Love Me One More Time (Nick and Alaia) novel Chapter 73

Alaia

Nick stopped kissing me and his gaze connected with mine. I could only see a burning fire in his eyes, and I wanted to burn. The desires I had repressed during this time came to the surface, without me being able to control them,” and I didn’t want to. I was going to forget everything for this night.

I didn’t say a single word. I brought one of my hands to his hair, pulled him towards me, and opened my lips to receive him. He didn’t make me wait, and I tasted the flavor of his mouth once more.

Without stopping to look at me, his strong hands caressed my waist and lifted the white shirt I was wearing. I squirmed at the tingling sensation from the contact of his fingers, and that’s when my breasts moved heavily and his gaze went to them. I noticed I was putting on a wet t–shirt show, as my n*****s were visible over the top and the blouse that were supposed to cover them. My buttons were erect, and it wasn’t just from the cold of the damp fabric.

Nick moved his thumbs towards my buttons and touched them gently, making my core throb.

I inhaled almost inaudibly, opening my mouth at the sensation, and he gave me a desperate kiss that made me lose control. I pressed the muscles of his arms as he supported himself on both sides of my body.

He began to lift my blouse while his hands roamed over my torso and breasts. Soon the garment disappeared from my view, just like my top. He settled beside me, and his fingers traced the skin from my neck to the center of my breasts until they reached the waistband of my pants, where with one hand he opened the button and the zipper. He stood up, his fingers caressing the skin of my waist before pulling the pants down my hips. The smooth skin of my legs was exposed, and Nick kissed them tenderly, tracing them until he reached my mouth. I felt my panties completely wet.

‘Nick settled back down beside me and started giving me short, wet kisses, his hands caressing my legs. With his dark, desire–filled gaze, he slowly ran over me, allowing himself to touch every inch of me, making my skin prickle at his contact.

“So f*****g perfect,” he said before taking my breast and running his eager tongue over it. My body jolted, even more so when his mouth closed around my bud and sucked hard. I let out a low moan as my nerve endings sent the message to my flower, and it throbbed, releasing a stream of my nectar that further moistened the flesh of my lips.

He made a sound of emptiness as he released my n****e to move to the other. His hand slowly glided towards my wet center and filled with it over the panties, making a sound of pleasure as he felt my wetness.

“So wet, for me,” his voice was hoarse; his fiery gaze returned to my face. I closed my eyes and remembered that he had used those words every time he had made me his. One of his fingers traveled up and down my slippery slit. Nick didn’t miss any of my reactions as the muscles in his arm rippled with the movement of his hand, which was doing the work between my legs.

I let out soft moans and my breathing had quickened.

I bit my lip and he took them before I could hurt myself. I could feel his hand moving up my abdomen and into my panties, his fingers searching for my pleasure point. I flinched when he found it; his finger circled around it and started moving in circles. I moaned louder, caressing his cheek, feeling his beard. He looked at me, enjoying my reactions and my blushing face.

“Yes, love, come to me,” he kissed me soundly and looked at me, fascinated.

I felt that every move had been calculated by him, that he had thought about this moment a thousand and one times.

He kept moving his finger until my body started to contract. Nick kissed my shoulder and moved quickly until his head reached my legs in a second. He moved the small panty aside and sucked my wet lips. I moaned loudly and pressed the fabric of the blanket.

“Nick!” I screamed as his tongue moved while his mouth continued to drink from me, and I dissolved on his face. “Heavens,” I moaned, and my body trembled as the powerful orgasm took over me.

“Aaaaahhh,” the strong explosion of pleasure left me motionless, my pupils rolled back, and I fell weakly onto the bed, trying to catch my breath and regain control of my body.

His tongue moved from bottom to top on my still sensitive slit; I gripped his hair tightly.

Nick looked at me from his position. I could see how excited he was. He stood up and I saw his finger tracing the small cesarean scar. He left a kiss on it and moved between my legs, forcing me to open them wider for him. I didn’t know when he had gotten rid of the pants he was wearing, nor did it matter. I caressed his chest and his heavy member fell on my abdomen; a drop of his essence glistened on its tip. My hand moved towards it and my thumb ran over the tip, moistening it with his own liquid.

A growl sounded in his chest and I lifted my gaze. He pressed himself against my center and moved his hips up and down, mixing his nectar with mine. He kissed me to intensify the sensation.

He separated our faces and caressed me.

“You have no idea how much I’ve longed for this moment,” he confessed and kissed my nose, settled beside me, and made my head rest on his chest. His heart beat strongly, and for a second, I felt like time hadn’t passed for us.

I fell asleep and in an instant, I felt a hand caressing my skin, waking me up. I looked at him and couldn’t believe he was here. Nick kissed me and brought his hand to my already throbbing center. I thought no more than twenty minutes had passed since I had fallen asleep, but he was ready again.

It hadn’t changed.

I opened my mouth to speak; his finger on my lower lip made me forget what I was going to say.

“Shhh,” he kissed me and we made love again.

I woke up with difficulty and saw a small light coming through one of the windows. I felt Nick kiss my shoulder and get up. I blinked a couple of times and moved in bed to finish waking up.

When I finished opening my eyes and thought I was more awake, I sat up in bed and covered my nudity with a thin sheet. I looked at the entrance of the room, but my eyes went to the chair next to the bed, where Nick was sitting with his elbows on his knees, his gaze on his hands. He had put on a new pair of pajamas.

“Do you have any idea how many Alaias there are in this country?” he began and looked up.

I turned my whole body towards him.