back into his arms, head resting on his chest. "They were wrong all along," she said.
"What do you mean?" he asked confused.
"Laughter isn't the best medicine," she replied. "Nicky is."
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