Kiss To Forget (Blairwood University #2) - Anna B. Doe Page 0,77
feel his chuckle against me, and I want to swat him on the head for teasing me like he does, but I also want him to fuck me.
His teeth graze over my clit before he sucks on it. A wave of pleasure hits me unexpectedly, making my whole body shudder in release.
Holy fuck!
My eyes fall shut, and I swear I can see stars.
“I need to be inside you,” Nixon murmurs in my ear, his hot body covering mine.
He pulls the bedside drawer open, his hand disappearing inside and coming out with a foil package. He rips it open and puts it over his cock in record time.
Pulling my legs apart, he settles between my thighs. His hands slide over the sides of my body, leaving goosebumps in his wake.
“So soft.”
He slides up the inside of my thigh, his fingers finding my opening and easily sliding inside, testing my wetness. “All over. And so fucking wet. Are you always so wet, Yasmin?”
He pumps his fingers slowly inside me, stretching me, his thumb spreading the wetness over my clit in slow circles. I moan as he hits just the right spot, but then his fingers pull back. “Are you?” he demands, but I already forgot what the question was. There is no way I can think coherently with his fingers inside me like that.
“Yes,” I say, not really caring what the question was as long as it’ll give me what I need. Him buried deep inside me.
“Stop teasing me, Nix.”
He chuckles, hooking his hands under my knees. “Always so demanding.”
And then he slowly pushes inside me.
I tried to convince myself that the first time was just a fluke. I’d had sex before and it was good, enjoyable even, but being with Nixon felt different, felt like something more. It was impossible, right? But no matter how hard I tried to convince myself—unsuccessfully, I might add—it wasn’t just my imagination. Being with Nixon is even better than I remember. When we’re together like this, everything seems to fall into place, and there is nothing that can touch us.
I slide my hands over his back, holding onto his wide shoulders as he pulls back and thrusts back in, harder this time.
“You feel so fucking good.” He nuzzles into my neck. “How is that even possible?”
“I don’t know.” I shake my head. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I pull him closer, deeper. “Harder, please…”
Nixon speeds up his pace, and I meet him thrust for thrust. Sweat and droplets of water from our shower earlier still cling to our skin, so it’s hard to hold on. My hands slide down and he grabs them in his, our fingers interlocking above my head.
“I’m going to come,” Nixon grits through clenched teeth, barely holding on for control.
“So c-close…” My eyes fall shut. So, so fucking close.
“Look at me,” he hisses, and my eyes snap open, zeroing in on him. The hard lines of his face, sweat coating his forehead, his muscles flexing with every thrust.
“I need you to come for me,” he says, thrusting harder. He’s not even bothering to pull out, just going deeper and deeper.
“Nixon…” I breathe, frustrated as the tension builds inside of me, but unable to find the release.
“Yas.” He buries his head in the crook of my neck, his teeth biting into the sensitive skin as he pushes inside me. He’s so deep our pelvises meet, my clit rubbing against him.
“There,” I say, so he does it again. Once, twice, on the third thrust he erupts inside of me, pulling me over the edge with him.
“Any plans for the weekend?” I ask a while later, my finger sliding over his smooth skin.
Somewhere in the meantime, night has fallen, but neither of us bothered to get up and close the shutters or turn on the light.
Nixon stiffens in my arms. It lasts barely a second, but I can feel him exhale slowly as if he’s trying to get a grip on himself before his body relaxes once again against mine.
“I’m going home.”
My heart squeezes, aching for him.
“How are they?” I ask softly, unsure if he wants to talk about it.
Seriously, is there a policy on how to ask your—friend, hookup, fuck buddy?—about his dying mother after you just had sex? If so, sign me up because I desperately need some guidance.
Nixon sighs, his arms tightening around me. I take it as a good sign, nuzzling more into his embrace. “Jade’s struggling. She doesn’t say it, but I can hear it in her voice.”