unlike him, to pleasure a woman without taking his own release, yet here he was on his knees with Eve still partially dressed.
That realization pleased him, although if asked, he couldn't have said why. He shoved aside the thought and cupped Eve's cunt.
She smiled helplessly. "I'm sorry. I should have waited..."
"No apologies needed."
"It's just that it has been a long time."
Interesting. Business been that slow ?
Nick chuckled. "I can assure you, sweetheart, it'll just be a matter of moments before you come again."
Eve's eyes widened in anticipation, and though it seemed impossible to him, her skin flushed a deeper pink as he leaned forward and unfastened her front-closing bra.
The straps of the lace-encrusted garment slid off her shoulders. Freed from confinement, her liberal breasts increased in magnitude beneath his gaze. His brow lifted. His admiring gaze locked with her uncertain one.
He smiled to reassure her, then reached out his hand and tweaked one rosy tip. Her nipples tempted him, each the color of fine wine. Absolutely perfect. And each deserved a taste, if only to sample their sweet allure.
At his touch, Eve writhed, and when he squeezed, moaned, then went still while he licked each rosy tip to a proud puckered stance.
"You're so beautiful." The catch in his voice surprised him. "See how perfectly this fills my palm."
He didn't stop with just weighing the plump mound in his hand, he smoothed it, shaped it, squeezed it, continuing to excite the nipple with quick flicks of his thumb.
Chapter Six
Eve panted helplessly, and gave in to a heart-felt moan. "Nick?"
"Soon. I haven't had my fill of looking at you, touching you, undressing you." His empty palm slid to her waist, then down, until the elastic band of her panties stopped its progress. One finger, then two found the slight hollow formed by her hipbone and insinuated themselves beneath the band.
Eve marveled at the man watching her so intently, again feeling vulnerable beneath Nick's gaze. Earlier this evening, they'd never even met. Now she lay helpless and nearly nude before him. She wouldn't have believed it possible if it weren't happening to her.
"Don't worry, you're safe with me," he murmured, then traced the curve of her ribs with his tongue, a highly erotic action that threatened to halt her breath.
She reached for his head, buried her fingers in his thick, dark hair, something she'd longed to do ever since she arrived. His shiny hair felt even better than she expected, crisp, springy. Lively.
Like Nick. His intriguing blue eyes twinkled with untold secrets, things that greatly amused him that he'd not yet shared. And though well-carved, his jaw was never hard. Was he always in a good mood, or was it all pretense? When she'd least expected it, she'd seen a shadow cross his expressive eyes.
But now he was smiling at her, and sliding her panties down over her feet. Why hadn't he removed her boots?
As Nick ran his hand up the inside of her thigh, the sudden leap of her heart told her the time for rational thought had passed. Her knees separated at his touch, her flesh beneath his hand growing warm.
"Sweet Eve," he murmured, following the path of his hand with his lips, leaving a trail of wet kisses up her leg and a pool of need gathering where his hand now rested.
But not for long.
He stretched out beside her and began to probe her swollen pussy with one finger, to plumb her depths, until his finger found the center of her urgent need, her clit. She couldn't help but cry out, "Yes. There."
"And here. And here. And here." He had a smile in his voice as he touched sensitive places she didn't even know she had.
She reached for him, timidly at first, then boldly took his throbbing erection in her hand, heard his quick intake of breath, felt him sigh. He had an enormous dick, pulsing and round and so silky smooth it excited her just to hold his hot flesh in her hand.
Eve shifted, brought her knees together, one thigh rubbing