Open Your Eyes (13 page)

Chapter Twenty-three

Nick

Anticipation flared in my gut.

The way she looked tonight took my breath away.
I physically ached for her.

We both drew in a sharp breath as our eyes collided.

The fire roared and warmed the room; candles flickered dimly on the mantelpiece, giving Natalie the ethereal glow of an angel. Finally we were divinely alone, and I felt as though I had waited for this moment all my life.

Her perfume
permeated my senses and I committed them to memory, wanting to remember every detail of this perfect night. My heart tripped and for a moment my chest tightened. When she was far away from me, separated by an ocean, I would close my eyes and recall this precious moment at will.

Everything but Natalie
faded into the background, my focus completely on her and only her. Nothing else mattered, not yesterday, not tomorrow. Only now. Here. With her. My gaze ravenously drank her in, every small detail, every curve, and every nuance of her being. Tonight would be ours; we would start the new year in the best possible way – together.

The swell of her breasts beneath the barely-there silky fabric had my hormones racing the second I registered that she wore nothing beneath the sliver of a dress draping her luscious body. Her aroused nipples straining against the low cut cloth teased my senses, distracting me endlessly. How was I going to manage to
behave like a gentleman?  As lovely as it was, I wanted to tear the goddamn dress off her.

Fuck, I had my work
cut out for me tonight. Knowingly, she smiled at me – aware that my desire for her was on the verge of letting me lose control.

“Natalie,” I
breathed as I took three long steps and stood in front of her, holding my hand out. “You look absolutely amazing. So beautiful.” Her eyes were ablaze. I kissed her hand in mock gallantry as she peered at me from under her lush black lashes. Warmth spread through my body as my insides unfurled and sprouted throughout my limbs.

“You’re p
retty hot yourself, kind sir.” She played along, batting her eyelashes at me, while fanning herself.
Damn, she’s hot;
I couldn’t take my eyes off her if I tried.

Everything about her
seduced my senses, my body buzzed with desire, every neuron firing on high alert.
Control
. This was going to be harder than I imagined.

She was irresistible,
I had to touch her. I reached out and traced the slender column of her neck, feeling her soft-as-silk skin beneath my fingertips. Her lips were plump and ripe for kissing, but with a groan I restrained myself, there were other things I wanted to do first.

“I wanted a few pictures of us to
night, if that’s OK with you?” I nodded toward the camera.

Her head jerked up a
nd her eyes widened when she noticed a few cameras I’d set up earlier on tripods around the room. I wanted to catch a few of our intimate moments, lay them down for posterity.

“W
hat? …Why?” she stumbled over her words.

Chapter
Twenty-four

Natalie

My insides twisted into a knot – I hated being in front of cameras.

“Just kiss me and
forget everything else. The cameras will do the rest.” He laughed.
Hmm.
The kissing part was easy – especially since he ordered me to do so.

There
in, however, lay the real problem, as soon as he kissed me I forgot everything around me, including the whirr of the cameras as they flashed around us. Oblivious to anything else; all I could focus on was Nick – he completely filled my senses. His unique manly smell, the feel of his chest against my palm, rising and falling with every breath, his strong rhythmic heartbeat under my fingertips, the way my ears were humming as blood rushed to them, the silky feel of his hair as I placed one arm around his neck, his delicious warm breath on my skin, the taste of his tongue dancing with mine, the pool of liquid between my legs with no panty to soak it up.

I expected him to whip my dress off, so intense were his kisses, as if his body was on fire. But instead he took my
hand in his as he pressed the palm of his other hand to the exposed skin just above the low cut back of my dress and danced around the room slowly, his eyes boring into mine, a heart-stopping smile on his lips. Boneless, drifting on a cloud, I simply melted into him and allowed my body to follow his lead, resting my forehead on his shoulder.

Nick inhaled deeply, planted a kiss in my hair and rested his chin on my head. It was so sensuous, just giving myself over to the music and the man, not thinking of anything else besides the throb pressing
hard into my stomach, not aware of anything else but Nick.

After a while, my name snake
d its way to my consciousness, a mere whisper at first, then louder. Nick pulled away slowly, a deep sexy laugh rumbling in his chest. “Thought I lost you for a minute. Dinner is served, my love,” he said as he pulled my hand toward the dining room.

Eat?
Did he seriously think I could eat now? I was in another world, and eating seemed so – ordinary.

“I have a feast prepared
.” He chuckled as he pushed the door open. “We need to keep our strength up if we are going to survive what I have planned for tonight.”

Oh my.
Suddenly my stomach rumbled as delicious aromas filled the air and I laughed softly. My body was asking for sustenance, needing fuel for what lay ahead. The food had all been set up, it would just be us, there were no staff present tonight.

Just as well. I had no idea how sensuous eating could be. Nick fed me our first course from his finger
tips, sometimes allowing me to suck his fingers to get the taste of the food and him. In turn I fed him too, placing delicious morsels of food in his mouth with my fingertips. He groaned loudly when I licked the sauce from the corner of his mouth and once from his chin, forgetting all my table manners, pressing my breasts into him, eager for the contact between our bodies.

During the second course, I
wrapped my tongue around the long thick spears of green asparagus, the ultimate phallic symbol, sucking them into my mouth and biting off the tips as Nick gasped and nearly choked. “You’re naughty.” He chuckled, a low sound in his throat, delight on his face. I pulled some lobster from the shell and held it out for him. He curled his tongue around the morsel, pulling it into his sinful mouth, along with my fingers, which he sucked hard while my insides clenched. I wasn’t sure how much more of this foreplay I could stand.

“The best part is always last, my love. Let me serve you dessert by the fireplace?” he said
with lust in his eyes. “Before I have
you
as my dessert.”

“Promise?” The fire in his eyes were all the answer I needed.  

Nick pulled me up from the table and led me back to the fireplace. He opened the top of the ottoman and pulled out a blanket that he lay over the rug. “I hid it there this morning.” He grinned when he saw my eyebrow rise in question.
Oh, really?
Seems he had this all planned out.

M
usic filled the room as he pulled me roughly to him. “I don’t know how much longer I can resist you, you have no idea how hard it's been to feed you first,” he growled against my shoulder as he kissed my skin, from the base of my neck to the sensitive skin under my ear, along my jaw and chin, till he found my lips. His mouth was hungry now, more persistent as he kissed me till I was breathless.

I unbuttoned his shirt, eager to feel the smooth skin of his chest beneath my fingertips.
Pushing the shirt from his shoulders, I pressed soft kisses into his skin. He hissed as my tongue flicked over his taut nipples, my mouth wet on his skin.

Nick
undid the clasp and pulled the pins from my hair, letting it drop to my shoulders. Then he slipped his fingers under the straps of my dress and pushed it off gently. It slipped effortlessly down my body, leaving me naked and exposed to his eyes.

“Keep the heels,” he growled as I stepped out of the pool
of fabric around my feet. His eyes were flaming now, his lips twisted in a wicked grin, his skin flushed. Small beads of perspiration formed on his brow. His gaze raked up and down my body, drinking in every detail as if his eyes were photographing me.

“You are killing me, my love,” he groaned as he
walked away.
What? Where was he going?
He couldn’t leave me here like this, naked, in front of the fireplace.

I sat on the blanket, eagerly waiting for his return, wearing nothing but heels and a silly grin.

Minutes later Nick came back, carrying a tray stacked with sweet delights and a glass of amber liquid. He shrugged his shoes off and I watched him from under veiled lashes as he lowered himself and sat next to me. Nick groaned. “What you do to me.”

I looked down
to where his pants were tenting, laughing softly at the sight of his straining cock. He set the tray on the ottoman and lifted my hand to his crotch.

“Release me,” he grunted as he leaned back. I quickly obeyed, loosening his belt, then undoing the zipper and pulling his pants down.
Letting out a thick guttural sound from the base of his throat, he threw his head back as his glorious cock sprang free. He was commando. No socks, no jocks.

Simply
irresistible, I had to touch him. My thumb slid over his thick tip, rubbing the moist droplet shimmering in the light of the fire into the satiny soft skin of his manhood. A feral grunt rumbled from his chest as I brushed my fingers over his length, caressing the silky skin, before he lifted my fingers to his mouth and kissed my fingertips. “I won’t last if you keep doing that,” he hissed between his teeth.

I loved seeing him come apart when I touched him.

“Dessert first.” He leaned over and loaded a spoon with chocolate mousse. Unceremoniously, he pulled me into his lap, and I eagerly straddled his thighs as he held it to my lips. Making a show of licking it slowly, sensuously, I flicked my tongue around the spoon as his cock twitched against my stomach.

“Ah,
God!” he groaned as I closed my eyes and swallowed, licking my lips seductively.

Next he held a
gigantic chocolate-covered strawberry out to me. I nibbled at it slowly as he held it, his eyes widening as I sucked at the chocolate before gripping it between my teeth and biting hard so that it burst and the juice ran down my mouth and chin.

“Fuck!”
His fingers dug into the soft skin of my hips. I held my mouth to him so he could lick the juice from my skin. Some juice dripped onto my breasts and he eagerly dipped his head and sucked it up, hungry for more.

“My turn
.” I smiled sweetly as I dipped my fingers into the bowl of cream and leaned backwards, allowing a gap between us. I spread it on his tip, covering it in cream, then leaned forward dramatically and licked and sucked it off, rimming the edge with my tongue.

“
You’re so hot!” he grunted as his cock twitched in my hand. “I can't wait to get inside you.”

“Hold your horses
, big boy,” I teased, “I haven’t finished my dessert yet.”

“I want
my
dessert now, I want to taste your sweet nectar,” he breathed, his pupils so dilated that his eyes were almost black, his nostrils slightly flared, and I knew he was at breaking point.

Gently he
pushed me back and lay me down on the blanket. Nick reached for the glass of amber liquid and slowly poured a trail over me, starting at each breast, down my chest, forming a pool of liquid in my belly button and stopped when he reached my mound. Taking a sip of the liquid into his mouth, he bent over to kiss me, squirting the liquid into my mouth. It was warm and sweet, and the taste mingled with our breaths and tongues as he nearly ate me alive. His mouth followed the trail as he sucked and licked his way down in big wet kisses; kissing each breast in turn and then lower.

It was my turn to groan loudly as he held my hips still with his big hands. His tongue rimmed my navel; then he sucked the liquid into his mouth and brought it back to my mouth, sharing the ambrosia once again.

Set to torture me, his mouth went back to my navel as his hands stroked my breasts, tweaking my nipples between his fingers.

“Got to taste you,” he
mumbled incoherently as he lifted my legs over his shoulders, high heels still in place. I was so ready for him; I opened my legs and shamelessly pushed my mound up to meet his mouth.

“So fucking wet,” he growled as his tongue licked over me. He sat up and took another sip of the port and squirted it into my opening, then speared his tongue inside and lapped it all up again.

Unable to hold back, my muscles clenched around his tongue, pulling him deeper. “Nick. Yes,” I groaned, my voice low and husky, hardly sounding like my own as I exploded, my fingers digging into his back.

“
Fuck… yes,” he cried out. “I want to… fuck… you… now, can't… wait,” he stammered, his body covered in a fine mist of sweat. He pulled himself up onto his arms, his biceps bulging under the strain of self-control; his eyes nearly rolled back in his head, a thick vein in his neck pulsing and pumping his blood wildly.

I placed my hands on his shoulders to calm him down and kissed his lips sweetly. He would rip me apart if I let him have me when he was this worked up.
The hammering against my chest slowed down a fraction. He let out a deep sigh and I knew he was fighting for control.

His tip was at my entrance, rubbing back and forth, the friction driving me wild. I screwed my eyes shut, fighting my own impulse to push him into me – as deeply as I could take him – with my heels.

“Natalie,” he breathed against my neck. “Open so I can see you when you come.”

A puff of breath left my body and my eyes flew open. We stared at one another for a few moments before he slowly sank into me, once again under control.

“Slowly, I want to feel every inch of you,” he murmured, his eyes locked on mine.

He inched his way in,
gradually, rhythmically, till I could feel all of him. He swelled up inside me even further and let out a deep sigh of pleasure. “Home,” he whispered; his eyes soft.

Slowly, h
e pulled back, his muscles trembling, his neck straining with the effort. Then he pushed back in, a smile twitching at the corners of his mouth as he did. We found our rhythm, in time to the music, me rising up to meet him, thrust for thrust. He moved his hips in such a manner that it had me building to a climax once again.

“I'm close, baby,” I
moaned softly as my skin tingled, all my senses heightened.

He rotated his hips and hit just the right spot, sending me spiraling out of control. “Oh
dear God, I'm going to come,” I cried, my eyes wide open, drowning in his. He quickened the pace, slamming into me now, letting his own control finally go, his eyes dark, swirling in mine.

I wanted more, every inch of him. I p
ushed him even deeper, the heels of my shoes digging into his ass with force, my nails digging into his back as I shuddered, letting out a deep moan as I became undone. “Nick,” I whimpered as my body shook.

His eyes widened for a second and then turned hazy as he pumped violently into me. He clutched me to him as he rode his orgasm, his face in my neck, frantic and out of control.

“Fuck, Natalie!” he roared. “
I love you
!”