Anne Rainey - Touching Lace (12 page)

Sitting back on his haunches, he pulled her top up over her head, and threw it on the floor. She wasn’t wearing a bra and his eyes drank in her delicate form. Baby-pink. That

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was the shade of her nipples. They were large and puffy. He’d never seen anything sweeter, or more tempting.

“Oh, baby, you are every man’s fantasy come to life, and you’re all mine.” Not giving her a chance to respond, he leaned down and sucked one pink tip into his

mouth, rolling it with his tongue and biting it lightly, giving in to the frantic need clawing at him. He closed his eyes and savored her unique flavor.

One last lick and he released the hard bud then pulled back to gaze into her eyes. “You taste as good as you smell. Somehow I knew you would.” His voice was almost unrecognizable even to him. He descended onto the other breast, brushing it with his tongue while his hand was busy toying and kneading the other.

“Nick, please, I want you.”

It was almost too much. He stopped his ministrations and taunted, “Good, I want you crazy for it, Lace.” Then he crawled down her body, and undid the fly to her jean shorts. He slithered them down her strong, runner’s legs, kissing each inch of flesh he exposed. He stopped in surprise when he got her shorts off all the way and looked at her panties. “Christ, had I known what you were wearing I would have moved a hell of a lot faster.”

She wore a lacey turquoise thong. Nick could clearly see her brown curls underneath the scarce covering. The beautiful sight fired his blood.

It made him so hard he ached.

“Did I ever tell you that turquoise is my favorite color?” he asked, his eyes never leaving her nest of curls. When he thought he heard a whispered “no”, he groaned, “Well it sure as hell is now.”

With her shorts all the way off, he looked down at her. Passion darkened her pale blue eyes and her face was rosy from the scrape of his morning stubble. Her damp, silky hair fanned out across the cushion. He had a moment to think of just how sexy she appeared. His gaze darted to her nipples, distended and wet from his loving. He rumbled his approval and fondled the firm globes. He’d waited for this moment far too long and yet it was better than he’d ever imagined. He felt like a kid with a new toy.

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Lacey brought up her hands in a modest attempt to cover her body from his view. He wouldn’t let her hide. Nick clutched her wrists in one of his fists then raised them above her head. She was totally exposed to him. Vulnerable and submissive. His dick throbbed.

“Don’t ever cover yourself from me,” he ordered. “I won’t have you feeling embarrassed. Remember lesson one?”

She nodded.

“Mmm, good girl.”

He lowered his head and kissed the wetness between her thighs. He sucked her tiny nub into his mouth, panties and all. Lacey went wild beneath him. It was so damn erotic to suck on her swollen clit through lace.

She tried to pry her hands free, but Nick wouldn’t let her. He held her still and continued to keep her restrained while he teased and stroked her to a fever pitch. All at once, she moaned his name and pushed her pussy into his eager mouth as her climax washed over her.

While she continued to pulse and arch into him, Nick knew it was the first time he’d tasted heaven. At Lacey’s wild response, he had to wonder how long it’d been since she’d had an orgasm. Hadn’t Evan considered Lacey’s pleasure over his own? Probably not, the selfish prick. He could kill Evan. Still, Nick was glad to be the man to make her come so completely undone now. He’d never heard a more beautiful sound.

When her spasms subsided, he demanded, “Open your pretty eyes, Lace.” When she obeyed, his voice turned as hard as steel. “You’re mine now.” He licked her clit once more, sealing the deal. “Every delicious inch of you.”

Lacey couldn’t speak if her life depended on it. She’d never experienced anything to compare to what he’d just done. He hadn’t even taken off her panties. Hell, she would agree to just about anything if it meant he’d do that again.

Completely sated and wonderfully relaxed, Lacey decided to close her eyes and savor the satisfaction for just a moment, though when she did Nick’s weight lifted.

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Curious, she opened them again. He was sitting in the couch’s matching blue recliner adjacent to her, his head in his hands.

She lifted to a sitting position by sheer force of will. “Nick, what’s the matter?” He lifted his head and stared at her. “Baby, I need a shower. A damn cold one. If I

don’t get it quick, I’m liable to jump you.”

Lacey got up from the couch, wearing only the damp thong panties, and walked over to stand directly in front of him. She stood so he was eye level with her breasts then brazenly asserted, “One good turn deserves another.” While he watched, she slowly got down on her knees in front of him, placed her hands on his shoulders and gently pushed him backwards. He resisted.

“You don’t have to do this. I only wanted to make you feel good. Christ, I needed to make you feel good.”

Lordy, he was adorable. His expression was so loving and tender and sweet. Lacey’s heart swelled. “I’m not doing this because I have to, Nick. I want to touch you, to feel your hard cock in my hands. Please don’t deny me.”

It was the truth. She did want to touch him. She wanted to bring him to climax in the same way he had her. She wanted to watch as he lost all control.

“God, baby, I’m so fucking hard for you right now. I’m afraid I won’t be gentle, and I don’t want you afraid of me.”

Even his voice sounded ruthless, but she wasn’t letting him go to a cold shower. “Then don’t be gentle,” she whispered. “Nothing you do could ever frighten me. I trust you.”

She leaned forward and licked his nipple, touching the curling dark hair with her tongue. She heard him groan then he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her forward. She licked a sensual path down his muscled chest to his flat stomach.

“Do you like that?” she asked in a hushed tone. “Do you like my tongue on you, Nick?” She thought she heard him mumble something. She was sure it was as close to a yes as she was going to get.

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“That’s good, because I love tasting you.” She leaned back and unzipped his already unbuttoned pants. They weren’t loose fitting, but she was able to reach inside to cup him.

“You are so hard…so big.” She couldn’t keep the shock out of her voice. “For you, baby, hard for you,” he gruffly replied.

She pulled her hand free and started to yank his pants down, desperate to see him, to touch him without any barriers. Lacey had never felt so wild before. So anxious to stroke. To feel with her tongue. Make love with her mouth.

It was a major turn-on. Her own desire mounted again at the thought of giving him oral pleasure. She always assumed it was only the man that benefited. How wrong. She’d been wrong about a lot of things. She also knew in her heart that it would not be the same for her. Only with Nick could she melt this way.

“Help me take your pants off, Nick.”

He raised his buttocks off the chair then pushed his pants and boxers down to his ankles. He sat back again and watched her. Tracked her every movement like a jungle cat ready to pounce.

It thrilled her to have Nick’s warm brown eyes zeroed in on her. Lacey looked at his rigid length then back up at him. She smiled naughtily. “I’m one lucky girl.”

She wrapped her hand around the base of him and touched his dripping tip with her tongue. She tasted his male essence and salty arousal.

His fingers dug deep into her hair, clutching her scalp. She peered up at him, and while they locked eyes, Lacey opened her mouth and sucked him deep. She watched as he threw his head back and groaned. She took him in farther then slid his hot length all the way out again. She teased the bulbous head with her tongue and heard him curse. She smiled, enjoying herself. Suddenly, his gentleness was gone and he took the lead right

back.

“You’re playing with fire, baby,” Nick growled then grabbed handfuls of her hair on both sides of her head, and guided her down until her mouth was stuffed full with his girth. His balls pressed against her chin, and Lacey moaned in delight. She closed her eyes, bent her head slightly and sucked him down her throat.

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He was buried balls deep inside of her mouth now, and she knew he was all but ready to explode. She’d won their little game of tug-o-war. Of course, she didn’t think Nick was all that unhappy about losing.

She continued to suck on him, licking and teasing then deliberately pressed her naked breasts against his hair-roughened thighs, massaging her aching nipples against his skin. As she swirled her tongue around his heavy length and played with the slit at the very tip, Nick lifted his hips off the chair and pushed into her mouth so far she nearly gagged. Lacey took him even higher when she cupped his sac and squeezed. He bucked and clutched at her head, fucking her face then let out a roar and exploded. She drank every drop, hungry for his hot, salty fluid.