Cover Me With Dreams – The Short
“Damn, I look good!” Ciara made one more quick check of her hair before
dramatically flicking off the light in the bathroom. Giggling at her imitation
confidence, she jogged downstairs to meet Deanna.
They were great friends,
clubbing companions and for tonight, two women needing a desperate escape from
reality. The women hopped in Deanna’s truck to begin what would hopefully be a
night of partying, dancing and if dreams really did come true, some major
loving.
It was a small club, but
tonight it was the place to be. A local band was playing and truthfully, Ciara’s only plan was to catch up with and flirt with the
boys in the band. She was feeling particularly naughty this night. The ex had
called with yet another plea for reconciliation, drunk as usual. She hated men
at the moment, and yet she felt the need to be needed by one. Desperately.
The girls found a prime
table right in the center of the club and immediately began their own private
party. They knew all the guys in the band and knew they could cut loose
tonight, dancing, flirting and making playing a guitar incredibly difficult
with dance floor seduction. Let the games begin.
They were making an
obvious impact on the guys and at the first break, Chris, Ciara’s
friend, headed straight over to their table. “Where the hell have you been,
woman? You’re driving me nuts out here!” He wrapped her up in a hug, swinging
her around in a circle.
“Aw, you know me. I’m the
mystery lady. How are you?”
The old friends sat and
chit chatted through the break and Ciara’s need for a
man, frankly began to wane. Just to be noticed seemed to appease her enough.
Deanna was not to be satisfied and had already found herself a new partner for
the night, never to be seen until morning. “Well, I guess I’m on my own. Thank
you dear,
“Corona, Phil.”
Ciara leaned back against the bar, taking in the
atmosphere of the small club when she spotted him. A true blast from the past.
And my God, he was looking stunning tonight. Too bad he wasn’t alone. Distantly
attached at best, but obviously attached. She kept her distance and just
watched for a bit. The couple made their way to a table near the back, of course.
He couldn’t risk being recognized, but that was part of the blessing of such a
small place. Even with recognition, he could still sit back and have a quiet
evening with friends.
He owned the room. Always
did. The whole atmosphere changed when he sat down. Waitresses fluttered more,
men held onto their women more tightly, yet no one knew why. No one really knew
him here. It was just…him. As for the man? He was clueless. He’d seen it all
his life and just stopped noticing. As for Ciara?
Well…she’d known him for years, from her memory it felt like forever. She’d
known him when he was just a scrawny little pre-pubescent boy, an unknown, when
no one wanted him outside of a partner for a game of one-on-one or a video game
battle. Then came the hard work, the overseas success, and finally, he was a
hometown hero. She was there for all of it, if not up close and personal, on
the sidelines watching, reading, keeping an eye on
things. And always, every time he needed someone familiar, something
comfortable, something secure, Ciara was there for
him.
But now, it had been a
year or more since they’d last talked. Sure, she continued to watch his career.
Continued to keep an eye on his romances. Always worried at the validity of the
rumors. She never left his side, even if their contact virtually disappeared.
Somehow, she knew she was still in his heart. Maybe because he would always
have a home in hers. No one could take his place. No one was ever invited to.
And as she watched him talk to his girl, meet a few locals, throw back his own
bottle of
******~~~~~~******~~~~~~
The band took their place
for their second set and Ciara took her seat,
shifting her chair around so she could see both the band and the new guest. She
just watched, allowing her body to keep time with the music that suddenly felt
more seductive than it had in its first set. One moment she’d flirt with the
band, the next she’d turn back to…oh dear. He caught her. Their eyes locked for
a moment and she quickly turned away. No, he wasn’t supposed to see her yet.
Back to the band where she
stayed for a few more songs, playing her rediscovered sexuality to the hilt
with her friend Chris. He was such a cocky son of a bitch, he probably figured
he was gonna get laid because of it. Silly man. He was just a tool now. A tool
to make her forget what a fool she’d been with men in the past. Help her
remember what power she really could have over a man, and maybe, just maybe, she’d
allow a man to have a little power over her as well. Equals. For once.
Reluctantly, she looked
back to the beautiful blonde and noticed he was alone. Where’d that extra
appendage go? Scanning the crowd, she spotted the woman. All over someone else.
Nice. But, Ciara had to admit she was grateful. An
open door was something Ciara rarely ignored and
tonight was not going to make that trend disappear. With a final wink up to
Chris, she got up, ordered 2 tequila shots and made her way to the back of the
room.
As she approached him, her
heart began to race. You’d think she’d never been with him before, like he was
a new conquest. But, for some reason, it felt new, and it was far from a
conquest. She just needed…wanted…what was she doing? What was her
purpose? Right now, it was to get across the room without spilling the shots
and hopefully make a memorable meeting with her past. Yes, that was her
mission.
And there he stood,
leaning against a bar ledge along the back wall. He was a star. He was her
friend. Blue jeans, a white wife beater, and a dark blue leather jacket hugged
his body, aching to be taken off. He’d added a few new accessories since she
last saw him. He always claimed to hate jewelry, but now he proudly displayed,
as she called it, his “Backstreet bling-bling”. Diamonds, silver, shiny, big
ole “BSB”. Gorgeous, especially on that neck and chest. And better yet, big,
beautiful diamond studs in each ear. Nice touch.
Already ignoring the
idiocy of his date, he was just enjoying the atmosphere, the anonymity, and the
music. His head bobbed casually to the beat, his gaze going particularly
nowhere. But then without warning, their eyes met and he lit up. An old friend,
an old love, a place of comfort. A smile spread across his face like a sunrise
from a month of clouds.
“Cici!!!!!!!!!”
“Nicky!”
She put the shots on the
bar and they quickly wrapped their arms around one another. But, before they
knew it everything around them seemed to stop. Both were taken with the peace
and comfort felt in one another’s embrace. Running a hand through her hair, he
sighed, “it’s been too long, Ci…how
are you? You okay?” He pulled her back and took her face in his hands. “God,
I’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you too,
baby. You resting up good?” She kept her arms wrapped around his neck as they
talked, and he spread his legs a bit to make it easier on her…make himself
shorter. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, couldn’t believe he’d seen her
tonight. She couldn’t get her heart to start pumping at the proper rate again.
Old friends catching up, old lovers wondering if there was still something
there. Two tired souls afraid to ever let go again.
“Yeah, just being home is
rest enough. It’s been too long. I’m sorry…” He tentatively reached up to touch
her face, afraid that if he touched her, she’d disappear into thin air.
“Don’t worry about it. I’m
just so glad to see you. You look wonderful.”
“Not looking so bad
yourself. “ Nick mindlessly looked up to find his date, seeing her practically
lap dancing on one of the patrons. God. His glance didn’t go unnoticed. Cici’s hold on Nick grew tighter.
“So, Baby…who’s the hootch tonight?” She looked him in the eye as she brought
her body in closer, making him shift his stance and take a tighter hold of her
hips where his hands had never left.
Shaking his head and
trying desperately not to get lost in the longing in her eyes, he finally tried
to pull away. This might be dangerous tonight. “Why do you always do this to
me, Ci?”
Not letting go, she simply
smiled. “Because I like to see you squirm, Nicky.” She raised up on her tiptoes
and kissed his cheek. “I brought a couple of drinks…old times’ sake?” She
finally let go of his neck and reached around to grab the shot glasses.
Without another word, Nick
took the glass from her, smirked at her idea and leaned into her neck. God, she
smelled good. He took a quick lick, reached around for some salt and a lime,
added salt to the wet spot and licked again, slower this time. Thankfully, her
knees didn’t buckle, even though she thought they might and she was able to get
the shot in him and offer a wedge of lime. As he leaned in to take it from her
teeth, she kept her eyes in his as long as physically possible. Damn. So blue.
So open. So deep.
They reversed the process
laughing at how she had to get on her tiptoes to even reach his neck. Lick.
Salt. Lick. Memories. Damn. He offered the shot, knelt down to her level for
the lime and wondered himself if he could stand upright after taking in the
lust in her eyes. They were friends. Fuck buddies. Why did it feel different
all of a sudden? Could it be that this is where her dreams were going to land
tonight? No. Couldn’t happen.
Before she could get lost
in him again, she tossed the lime in a nearby ashtray, offered a quick kiss and
started to walk away. She had to get out of there. “It’s been real, Carter.
Nice seeing you again!” As she turned toward the back door, she quickened her
pace. This could not happen tonight. This couldn’t happen again at all. She’d
accomplished her mission, right? Shots to the table, memorable moment. Done.
Her heart was too vulnerable now. She knew she’d want more from him than he was
ever able to offer. But, God, he was completely irresistible.
Just as she reached the
door, and damn did that hallway seem longer than usual, she felt someone grab
her arm and whip her around. Before she could focus, she was taken by a searing
kiss. Hard, passionate, and yes…familiar. Nick. She gave into it with a moan.
He pulled back and bore
his eyes into hers. “How about I make you squirm?”
Before she could answer,
he leaned down for another kiss. Less forceful, more passionate, more wanting.
She had to get out of there, but for some reason, she just couldn’t seem to get
her feet to move.
Finally, she was able to
gently pull away. No more words were exchanged. She simply smiled, turned and
walked out the door. Would he follow? Probably not. Did she regret it? Yes. No.
Not Nick. She could not do this again. She desperatelywanted to
do this again.
As the cool night air hit
her somewhat drunk face, she took a deep breath, grateful for the sensibility
that seemed to come along with it.
After a few moments she
heard a car come near her at a slow crawl. Trying to look back without really
looking, she caught a glimpse of Nick’s car. Damn. Good. What was he doing?
Before she knew it, tires squealed and he was gone. Damn. Good. What was she doing? No,
Ciara. Not tonight. You’ll both get hurt.
She kept walking, having a
nice private conversation with herself when she heard tires squealing again.
They sounded the same. Turning to the sound this time, she watched as the car
approached her side of the street and pulled up next to her. Sighing, she
stopped and turned to the window as it lowered from the inside.
“Get in.”
******~~~~~~******~~~~~~
“Where are we going?”
“Where do you want to go?”
Her eyes questioned, her
mouth said nothing. What was happening?
He looked to her almost
apologetically. He didn’t know either, but he couldn’t stop it now. It was too
late. “I’m sorry, Cici…I just…” He looked down afraid
he’d probably just made a horrendous mistake.
She gently lifted his chin
and turned his face to hers. So close. She could smell the tequila on his
breath and it was more intoxicating than the actual liquor had been. “Just
drive.” She leaned in and kissed his lips. So damned soft. “My house is
fine. You remember the way?”
Without another word, he
put the car in drive and began the familiar road to Ciara’s
home. He’d been there many times before, although it had been awhile. After a
brief silence, she had to ask. “So, uh, where’s the little woman?”
Nick sighed, never taking
his eyes off the road. Always the smart ass. “It’s Erika. She’s obviously found
someone else to play with tonight.”
“So am I your new play
thing? Is that what this is about?”
Silence fell as his grip
tightened on the steering wheel. Now it was her turn to look downcast. Nice
move, Ci…idiot.
He took a deep breath
before answering. “Don’t. Don’t do this, Ci. Just,
let’s just let it happen, okay?” Even without looking at her, she could see
that his eyes, his voice, his actions were saying things they’d never said to
her before. She wasn’t sure what she was reading. It couldn’t be desire. He had
Erika and he was Nick Carter for God’s sake. If it was pure desire, he could go
back in the bar, rip her out of the hands of the other man and have the fuck of
his life. Nope. Not desire. Maybe it was need. Could it be? What in the world
could she offer that Nick of all people, might need?
“Sorry. I’m just… This is
strange…something’s…” She sighed at her sudden lack of command over the English
language. “I’m scared, I guess.”
They came to a traffic
light and he finally turned to look at her. “Yeah, I know. But I couldn’t let
you walk out tonight.” His sigh equaled hers. There was something in the air
tonight and it was only present with her. He liked it. He didn’t want to waste
it. “That’s all I’ve got. Can we just leave it at that for now?”
Yep. It was need. And that
was okay. She needed to be needed right now anyway. Mutual need. Mutual trust.
“Yeah, we’ll leave it at that.” She offered a shy smile before sitting back in
her seat and closing her eyes. Terrified. Excited. Horny as all hell. In her
mind, she replayed the way his hair shone in the lights of the city, the way
his eyes danced in the reflection of hers. Yeah, need was good. Comfort was
good.
Nick was good.
The rest of the drive went
without words. Her hand spent the time resting on his thigh, sometimes taunting
him, sometimes just a nice, benign massage. He liked it. As he pulled into her
drive the atmosphere changed. A combination of teenaged anticipation and adult
knowledge of what was to come. Before he turned to get out of the car, he
leaned in to kiss her. Softly, gently, lovingly. The beginning to a dream? If
so, she did not want to wake up.
******~~~~~~******~~~~~~
Ciara bent over to retrieve her hidden key from under
the bush at the corner of her house. He smacked her ass and ran for the door,
knowing she’d have some sort of playful response. “Oh, you gonna play that way,
Carter?” She stood up straight and instead of chasing him, she slowly, sexily
made her way to the front door. “You’d better be a good boy tonight or it’ll be
a lot lonelier than you imagined.” As she slid by him, she gingerly ran the key
along his crotch line on her way to unlocking the door.
He moaned at her subtle
touch and said nothing, afraid he’d be embarrassingly incoherent. Ciara finally got the door open and she reached in to dim
the lights as they entered. Nick took the key from her hand and tossed it
aside, as he forcefully kissed her, pushing her back against the door, closing
it tightly. Her hands made their way over his shoulders, into his hair, one of
the many places she’d wanted her hands since seeing him across the bar. His
hands made their way down her body and over her hips as their tongues danced,
fought, caressed and loved.
She pulled back as much as
she could, noticing his hands had left her body and were now on either side of
her on the door. She was trapped. Or was she? You were only trapped if you were
where you didn’t want to be, right? To test her theory, she gently pushed him
away and quickly snuck out from under his arms. Being short has its advantages.
She taunted him with her eyes and ran up the stairs to the bedroom, sliding her
sandals off on the way.
Laughing at her slick
move, he pushed back from the door and watched her go, but for a moment. He
sure as hell wasn’t going to play too many games. With this woman, he could
lose. He was tired of playing, tired of losing, thrilled to finally have an
equal in the chase. He took off after her, following her lead, taking off his
shoes as he jumped the steps two at a time. “You can’t hide from me, wom-…ooof!”
Shoes. Hers. Now he was on
the floor and she was on the bed laughing hysterically. “You are so my hero,
Nick. Get up and make my dreams come true, big guy.”
He turned from his
position on all fours and plopped his butt down on the hallway floor laughing
at himself. He turned and looked at her in the bedroom smiling as she took
great delight in his spill. Damned woman. Finally up on his feet, he
leaned against the door frame with her sandals dangling from his fingers.
“Yeah, I’m a hero alright.
You have a closet for these things?” He picked up his shoes and tossed both
pairs by the wall just inside her door. “Or
are you just trying to injure me so we’ll be on a more even ground?”
She wanted to retort.
Wanted to say something smart. But all she could do was look at him. So fucking
sexy. So…god, she wanted him and bad. But it seemed like more tonight. She’d
had him before. Numerous times. What was so different this time? Why did she
want this time to be special? Why did he have that look in his eye? Why was he
walking so goddamned slow? And when was he going to get over here and
cover her with…? Yes…cover her with dreams.
Okay, he saw the look in
her eyes. All jokes aside, this was who he wanted tonight. This was who he had
wanted for years, and although he’d had her, he never had her. Maybe
tonight would change that. He finally reached the foot of the bed, grabbed her
ankles and slowly spun her around. He let go only to give way to the high
bedpost, allowing her legs to hang off the side of the bed. He ran a hand
through his hair and placed it back on the post, slowly lowering himself to his
knees, keeping his eyes in hers the whole time.
She thought she was going
to jump off the bed right there. When did he learn this crap? How could one
year make such a difference? How could he make her squirm, this crazy with just
one touch? His necklace caught the soft light in the room and cast a small
shine on his face.
Perfection. The guy was
simply perfection.
He finally let go of the
bedpost and ran his hands down her body, stopping briefly to brush over her
breasts. When he got to her waist, he began to unbuckle her belt and pants
licking his lips in anticipation. She mindlessly imitated the action. Before
she could think, he was sliding her jeans and panties over her hips and down
her legs. Off they came, and he redressed her legs with kisses and licks and
suckles all the way back up to his starting point. “God, I missed you so much, Ciara.”
Before she could answer,
before she could begin to think to answer, he took hold of her ankles
again, and set them gently on his shoulders, making her scoot down to the edge
of the bed. Kissing his way up her thigh, she finally felt his warm breath,
then his tongue on her center. Slowly, softly, gently caressing her, pleasuring
her, making her forget everything outside of this moment and time.
Other than the occasional
moan and shift of the sheets beneath her, there was silence. The giddiness of
the moments before had been left behind and they were totally engrossed in each
other. Her hands gently massaged his head, running her fingers through his
silky hair, not wanting him to stop what he was doing, but somehow wanting
more…all of him.
She was getting close to
the edge and he knew it. This is where the familiarity came into play and
neither would have traded it for the world. He pulled back and kissed his way
up to her naval, but she whimpered at his absence. He looked up to her and
smiled as he gently inserted a finger, then two inside her, stroking her
slowly. She moaned softly, but was so quiet. Not typical. He chuckled at that
thought and before kissing his way back down from her belly button, he took one
more look in her eyes, watching her move in pleasure, feeling her insides react
to his touch. “You okay?”
“Mmmm?” She finally looked
up at him and almost stopped breathing. There was the dream, right in front of
her. She took a moment and memorized that face…that look….pure concern for her
pleasure. This was new. Not from him, but… She was here…with him, and he knew
her and at that moment anyway, she felt beautiful. “Yeah, God, Nick…I’m
good…fine…” She gasped quietly and laid her head back on the bed as he smiled
back to her, letting his tongue and fingers continue their dance.
And dance they did. His
fingers worked her slowly, curling up just enough to drive her mad. His tongue
and mouth licked, sucked, flicked and toyed with her clit, sometimes trading
places with his fingers inside, sometimes just resting and making her pleasure
last all that much longer. Before long, her hands pulled out of his hair and
she grabbed at the comforter as she tensed and allowed him to take her over the
edge he had kept her on for so long. She called out his name as she came,
enjoying the ride of her orgasm and the continued warmth of his tongue as he
kissed and licked and tasted her. Yeah, she was just fine.
******~~~~~~******~~~~~~
He rested his head on her
thigh as she came down from her orgasm, gently rubbing her stomach,
occasionally teasing at her breasts,. As her breathing returned to normal, she
ran her hands through his hair, knowing how much he loved it. It calmed him
when he was a scared little boy, and comforted him when his heart had been
broken, his will had been bruised, his path on life
had been altered. Now, it was a touch of…could it be? Yes it could. It was a
touch of love. And right now, as nice as it was, it petrified her. She pushed
herself up to sit, quietly asking him to stand up.
She had to chuckle as he
stood, realizing he was still completely clothed, leather jacket and all. And
here she was, bottomless, feeling suddenly a bit vulnerable, if not even silly.
“What? This is not a time
to laugh at me…give me a complex.” He took her hand and pulled her to stand in
front of him.
“Ah, worry not, Big
Guy…you’re just, uh…” she pushed back the jacket from his shoulders, “…a bit
overdressed is all.” She couldn’t contain the gasp that left her lips as his
shoulders peeked out from the blue leather. A year’s growth on such a young man
did amazing things. So did a new tattoo. Sure, she’d seen it in pictures,
but…my god. A set of shoulders should not have this kind of power over a woman,
should they? As the coat hit the floor, she ran her fingers over the new
tattoo, smiling as he closed his eyes and goose bumps covered his body in
response to her touch. Her hands ran over his stomach and up his chest, with
her fingers catching under the necklace still hanging proudly from his neck. “Oooohhh…there’s only one other place I’d like to see this.”
He reached up and brushed
her hair from her face, kissing her cheek and working his way to her ear and
slowly down her neck to her shoulder. “On you?” He reached around and untied
the top of her shirt allowing it to drop forward, exposing her breasts. Now he
couldn’t contain his gasp as he saw her again. His dream. His girl. She was
always his girl. She just never knew it is all. Before he had a chance to work
his kisses lower, she pulled his face back up to hers.
“No, not on me, silly.”
She continued to work her fingers under the necklace and gently took it off of
him, smiling shyly as she turned to the bed post, raised on her tiptoes and
carefully placed it over the post allowing it to decorate their bed. Their…bed.
She liked that thought. She allowed him to pull her shirt over her head and
turned back to him to do the same. “Is that okay? You like it there?”
He helped her take off his
shirt and as his head reappeared from the fabric, he smiled. The smile that
melted her heart. “Yeah, looks perfect. YOU look perfect.” Tossing the shirt to
the floor, he finally got his reward. Cupping one breast in his hand, he
lowered his head to lick her nipple, moaning as it hardened at his touch. She
threw her head back amazed at the things this man could do with his tongue. He
worked his way back up to her face, wanting to taste her lips again.
When she tasted herself on
him from the scene only moments before, she had a sudden urge to push him on
the bed and screw him senseless. This slow, almost torturous method was
pleasing her just as well. She reluctantly pulled back from his kiss to avoid
allowing her body take over her mind and heart. Playful…let’s go playful and
make this last a bit longer. Truth was, she didn’t want it to end. Didn’t want
him to go home. So…
“Turn around. Let’s see
this new crap on your back.”
He chuckled, and did as
asked. “Crap? Body art, my dear…it’s body art.”
“Mmmm…since when is a
misspelling of the word ‘chaos’ body art?” She ran her fingers down the length
of the letters chuckling at them. What a dork for doing this to himself. “My
God, Nick it’s huge.”
He turned his head back to
her and smirked. “Most of the time I hear that from the front.”
She gently pushed his face
back around. “Shut up, Carter. You’re a pig, you know that?”
“Oink, oinnnnnnnnnggggggggg…..GOD…”
His knees almost gave out from underneath him as he felt her tongue going over
each of the letters on his tattoo…slowly, deliberately. He could distinctly
tell which letter she was on, she was being so slow and cautious. He grabbed
onto the bedpost for support as she reached the “s” and slowly slithered her
tongue down the center of his back, quickly sneaking it under the waistband of
his pants…the waistband that was surprisingly loose.
While she had worked her
way over his tattoo, she had been meticulously undoing his pants. How he never
noticed was beyond him, but damn…what a pleasant surprise. “We need to lose
these, dear.” She slid her fingers under the waistband of his pants and boxers,
lowering them over his hips, pulling the band out to let him finally spring
free from confinement. As she lowered his pants, she kissed his backside,
thighs and the back of his knees, making him giggle. “More body art on the
legs, I see…tsk, tsk, tsk. Step out of these, baby.”
Nick did as asked again,
kicking his pants to the growing pile. Unable to control this slow painful pace
any longer he turned around to take hold of her hands, and pulled her up to
stand. He wrapped his arms around her and lowered his lips to hers, letting his
tongue run over her bottom lip, over her teeth and slowly snake its way into
her mouth to meet with hers. She brought her body in close…as close as she
could, moaning at the total skin to skin contact. So soft. So warm. So…hard.
She stepped back enough to take hold of his length and began to slowly, firmly
stroke him, loving the way he felt, he moved, he grew at her touch.
He pulled back from the
kiss with a gasp, “Lay down.”
She now was the one to do
as asked, pushing her way back onto the bed, totally engaged in his eyes for
the hundredth time this night. He lowered himself onto her, also enjoying the
full body contact…running his hands all over her, spending time with each
breast, on her stomach, down each leg…but now…now it was time to make her
belong to him. To make him belong to her.
He lifted himself up and
spread her legs apart with his knee. She reached down to grab at his length
again, wanting to feel him here one last time before he disappeared inside her.
Their eyes met, their bodies met, and then…their bodies joined. Both moaned at
the sense of fulfillment as he entered her completely, slowly moving together
in time of their own choosing.
She reached up and touched
his face, amazed that after all these years of knowing him, his beauty could
still take her breath away. And maybe all those years of knowing him was
why…she knew him inside out. Even after a year of separation, she knew. And
that gave her an insight to a beauty that the rest of the world…all those that
clamored for a piece of him…could never get. Such a beautiful, strong, yet
vulnerable man.
His eyes closed at her
touch, wanting to shut out everything but them. Her fingers on his face, her
body under his, her legs wrapped around him…squeezing him closer, and…her.
Soft, warm, wet, tight. And her…her heart. It was present as much as her
body and he had never felt that way before with anyone, including with Ciara. It’d be one or the other. Heart to hearts or good
sex. They never crossed before. But now…
Now she was lost in the
moment. Her eyes had long left his face and Ciara had
thrown her head back just taking in the feelings, the sounds they were sharing.
He took advantage of her position and covered her neck, chest and breasts with
kisses and licks, taking time to play with each nipple, smiling inwardly at the
sounds she made at each new touch.
And then it happened. They
couldn’t take any more. She pulled his face back up to hers, running her hands
through his hair again, quickly kissing his cheek and over to his ear, rolling
the diamond stud around her tongue for a brief moment. When she had reached his
face again her eyes begged…and finally her lips followed.
“Nick…please.”
He smirked, knowing full
well what she wanted. He was there too, but seeing her this gone, this crazed
was more of a turn-on than he’d imagined. “Please, what?”
“Don’t. God, Nick…just…”
His pace had already quickened and he buried his head in her neck wanting to
just let it all go, yet wanting it to last all night. “Look at me, baby…I want
to see you.”
He lifted his head again,
stealing a few kisses along the way, and landed in her eyes. With that one
look, she cried out his name for the second time that night, totally losing her
grip on his arms as her hands smacked the mattress, clenching her legs around
him, pulling him deeper inside wanting to feel all of him. Seeing her
completely lose control like that, finished him off as well as a sound from
deep within his soul cried out and his body trembled inside hers.
He collapsed on top of
her, again resting his head in the crook her neck, whispering her name in
between kisses. She rubbed his back and ran her legs along the length of his,
not wanting to move, always wanting him that close, that near. They were
satisfied, they were sweaty, they were…confused.
What the hell had just
happened?
******~~~~~~******~~~~~~
He finally slid to her
side and let her snuggle into his chest, rubbing her hair and shoulders as they
settled. His heart continued to race though, not sure of what to say, what to
do, what was right. So he just laid still enjoying the quiet of the moment. As
did she.
But, the silence became
noisy and it was time to move forward. Where to? She snuggled her head into the
crook of his chest and arm, finally speaking. “Stay tonight, Nick. Please don’t
leave.”
He lifted his head from
the pillow and looked at her with questioning eyes. He’d never stayed. She’d
never stayed. It was an agreement made a few years back. Flirt. Fuck. Flee. The
rest was friendship and it worked for them. They were afraid an “over-night”
would kill it all, so it never happened. But now? Now things were different
anyway. Something had happened this night to change everything.
“Please, Nick.” She
touched his cheek and ran a finger over his lips. As he kissed its passing, she
asked again. “Stay?”
“I’m not goin’ anywhere, Cici. I’ll stay.”
Now it was her turn to
question…to be sure. She lifted her head and scooted up to look into his eyes.
They were so dark now. So deep. “I mean it Ciara. I’m
done. Done playin’. Done messin’ around. You’re who
I’ve been chasing all along anyway. I’m tired of running.”
She kissed him softly and
snuggled back into his chest again. “I’m tired too, baby. Let’s just rest
here.”
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