Nolan by Lane Hart, D.B. West
Chapter Eight
Rita
It’s so nice to be able to sleep in on the weekends, to try and catch up on my sleep. Even though there’s daylight shining through the cracks in the blinds, I happily roll over…and find a man on the other side of me.
Nolan is laid on his side facing me, sleeping soundly, looking like a dream. One of his arms is lost under my pillow while the other is lying between us, almost like he’s reaching for me. All of the chiseled muscles in his arms and chest are on display, making my mouth water since he looks even better out of his clothes than I imagined. Unable to resist seeing if the rest of him matches, I lift the sheets to get an uninterrupted view of his tall, naked body.
Jesus.
He has a six pack and those sexy lines on his hips, pointing toward his manly flesh that’s as awake as I am.
Suddenly I remember last night and drop the covers, mortified.
I remember showering, getting into bed, Nolan kissing my lips and moving lower before going down on me, giving me the most amazing orgasm ever. And then…nothing because I think I fell asleep.
No matter how exhausted I was, it’s such a waste to have passed out before touching and kissing the masculine perfection next to me.
And Nolan, God, I remember he was hard and ready as soon as I laid down, and I didn’t give him any relief.
“Morning,” his gravelly voice says softly, making me realize his eyes are cracked open, looking dark brown instead of amber first thing in the morning.
“Ah, good morning,” I reply. I lift my head to look over his shoulders to get a look at the clock. “Sorry, it’s good afternoon. We slept through lunchtime.”
“You needed it,” Nolan mutters. “And so did I after trying to match your insane schedule the last few days.”
“Sorry.”
“Stop apologizing, Cherry Pie.”
“But last night…”
His hand reaches over, his thumb tracing my lips. “Last night I finally got to help you to relax.”
My face flames in embarrassment since relaxing is one word for it.
“You should’ve woken me up afterward.”
“Why?” he asks, his fingers trailing down my shoulder and arm, coming to a stop on my hip underneath the covers. “You were finally getting some sleep that you needed.”
“I didn’t mean to leave you, ah, hanging.”
“I don’t mind a little delayed gratification.”
“Well, I do,” I argue. “For you, not me,” I clarify as I scoot closer to him, burrowing into the warmth of his chest, loving his masculine smell of leather and motorcycles. I kiss his throat and then his chest as I urge him to roll to his back.
He goes easily, allowing me free rein to move my lips lower, tasting the salty flavor of his stomach before I lick my way down one of those pelvic indentions and then back up the opposite one before reaching down, wrapping my fingers around his hardness.
“You’re so sexy like this, hovering just above me naked, your long hair tickling my hips, beautiful tits brushing the top of my thighs, fingers squeezing me while I’m so desperate for another part of you. I know I’ll get off to this memory for weeks to come.”
“You want my mouth on you?” I ask before finally letting my tongue swipe over his slit and crown.
“Fuck, baby, I want it all,” he says as his hips surge with need. “I want your mouth until it’s painful to hold back a second longer; then I want you to ride me until you come, making me wait just a little longer.”
“You’re a masochist,” I joke between more long licks down the sides of his cock.
“Nah. I just want it to be good for you too.”
“Last night was good for me,” I tell him before taking him in my mouth to suck on his blunt head.
“Oh fuck, Cherry Pie. Last night was good for me too,” Nolan replies in a rush. He throws his head back with an unintelligible slur as I slide my lips down his length as far as I can go.
A few more bobs of my head and strong hands grip my sides to pull me up his body. When my face is above his, he leans up to capture my lips, kissing me hard.
Our lower bodies move against each other, both of us desperate for him to be inside me. God, I hate condoms and the delay they cause, but I’m not on the pill, so the latex is better than an unexpected pregnancy.
“Condom,” I say against Nolan’s urgent lips. “Nightstand.”
With one last deep thrust of his tongue and bruising lips, he pulls away to reach over, digging in the second drawer for the box like he already knew where they were.
Some fumbling and cursing later, he has the rubber sheathed on his hard length. Both of us try and guide it to my entrance at the same time, which only causes another delay that makes us both laugh.
“Sorry. You do it, slowly,” Nolan says, letting go of his shaft to rub his fingers between my legs. “Oh, fuck, you’re so wet.”
“I was even wetter last night after you licked me,” I remind him as I sit back to line him up with my opening. “You should’ve been inside me then.”
“Next time,” he promises, and I believe he means it, like this, us being together will be a regular thing.
Those thoughts are pushed aside as I start sliding down him, one slow inch at a time. Without the slickness, his long, thick cock would probably cause a woman some serious discomfort. Luckily for us, that’s not an issue.
“So beautiful,” Nolan grits out, his jaw clenched tight as he stares up at me, lust glazing over his eyes. “And so…fucking…tight. How long?” He nearly pants the abbreviated question, but I think I know what he’s referring to. When was the last time I had sex since it’s obviously been a while since anything besides a tampon has been inside me, stretching me.
“A year…maybe longer,” I answer with a gasp when he hits my cervix, unable to go any further.
“No shit,” he says with a chuckle that jars him inside of me, making us both moan at the amazing sensation. “Vibrator?”
“Months,” I answer. “Too busy.”
Nolan’s large hands curve around either of my hips, his fingertips digging in as if urging me to move. “Fuck, baby. Let’s catch you up, yeah?”
“Yeah,” I agree as I lean forward. Planting my palms on either side of him, I kiss him while finally rolling my hips, riding him.
* * *
Nolan
Goddamn.
This is how I want to wake up each and every fucking morning from now on – this beautiful, sexy woman with me, looking well rested for once, content and even exultant as her face goes slack from the pleasure she’s taking from my body.
I’ve been aching for Rita for weeks, and now that I’m right where I wanted to be, waiting for her to chase her release before I earn mine, the tension growing inside me is a sweet agony.
“Faster, baby, faster.” I encourage her with a slap of my palm against her incredible ass, making it jiggle. That one move causes her walls to clench tight around my thrusting cock, so I do it again and again. On the fourth smack, Rita freezes above me a second before the tremors take her. They start in her pussy that I feel throbbing around me, pulling me deeper, until she shivers and shakes all over from head to toe. Her loud, staggered gasps sound the same as last night when she came on my face, like she’s shocked and surprised by how good the orgasm feels.
Unable to hold off another second even if my life depended on it, I clench every muscle in my lower body to pump my cock up into her in quick, shallow thrusts until my release spills from me, filling the condom in pulsing bursts as a distorted swear bursts from my lips.
Rita collapses on my chest before the last of the shudders leave me. I wrap my arms around her, holding her to me, our chests both damp with sweat.
“That…was a damn good start to the day,” I tell her, my palms smoothing up and down her back.
“Mmm,” Rita agrees, her head on my shoulder. “It’s been so long…”
“Good,” I reply with a chuckle.
“I don’t think it has ever been that good.”
“Tell me about it.”
“Worth the wait?” she asks me quietly.
“More than worth it,” I reply. “All twenty-nine years of waiting…”
Rita laughs, and it vibrates through me since I’m still inside of her. She thinks I’m joking.
“I’m serious,” I tell her, placing a kiss on the top of her head.
Rita sits up so she can see my face, a lazy, content smile on hers. “We have sex once, and I’m supposed to believe that you’re ready to start picking out wedding rings? Nice try, but I wasn’t born yesterday.”
“We’ll take it slower then, for your sake, but if you were mine, you wouldn’t have to work so hard. I would treat you like a fucking queen,” I assure her as I stare up at her, loving the way her long, straight, strawberry blonde hair is so long it falls in front of her breasts, hiding them from me so temptingly, all but her still hard nipples peeking through.
Okay, so maybe she’s right and this is more lust than love.
Either way, I’m still a goner for this woman.