A/N: This chapter is dedicated to Mariel, because she has been putting up with my childish humor on AIM for far too long. Also to Megan, because she just turned legal on Sunday, and that may matter to George if he runs into her and feels attracted to her. I just started a livejournal account (I know! Sooo behind the times) so add me as a friend if you're on there. I'm Hannananaiscool. Please enjoy (but not too much) and review!
Sara let out a pleasured scream as she sat perched upon her boyfriend's hips, riding him cowgirl style until both their hearts beat so loudly they threatened to stop right there. What was the point of their hearts living on when they had both experienced what could quite possibly be the best sex of their lives?
"Almost there, baby." Nick grunted, holding on to Sara's bottom, guiding her motions as she fell hard again and again, on the exact right place of his throbbing member. He was half-sitting on the bed, his back pressed up against the cool oak headboard, the insides of her things meshed perfectly against the outsides of his. She was hugging his length perfectly, the gyration of her hips an intoxicating combination as she nibbled his earlobe. Nick just watched as her beautiful breasts bounced in time with her movements, her skin glistening with a slight sweat. His breath caught in his throat as he felt his eminent release mounting as the intensity of Sara's movements increased even more. A few more perfectly timed movements of her hips, and he exploded inside her as she let out a strangled moan of pleasure. Both basked in the after-orgasm, Sara keeping his member inside of her to just enjoy the feeling.
"God, you feel so fuckin' good inside me." Sara told him throatily, in perhaps the naughtiest voice he had ever heard come from her lips. Nick's eyebrows quirked as he checked her face and pressed several kisses to her forehead and temple as they recovered.
"Mmm, you're so good on top, darlin'." He complimented her, running his strong hands up and down her naked back as she nuzzled her face against his. Nick made her feel so comfortable, so at ease and wild at the same time when they made love. They were in the experimentation phase, always willing to try something new, and try very often. The couple exchanged dozens of lazy kisses as they lay there, until the need for rest overtook both their bodies. Nick gently guided her to lay on her side, extracting his member from within her. Their lips seemed to like each other, as they gently nipped and kissed at each other at random moments, as they lay in her ruffled sheets late in the day. The good thing about mid-afternoon sex was that generally they didn't have to worry about waking up the neighbors. They were off at work, and Nick and Sara were screwing. A lot.
After the minimum amount of rest time, Sara swung her legs off the bed and wandered into the kitchen to get herself a bottle of water from all this excursion. She gulped about a third of it down right there in the kitchen, her throat parched for her screaming in the throes of passion. Sara smirked to herself as she recalled her last couple wonderful weeks with Nick Stokes. After that first night of love-making, they decided they were indeed an item, and hadn't been able to stay away from each other ever since. Nick was apparently much more schooled in the art of sex, as he did something new and amazing with her body seemingly every time, using his mouth, his fingers, his amazingly big member that seemed to rearrange her insides, to pleasure her like no one else ever had. In virtually all her other relationships with men, there had been an awkward period when they started having sex. There would be fumbling, off-timing, lack of orgasm, and shyness. But with Nick, Sara threw her inhibitions to the wind. They had no trouble tuning in to each other's bodies; their wants and needs. She'd orgasmed multiple times on their first night, and things had gone off the charts since then. It had been the most amazing two weeks, and Sara could feel in her heart that it would only get better from here. Screw match dot com. What did they know about romance?
Caught in her thoughts, she didn't even realize her lover had tip toed out of the bedroom himself, still naked as the day he was born, and came up behind her, placing those talented hands on her hips. She heaved forward, taking her water bottle from her lips so it wouldn't spill on the floor, and swallowed, leaning back into his bare chest. God, that chest seemed to come from a magazine. Not to mention those arms, that face up close, those piercing eyes. If Sara could sculpt, she would indeed need to make a stone carving out of this man right here.
"I was gettin' lonely." He lied in that low, delectable southern drawl, his hands moving upwards from her hips to run over the tiny bulge in her belly, which he managed to make feel sexy when he placed those lavish, open-mouthed kisses all over it. Nick gently feasted on her neck, Sara tilting her head to the side so he wasn't at all hindered, and already, jolts were coursing through her body, ready for yet another round.
"Were you?" She asked seductively, her fingertips brushing along his tanned hands, encouraging him along. Nick couldn't be rushed, though. He was steady in his wonderful tortures, making her wait until she was practically forcing him to do what she wanted. "Well, you left me dehydrated."
A tiny chuckle resounded in his throat – that purely masculine sound that somehow instinctively made Sara want him to take her right then. He pressed a slow kiss to her naked shoulder and patted her hips. "I'm sorry, babe."
She turned in his arms finally, a wide smile on her face, clarifying indeed that he had a smug look on his face, not at all sorry about his actions from the past few hours. She didn't mind either.
"Liar." She accused him, as she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled his perfect lips towards her own swollen ones from hours of this very activity. She didn't care, though. Didn't care her body was dry, that her loins ached, that she hadn't called her friend back. Sara could feel him smile into the kiss; no one had ever seemed so intrigued, thrilled, interested in her as this man was. She never thought she was that interesting a person, but Nick made her feel like one in a million, worshipping her mind, her body, her emotions. And when they connected, it was like she was whole. He was the yin to her yang; the positive to her negative.
Nick feasted on her earlobe for a moment, then her neck, then collarbone. "You know what I feel like doing right now?" He asked seductively as his head dipped to capture a nipple between his pink lips. Sara ran her hands through his hair and sighed at the sensation.
"What do you wanna do?" She smirked, thinking she already knew the answer based on where he was heading. However, Nick was full of tricks, as she was reminded the next moment. He abruptly stopped and pressed a single kiss to her forehead.
"Play Guitar Hero." He said in the calmest voice imaginable, giving her a knowing wink. Sara rolled her eyes at him as he gave her hip a little squeeze, then walked past her to the game console. Nick was good at playing hard to get for a guy. She just sighed and admired his ass as he picked up the guitar and positioned it in the correct place, standing nude, besides his instrument, in her living room. Not so long ago, this seemed like only a dream to Sara. A dirty, naughty dream that would never come true.
He turned and smiled at her, holding out the second guitar they'd purchased last week, since this had become their second favorite activity to do together (I'll give you one try at their first). Sara amusedly shook her head, but took the guitar from him and put it on her own body. It was amazing to her that she didn't seem at all self-conscious about this attire. She felt completely comfortable around this guy, after only knowing each other in this sense for a few weeks. Sara guess it was the years of friendship previously that put her so at ease. That allowed her to giggle at the absurdity of it all as Nick began shaking his ass along to the beat of one of the songs, and later pressed his back to hers to grind their butts together. Sure, they failed the song, but who really cares when by the end of it, Sara was on her back on the floor, a naked Nick Stokes hovering above her, about to experience round two of their love-making? And it was only ten-thirty.
