Anne Rainey - Touching Lace (15 page)

He picked her up and plopped her down on top of it, only releasing his hold long enough to yank her shirt up and off.

“I have to taste you, baby,” he groaned. “I need to know if you’re as sweet as I remember.”

Lacey laughed at the absurdity of his words. “It wasn’t all that long ago.” He lowered his head and mumbled something about short-term memories against her

nipple then pushed her backwards until she lay flat against the cold, hard surface of the tabletop. When his mouth grazed her flesh, all reason fled. He had the most addicting way of knowing exactly how she liked to be touched. The teasing scrape of his teeth against her flesh drove her to clutch his head in both hands and pull him more firmly against her. The strokes of his tongue on her nipples turned her sex liquid. She lifted her

legs, wrapped them around his waist and pulled his pelvis forward to meet hers. Nick lifted away from Lacey’s breast and stared as if in awe at the glistening wet

orb. “I just love the way you’re built.” He cupped both breasts in his hands and squeezed, wringing a whimper out of her. “Your perfect tits are so fresh and lush.” He looked into her eyes as he said, “And all mine.”

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Self-consciously, Lacey mumbled, “I’m not lush.” She thought again of Christy’s bountiful chest and wanted to cringe.

“Just my size.” Nick grinned then leaned down and kissed each of her nipples lightly and bit the turgid peaks. This time when he looked back into her eyes, she saw a fire burning that hadn’t been there before. Lacey wanted him to take her, hard and fast, but he seemed hesitant.

“Don’t ever put yourself down again,” he warned then pulled her off the table and hitched her higher around his waist. He began walking them out of the kitchen without another word.

Lacey was confused. On fire, but horribly confused. “I thought—” “Yeah, so did I, but I’ve changed my mind. I want you in my bed instead.” Lacey was starting to get seriously annoyed with Nick’s high-handed attitude.

Deciding to take advantage of the fact that her legs were still firmly wrapped around him, Lacey squeezed, hard, gaining his attention immediately.

“What about what I want? Did you even bother to consider that?” she snapped, feeling a wild need to scream.

His smile rocked her right off her axis. “Ah, now we’re getting somewhere. This is the way I want to see you. Full of fiery passion and doing something about it. You’ve not been very forthcoming with what you want, Lace. So, it’s been up to me to decide what was best.”

“What’s best?” she ground out from between clenched teeth. “Are you trying to piss me off? It’s not like I’ve been all docile and crap.”

He shrugged. “I am the sex instructor, remember?”

“Yeah, but it’s not as if I’m a submissive little lamb. You of all people know it.” Lacey wriggled and pushed against him until he reluctantly set her back on her feet.

She put her hands on her hips and all but declared, “I won’t have you deciding things for me. I am all for a guy being forceful and dominant, but pushy and arrogant is another thing altogether.”

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He leaned down until he was nose to nose with her. “That,” he said in a seductive voice, “is lesson number three, my little spitfire.”

Lacey scowled. “Lesson three?”

Nick took her hand off her hip and brought it to his mouth. He kissed each fingertip then slowly licked and bit at her sensitive skin. She could come with the smallest touch from him. It had been such a chore to gain a single orgasm from a man before Nick came along. It was humbling and stimulating at the same time.

“You aren’t the kind of woman to follow along, Lacey. I only gave you a little reminder.”

His eyes heated as he took in her naked, heaving breasts. In her anger, she’d forgotten she was standing topless in front of him. He hadn’t.

“Your pleasure is up to you.” He stroked a finger over one soft swell then down the proud and perky peak. “Tell me what you want. Tell me what feels good. Give me your fantasies, baby.”

He guided her hand to his groin and seemed pleased when she curled her fingers around him.

Using his finger and thumb, Nick pinched her nipple. “Open up to me, Lace.” Lacey felt exhilarated and more turned on than ever. She’d never given a thought to

taking the lead when it came to sex. It seemed natural the man would direct the show. With Evan, she didn’t think she’d ever once been asked about her fantasies, about what made her insides tremble.

Lacey lifted her other hand to Nick’s waist and began unbuttoning the fly of his jeans. “First, I don’t want a bed,” she popped the button free and leisurely slid down the zipper, “and I don’t want the table, either. Later maybe, but not yet.” She licked her lips in anticipation of seeing his warm, hard cock again. Of having him in the palm of her

hand, literally. “I want the floor,” she said in a throaty voice, “and I want to be on top.” “Damn.” He growled and leaned in to kiss her, but she turned and walked over to the

couch, her breasts jiggling as she walked. Without missing a beat, she pushed the coffee table to one side of the room then smiled coyly at him.

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She crooked her finger and motioned him over. “Come here.”

“Christ, I’ve created a monster,” Nick teased. Lacey was wickedly pleased by the tiny hint of uncertainty she detected in his voice.

“I don’t know if I’m capable of letting you be in control. But, damn I’m definitely ready to give it the old college try.”

In two long strides, Nick was standing directly in front of her, apparently ready to do anything and everything she wanted. He crossed his arms over his chest and grinned at her.

Lacey didn’t have a clue as to what she was doing, but decided to wing it. “Lie down, on your back,” she commanded. Excitement rose a notch when he started to do as she bid. But she stopped him quickly and ordered, “After you take off your clothes.”

Nick held her gaze while he slid his already unfastened jeans down his hips and legs. He tossed them to the couch, doing the same with his boxers. He lay down on the carpeted floor, crossed his arms under his head and smiled like the big jungle cat he was.

Lacey licked her lips at the sight of Nick’s impressive body spread out like a sexy offering. “Now, I’ve got you right where I want you,” she murmured.

Lacey undid her button-fly shorts, slithered them and her thong panties down the length of her legs. She stepped out of them and stood completely nude in front of Nick.

“Christ, you’re so fucking hot, Lacey. You take my breath away. I’d love to see you like this every morning.”

Lacey’s heart swelled at Nick’s romantic words. She hadn’t known that aspect of him and now she was wondering how she could have missed it. Her eyes were finally open and she saw everything for the first time.

She stared at Nick’s cock, turned on by the way it jutted proudly upward, hard and throbbing with vitality. As she watched, a pearly drop of come appeared on the bulbous head.

“I want you to fuck me. I want you inside of me so bad I’m actually burning from it,” she breathed. “But first I want your tongue on me. I liked what you did earlier and this time I don’t want anything in the way.”

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Lacey stepped over his torso so she stood above his face, giving him an unhindered view of her pussy. Leisurely, she lowered herself onto him until her mound just barely touched his mouth, teasing him with the scent and nearness of her. She watched as Nick inhaled and let out a rough growl then grabbed her hips in both hands and pulled her down so hard she thought she’d topple. He used his fingers to spread her swollen sex lips apart and licked at her greedily.

Lacey thrust against him, her body wild at the first contact of his tongue on her clit. She anchored herself with her hands on the floor on either side of his head and ground into his face. A ragged breath escaped him as he licked and sucked at her with mad hunger. Lacey began to buck against him, quivering and shuddering. She lost it, flung her head back and cried out Nick’s name. The climax that ripped through her went on and on, the pleasure never-ending as she came into her lover’s hungry mouth.

Once her body calmed, Lacey started to scoot off Nick’s face, but he stopped her with his hands on her hips. He placed a soft kiss to her clitoris before letting her move down his torso.

“I need you, baby,” Nick said fiercely.

She needed him just as badly. Needed him in every way a woman needed the man she loved. Overwhelmed with emotion, Lacey had to look away before she embarrassed herself. She started to move down his body eager to straddle his hips, but Nick simply lifted her up and sat her down onto his waiting cock. His engorged length filled her completely in one smooth stroke. He was so big. Her body squeezed tight around him as if made for him.

“Oh God, Nick.”

“Yeah, me, too, baby,” he rasped, and he started moving.

His movements were slow at first then more urgent, until Lacey remembered she was supposed to be running the show. She clenched her inner muscles as a warning and Nick cursed from the pleasure of having his cock gripped by her silken flesh. He looked at her with curiosity, and she murmured, “Let me.”

One side of his mouth crooked up. “Ride me, cowgirl.”

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