“I have dreamed of tasting you again,” he told her. “The hunger gnaws at me until I can barely stand it.” He dipped his head and gave her one long, slow lick between her folds.
Nicki moaned and fisted her hands in his hair. Another slow lick, and her heels pressed into his upper back coaxing him deeper. Sean was only too happy to oblige. He wrapped his arms beneath her legs and held her in place at the hips, burying himself in her sex from nose to chin.
She couldn’t move, pinned by his superior strength. He nibbled her sensitive spots, penetrated her with his tongue, licked her flesh until she couldn’t stand it anymore.
“I need to taste you, Sean,” she gasped. “Please, please, let me taste you, too...” Sean quickly removed the rest of his clothes. Then, in one smooth move, he lifted her up and twisted her so that his back lay on the bed and she was on top of him. Another deft maneuver and she straddled his face, her mouth poised above a very thick, engorged erection.
There would be no subtle seduction, not this time. He was okay with that. They had a lifetime for that. He needed her here, now.
She drew him into her mouth, sucking hard and fast, putting her hands to immediate use. She stroked the base in rhythm with her lips and tongue, fondling his balls and tugging gently.
Sean sensed her rapidly rising climax, doubling his efforts. Licking, sucking, nipping until she could hold out no more, shattering with a heart wrenching cry of his name.
Sean pinned her to him, extending her orgasm as long as possible while trying to contain his own. When he was satisfied that he had wrung as much from her as he could, he released his iron grip and lifted her. She fought him like a little tigress, unwilling to relinquish him.
As much as he loved her sweet mouth, he needed something else. “Baby, please,” he pleaded. “I need to be inside you.”
She growled, and had he not been so consumed with desire he might have laughed at the very perfection of it. She gave him one last long, lingering pull that nearly did him in before rotating on his chest.
“Ride me, woman,” he commanded, lifting her above his straining erection. She obeyed instantly, without hesitation. She placed her hands on his chest and impaled herself upon him so forcefully he sucked air between his teeth and cursed. For a moment she remained suspended, letting her body adjust to his generous girth and length.
Then she looked down at him and smiled wickedly. “Mine,” she told him, lifting slowly, contracting her inner muscles as she did so, erotically milking his cock until only the tip remained inside her.
His eyes widened; his hands gripped her hips as her nails curled into him. Then she slammed down again, another perfectly executed impalement, using the speed and force to rob him of his breath.
“Jesus, baby, that is so fucking good,” he moaned as her slow, squeezing ascent had him drawing blood from his bottom lip.
“Don’t fight me, baby,” she crooned, her voice low and feral. “Give me what I want.”
Another swift penetration, so thorough he felt the entrance to her cervix. “Take it,” he choked out. “Ah, God, baby, just take it before you kill me. It’s so good... it’s so fucking good...”
She increased her pace, riding him hard, keeping the penetrations deep and violent. As much as he loved it, he was glad she was in control. He would have been afraid to take her this fiercely, but one look in her eyes and he saw the fire, the hunger, the need that he knew was reflected in his own.
He felt her muscles beginning to contract even more. Dear God, she was going to tear herself apart if she kept this up. He clamped down on her hips and took control, thrusting from underneath. Nicki’s head fell back as she climaxed again. This time, he joined her.
Exhausted, she fell across his chest, panting heavily. “Needed that...thanks,” she wheezed, before closing her eyes and succumbing to sleep. Sean used the last of his strength to wrap his arms around her and hold her close. Then he whispered a silent prayer of thanks.
––––––––
“Christ, you two fuck like rabbits,” Taser grumbled the next morning. He’d ended up spending the night in his workout shed, unable to get a moment’s peace. While Nicki blushed slightly, Sean was completely unrepentant. “Honduras,” was all he said, and Taser didn’t say another word.
By the afternoon, Nicki was packed and ready to leave. While Sean was loading things into the copter, Taser pulled Nicki into a hug. “You take care of him, Nix, you hear me? He needs someone like you to watch out for him.”
Her eyes glittered. “I thought you said he was supposed to take care of me.”
Taser winked. “Nah. I only told him that because he has such low self-esteem.”
“I really should have shot you when I had the chance.” Sean’s voice sounded from very near.
Taser laughed. “Yeah, you probably should have. Invite me to the wedding, will you?”
“Not a chance,” Sean mumbled, though Nicki could tell he didn’t mean it. As much as they liked posturing against one another, it was obvious these two shared a deep, mutual respect.