CHASING TROUBLE

The scrap of silk and lace ripped easily in his hand, baring Caroline completely, her gasp of surprise quickly followed by another as Nicholas lifted her and sat her on top of the wooden table before parting her thighs to his avid gaze.

She was as beautiful as Nicholas had known she would be. The petals of her inner thighs open and the same dusky-rose color as her nipples.

He touched her there, feeling how hot she was. Nicholas groaned softly as he moved down onto his knees, parting her thighs even further before his hands moved to caress her.All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Caroline totally lost control the moment Nicholas’ tongue rasped against her before thrusting deep inside her, feeling her own release as wave after wave of pleasure surged through every particle of her, from her head down to her toes. He continued that rhythmic thrust inside her until he had drained every last, quivering, shuddering moment from her.

Caroline put her hands down on the table behind her to stop herself from falling as she collapsed back weakly, eyes closed, her body continuing to quiver and shake. Finally she raised sleepy lids to look at him, the darkness of his hair wild on his shoulders, his eyes dark as he looked up at her, a sensual curve to his sculpted lips.

Caroline had no idea why she should suddenly feel so shy-after all, Nicholas already knew her body more intimately than any other person ever had.

“Sorry.” Nicholas grimaced as he saw her hesitation, instead standing up to step between her parted thighs. “Too much too soon,” he accepted ruefully as a hand curved gently against one of her heated cheeks.

“No.” She shook her head. “No,” she assured him again huskily as she reached out tentatively to touch his chest, instantly feeling the hard throb of his heartbeat. The same throb as his arousal.

Her gaze held his as that hand moved down to unfasten his own denims, sliding down the zip to run her fingers lightly, caressingly, against the hardness of his shaft. Instantly she felt it surge, its need to break free. Caroline slid lightly off the table as she slowly peeled those denims down his hips and thighs, taking his briefs with them and discarding both, before her hand moved and her fingers curled about the thick length of his arousal. She heard his sharply indrawn breath before he leant back against the table, hands gripping the edge either side of him.

Caroline watched Nicholas’ face as she began to move her hand slowly up and down. His ragged breathing, the slight flush to his cheeks, told her how much he was enjoying the caress. Her fingers tightened slightly as she felt the hot pulse of blood beneath her hand, her thumb moving to caress the red tip, feeling the escape of moisture there.

“Lie back, Nick,” she encouraged huskily.

His gaze didn’t leave hers as he swept the remains of their meal to one end of the table before lowering himself back, arousal jutting temptingly, hands clenching at his sides, as Caroline began a trail of kisses, starting at his chest and slowly moving lower. He hissed in a sharp breath, eyes closing, jaw clenching as he felt the heat of her mouth close about him, the slow rasp of her tongue instantly driving him wild. He was too aroused to be able to take much more of this. He grasped her shoulders, reluctantly drawing her away from him as he lifted her up onto his chest.

“I want to be inside you, Care,” he grated fiercely as he moved her so that, by straddling his waist, she brought her heat against his arousal.

Caroline wanted that too, wanted him buried deep, deep inside her. So deep inside her that she wouldn’t know where she ended and he began!

“Not yet!” Her hands rested on his shoulders as she kissed and licked his chest.

His head surged up from the table top as he took fierce possession of her nipple, drawing it deeply into the heat of his mouth as he began to suckle, his hand cupping her other breast as his thumb caressed her. Her second climax of the evening was even more intense than her first, the pleasure intense, seemingly never-ending, becoming even more so as Nicholas surged inside her.

She gasped and he raised his head, his face dark. “Care?”

“I’m alright, Nick,” she said. Her expression was fierce, her hair wild about her shoulders as she looked down at him. She held his gaze as she began to move, focusing on the long, deep strokes of Nicholas’ body inside hers. Strokes that made Nicholas forget everything as he tightly gripped her hips to match her rhythm as he moved up and into her to give them both the maximum pleasure.

It was wonderful. Nicholas was wonderful. More wonderful than Caroline could ever have imagined, and he was with her totally as she rode the crest of her next climax, until she collapsed weakly against his chest, only the sound of their ragged breathing disturbing the utter peace of the moment.

Caroline was filled with that inner peace. A deep, satisfying peace.

Like the calm in the eye of the storm. And in that moment-this peaceful, ecstatic moment in time- she felt completely and utterly happy.

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Minutes later, the happiness faded and Caroline was brought back to the reality of where she was, who she was with, and what had just happened.

“I’ve always found regret to be a wasted emotion,” Nicholas murmured dryly some minutes later, when Caroline made no effort to lower the arm she had draped over the top of her face. As if not being able to see him would make all that had just happened go away!

Which was pretty ridiculous when they were both still half naked… Nicholas moved up to lean on his elbow, looking down at her. Her breasts were slightly red from the rasp of his stubble, the nipples still engorged and dusky pink from the ministration of his lips and tongue, and those fiery curls between her legs were damp from her recent release.

He drew in a shaky breath. “Care….”

“I don’t want to talk about this now!” Caroline snapped fiercely, lowering her arm so that she could glare up at him.

“Or ever?” he guessed ruefully.