“You’ll think about it?” She asked as she ran her tongue along the seam of her lips, savoring the flavor of him that lingered on her soft flesh.
He grinned at her as he toyed with the thin strap of her tank top. “Alright, alright, you’ve pulled my arm.” He looked at her, a little more serious now. “No backing out now. No running to the bathroom and telling me you can’t do this. No more excuses.” He waited a beat. “If you get nervous, you talk to me about it.” He said sternly.
Her teeth grazed her lower lip before she slowly nodded. “I won’t back out this time.” She grinned at him sheepishly. “In fact, I think we should seal the deal.” She said as she tantalizingly started to lift the hem of her tank top.
His eyes roamed up her body as she lifted her shirt higher over her breasts and eventually over her head. He let out a sharp breath as he stared at breasts that were overflowing from the top of her scantily lace bra. He thanked Christ for the miracle bra, and lifted his gaze as she reached behind her to unclasp the bra.
Her lips curved into a grin. “You like what you see?” She unhooked the bra and dropped her hands to the side, not yet letting the straps slide down her arms. She crossed her arms and slowly brought the straps down each arm, her eyes never leaving his.
“You’re beautiful.” He said huskily and watched as she dropped the lace bra to the floor. She uncrossed her arms and tucked her legs under her so she was in kneeling position. She crawled across the couch and onto his lap, wrapping her arms around his neck. Her bare breasts pressed against his fitted T-shirt. She leaned her forehead against his and looked at his lips. He looked up at her from his hooded eyes and exhaled sharply. “So fucking beautiful.” He muttered and wrapped his arms around her waist.
His hands splayed across the small of her naked back before they traveled down to her ass. Her thin linen pants not leaving much to his imagination. He cocked his head slightly, allowing his lips to fit with hers. Softly and tenderly his lips fused with hers. The kiss was different than usual. The urgency had been replaced after all they had all the time in the world, no need to rush their loving. She relaxed in his arms and returned the kiss in the same fashion he had initiated it. ‘His tongue dipped between her well-kissed lips and engaged in a lustful battle with hers.
Nick faintly heard the banging on the door, but chose to ignore it; apparently Sam and he weren’t on the same page with letting their intruder disappear. She pulled away slowly and glanced over her shoulder as the banging persisted.
Nick growled at the door and Sam turned around, her frown, turning into a slight smile based on his reaction. He reached for her again. His was dick straining against her as she shifted on his lap, causing him to groan. “Babe you’re killing me. C’mon, if you ignore whoever it is they will go away.” He reached for her again, and she leaned into him, her lips a whisper apart from his. The knock sounded louder. He almost had her on his side. He grimaced and cursed whoever was on the other end of that door.
“What if it’s Luke?” She said and pulled back, and slid off his lap. Her eyes pleaded with Nick’s. “I mean really who else could it be?”
Nick roughly rubbed his face with the palms of his hand. She was right, odds are it was Luke. No one else would come knocking like lunatic at this hour. He threw his head back against the couch and took a deep breath, mentally counting backwards hoping that did the trick in deflating his ever-growing dick.
“Nick?” Sam asked as she grabbed her tank top off the floor, forgoing the bra and just tugging it over her head.
“Okay.” He said exasperated and stood up. He glanced down at her making sure she was decent. Her breasts were standing to attention, saluting him, he made a silent promise to them that he would take care of them before he turned around and made his way to the door. Another knock sounded, even more frantic than the last bunch. “Jesus, man hold on!” Nick said and pulled the door open.
His mouth dropped slightly in shock, but he quickly recovered. Sam came up behind him and he felt her completely freeze beside him. He wanted to slam the door in Erica’s face and drag Sam back off to bed, pretending as if he never answered the door in the first place.
Erica rolled her eyes and placed a hand on her hip as she looked at Nick expectantly. “Aren’t you going to let me in? You left me out here long enough.” She went, to push him aside when she noticed Sam. “Sam.” She said in almost a whisper, not remembering the last time she had even spoken to the girl she once called her best friend, yet alone the last time she saw her.