said, “I’ve been careful, but – ”
“I’m protected,” Phoebe assured him.
“Good, then we can do it again. God, I feel like I could fuck you for a week straight.”
So much for romance , thought Phoebe, but reminded herself sternly that she hadn’t gotten into this for sweet gestures and sentiment.
Still, she couldn’t help the flutter she felt as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek and along her jaw, gentle and sweet.
There it was, that… something.
“I think Round Two deserves a bed, don’t you?” asked Nick.
Phoebe’s rioting nerve endings were still recovering from round one, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him pull her up.
“A bed. How ordinary.”
“We’ve got to start somewhere,” said Nick, and grinned.
Chapter Nine
NICK WOKE TO THE smell of bacon, chocolate, and the warble of Phoebe’s off-key singing in the small apartment kitchen. He was warm, tangled in the blankets, and stretched, taking inventory, noting the sting of scratches on his back and shoulders, and the soreness of muscles and odd twinges. It had been a long time since he’d fucked a woman through the night. The thought of getting his body back up to speed with Phoebe had him grinning, and he spent a few minutes basking in memories of some very naughty elf behavior.
They’d napped after the second time, and Nick had woken later, hard and aching, to feel Phoebe shifting over him, her knees gripping his thighs as she sat up, moonlight glinting off those incredible curves. Reaching down, she slid a finger along her drenched cleft and painted the crown of his dick in her juices, grinning as he jerked under her.
“You should go work for my father. You could give lessons in torture,” groaned Nick, rolling his hips, trying to line his rock hard shaft up with her entrance, frustrated beyond reason when she evaded him with a sexy little swivel.
“Sexual torture? Kinky,” teased Phoebe, now rubbing the slick head against her clit, shuddering from the pleasure of it, “You know, I could make a fortune talking to the tabloids. Half the city thinks your cock is made out of ice.”
Nick grabbed her hips.
“Ever been spanked, sweet elf?”
“Have you?”
“I’m game if you are,” said Nick, his voice rough, fingers curving around to clench the plump cheeks of her ass, “but first...”
He arched an eyebrow meaningfully.
Cheeks pink, Phoebe stopped teasing and fit him to her core, sinking down slowly, sucking in a breath as her tight sheath worked him in.
So wet, marveled Nick, rocking his hips until he was buried to the balls.
“I’ve never…done it…like this, Nick,” moaned Phoebe.
He loved how she came unglued from just the press of his cock into her softness. Nick pushed her knees even further apart, seating her more firmly against him, and Phoebe whimpered, her fingers digging into his abs. He lifted her a few inches, and then pressed her back down, and the soft “oh” of awareness had him hardening even further inside her. Hesitant, she moved up…and then down.
Nick had to grit his teeth and close his eyes for a few seconds to get himself under control as fiery streaks of pleasure surged from his cock to every nerve ending.
Phoebe soon found her rhythm, and Nick gave up any pretense of control as her round breasts bounced prettily for his pleasure while her eager pussy yielded to his cock over and over again. Phoebe’s head tipped back, baring the creamy line of her throat, and her hands swept up to cup her breasts, pinching the hard rosy nipples, rolling them in her fingers.
That was it.
Nick couldn’t holding back the shout of satisfaction as he came, his hips pressing her tightly to him as she clenched around him and he filled her with hot seed for the third time that night.
God, I hope she came.
Horrified with himself, Nick pried open an eye to see her sliding down to cuddle on his chest. Now that he wasn’t dying, he could feel the flutters of her sheath
“I’m protected,” Phoebe assured him.
“Good, then we can do it again. God, I feel like I could fuck you for a week straight.”
So much for romance , thought Phoebe, but reminded herself sternly that she hadn’t gotten into this for sweet gestures and sentiment.
Still, she couldn’t help the flutter she felt as he ran the back of his hand down her cheek and along her jaw, gentle and sweet.
There it was, that… something.
“I think Round Two deserves a bed, don’t you?” asked Nick.
Phoebe’s rioting nerve endings were still recovering from round one, but she wrapped her legs around his waist and let him pull her up.
“A bed. How ordinary.”
“We’ve got to start somewhere,” said Nick, and grinned.
Chapter Nine
NICK WOKE TO THE smell of bacon, chocolate, and the warble of Phoebe’s off-key singing in the small apartment kitchen. He was warm, tangled in the blankets, and stretched, taking inventory, noting the sting of scratches on his back and shoulders, and the soreness of muscles and odd twinges. It had been a long time since he’d fucked a woman through the night. The thought of getting his body back up to speed with Phoebe had him grinning, and he spent a few minutes basking in memories of some very naughty elf behavior.
They’d napped after the second time, and Nick had woken later, hard and aching, to feel Phoebe shifting over him, her knees gripping his thighs as she sat up, moonlight glinting off those incredible curves. Reaching down, she slid a finger along her drenched cleft and painted the crown of his dick in her juices, grinning as he jerked under her.
“You should go work for my father. You could give lessons in torture,” groaned Nick, rolling his hips, trying to line his rock hard shaft up with her entrance, frustrated beyond reason when she evaded him with a sexy little swivel.
“Sexual torture? Kinky,” teased Phoebe, now rubbing the slick head against her clit, shuddering from the pleasure of it, “You know, I could make a fortune talking to the tabloids. Half the city thinks your cock is made out of ice.”
Nick grabbed her hips.
“Ever been spanked, sweet elf?”
“Have you?”
“I’m game if you are,” said Nick, his voice rough, fingers curving around to clench the plump cheeks of her ass, “but first...”
He arched an eyebrow meaningfully.
Cheeks pink, Phoebe stopped teasing and fit him to her core, sinking down slowly, sucking in a breath as her tight sheath worked him in.
So wet, marveled Nick, rocking his hips until he was buried to the balls.
“I’ve never…done it…like this, Nick,” moaned Phoebe.
He loved how she came unglued from just the press of his cock into her softness. Nick pushed her knees even further apart, seating her more firmly against him, and Phoebe whimpered, her fingers digging into his abs. He lifted her a few inches, and then pressed her back down, and the soft “oh” of awareness had him hardening even further inside her. Hesitant, she moved up…and then down.
Nick had to grit his teeth and close his eyes for a few seconds to get himself under control as fiery streaks of pleasure surged from his cock to every nerve ending.
Phoebe soon found her rhythm, and Nick gave up any pretense of control as her round breasts bounced prettily for his pleasure while her eager pussy yielded to his cock over and over again. Phoebe’s head tipped back, baring the creamy line of her throat, and her hands swept up to cup her breasts, pinching the hard rosy nipples, rolling them in her fingers.
That was it.
Nick couldn’t holding back the shout of satisfaction as he came, his hips pressing her tightly to him as she clenched around him and he filled her with hot seed for the third time that night.
God, I hope she came.
Horrified with himself, Nick pried open an eye to see her sliding down to cuddle on his chest. Now that he wasn’t dying, he could feel the flutters of her sheath
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