Diane
Diane arched her back against the sheets, gasping and unable to keep herself from moaning as she feels Nick's tongue leave a hot, wet stripe down the length of her neck before kissing his way further down her chest, stopping to suckle at each breast.
Well, this is one of the more successful dinners I've cooked in a while, she thought to herself in a moment of absurdity, before returning her focus to the matter at hand – namely, the feel of Nick's lean but surprisingly strong shoulders.
She traced a finger over the freckles to be found there ("curse of the English!" he'd huffed self-deprecatingly when she'd paused to kiss them while removing his shirt). She couldn't believe how fast this was all happening.
It wasn't like her.
Then again, it had been a long time since anyone had made her feel the way Nick does. In fact, she's not sure if anyone has ever made her feel the way Nick does. Particularly the way he makes her feel when he does that thing with his tongue.
"Do that again," she demanded breathlessly.
He paused between her thighs, gazing up at her with a glint in his bright blue eyes.
"You like that?" he asked huskily. "What else would you like?"
This newfound confidence of his was undeniably sexy and Diane could feel her excitement as a kind of heat pooling low in her belly.
"You. I want you," she whispered with a tremulous breath.
Nick grinned seductively as his mouth lowered towards her core infuriatingly slowly. His tongue swirled and weaved, driving her mad until she couldn't take anymore and pulled him up towards her by his strong, freckly shoulders.
As their mouths met, she could taste herself on him (not altogether unpleasant) and the ache between her legs reached a fever pitch. With one swift thrust, he had plunged himself deep inside her and she cried out with satisfaction as…
Diane sat up with a gasp. Her skin was flushed and her skin bore a sheen of sweat, but she was very much alone.
Damn it she thought. Another one.
She'd never really indulged in fantasies or dreams of a more explicit nature – they'd always made her blush and just led to feelings of awkwardness rather than arousal.
But since getting home from Gander (since meeting Nick, really) she hadn't been able to get a single night's sleep without dreaming about him in very intimate ways.
She glanced at the clock. It was far too early to get up for work, but perhaps a glass of water might help her cool off.
Padding into the kitchen, she turned on the light. As she reached for the fridge door to get out some chilled water, she smiled at the sight of Nick's letter stuck to the door with magnets.
He had written to let her know he'd be in town for work in a few weeks (just a few days now, she thought with glee) and asked if she'd like to have dinner.
Well, only a few more restless nights to go she mused as she poured herself a glass. I may as well enjoy whatever dreams are waiting for me and she padded back to bed.