Nicholas

How much longer could he wait?


Earlier before they surrendered to sleep, he fingered her hot and tight pussy to satisfaction, preparing her for his cock.

After which, satisfied with her multiple orgasms, he caressed and kissed her until she had fallen asleep. Though he didn't cum with her, he was contented. Only just.

Their first night ensconced comfortably on the downy softness of his bed, she laid almost on top of him, their legs tangled under the sheets, her slender arm on his naked chest and he was extremely aware she was naked bar his shirt. Fuck! Too aware. His dick was pulsing for some time, precum moistening his boxers. The sweetest torture he had experienced.


The light of dawn graced their outside world. He was usually up at this hour, would render a few rounds at a nearby park riding his thoroughbred Black Arabian. And an hour or two at his private gym.

This morning, he was enjoying the feeling of her in his arms. But he was not enjoying his erection. He mentally winced.


"Hmmm...Nicholas..." His Sinclair was blissfully dreaming of him. Good. He dreamt of her even if he was awake. His whole body jerked when her soft hand began to stroke his chest down to his washboard abs stopping at the edge of his silk boxers. "Nick." She breathed on his hot skin.

"Sin, my sweet." He whispered back. Was she awake? He willed his whole body to relax. Impossible. Too aware of his sweetheart draped on him, on her smooth legs rubbing his calves, seeking warmth.

The next thing he felt was her lips then a small lick. He groaned. "You smell so good, Nicholas." She murmured sleepily.

"Sin, you have to stop." Any more of this and his control would snap. He was hanging on by a thread.

Slumberous soft brown eyes looked up at him. Sexy and full of desire. "Why? You don't like it?" And she nipped his skin while watching his reaction. Fuck!

"I love everything you do to me, sweet." He admitted, his digits combing her silky black hair, gazing down at her intently. Became almost dizzy with what he saw in her glazed orbs. His cock hardened and it was almost painful.

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"Then, let me, please?" She implored. Not waiting for a response, her hot tongue licked his smooth chest down to his abs, followed by sweet kisses.

"Fuck, Sin. Do you know what you're doing?" He stopped her descent momentarily to get his bearings. She hardly started yet, and he was already losing his mind.

Biting her lips, unsure, she shook her head. "Teach me?" He groaned once more. "I want to please you." Her words fell on the thatch of hair on his defined V. His cock leaped in response.

"You already do." Settling his body more comfortably against the ornate headboard, he brought Sinclair up with him. Her thighs spread on either side of his stomach, cupping her nape, he angled his head and devoured her.

His tongue parted her lips, dipping, savoring, tangling, and sparring. She moaned her approval of their kiss. It went on and on until they had to separate to breathe. Even then Sinclair was not deterred.

Her swollen lips fell on his neck where she began to suck, leaving her mark. "Let me, please." She pleaded.

Nicholas nodded. Giving her free reign to his body. He was hers after all.

Breathing heavily, observing his love, his whole body taut with expectation, he watched as Sinclair slowly released his throbbing erection from his boxers. "Sinclair." He moaned. More precum seeped from the swollen head.

She licked her lips and held him firmly with both hands. Holding his breath, he watched her head move then he felt her tongue. Licking. Tasting him. "More?" She uttered. Her silky black hair fell like waterfalls on his exposed skin, heightening his pleasure.

"Yes. Open your mouth and put me in." Nicholas could barely speak. He had a lot of experience before but no one could compare to Sinclair. Her eagerness despite her innocence was his undoing. Her instinct to please him was an aphrodisiac.

The muscles on his thighs and calves tightened from the restraint he was exerting. He wanted to thrust more of his shaft but he knew he had to let Sinclair explore.

And explore she did. Opening her sweet lips wider, she engulfed his throbbing cock head gently, sucking, licking the sensitive flesh. "Fuck, Sin. So good."

Nicholas's voice was guttural, strong fingers tangled in her hair, encouraging her to take more. She tried to. His brave sweet girl. "Relax your jaw, sweetheart. You don't have to take all of my cock. Fuck!Ahhh...slowly..." he groaned.

Shit! The feel of her soft, hot mouth and her swirling tongue was out of this world. When she came up for air and looked up at him, he took another deep, shaky breath. "Am I doing it right?" She spread open-mouth kisses on the sheening length of him down to his tight balls, her tongue laved the pulsing veins down to his jewels.

"Yes...fuck! Any more and I'll come." He ground his words out. He usually had great control but with Sin, all of it went down the drain.

"Then, cum. I want to taste more of you." And she went back to ministering his erotic fantasy, turning one of his dreams of her a reality. Her dainty lips opened wider and she sank almost every inch of his shaft until his cockhead hit her throat. That is so fucking good! The last few inches she caressed with her two hands, moving downward to cup his scrotum and massage them gently.

Nicholas arched his back, his trembling hands cupped the back of her head, guiding her, showing her how to love him. His pulsing length jabbed in and out of her hot mouth, he felt her gag yet she didn't retreat. "Fuck! I'm cuming, Sin." He warned her. She hummed her approval and took more of him down her throat, his balls tightened, and his whole body grew rigid. "Fuck!" His juices pulse from him, filling her mouth. Sinclair tried to swallow all but some of his semen coated her lips and neck.

"Too much?" He asked breathlessly. He was still trying to catch his breath. Concerned she might not like it, he swiped his thumb on her lower lip.

"You taste salty, yet sweet." She giggled and nipped him. Her hands still stroking his length.

Nicholas chuckled. Glad she was accepting their relationship and initiating intimacy. He had a lot to teach her. In Sinclair, he had the patience and they had their whole lives to explore.

In a swift move, guaranteed to make her squeal, he carried his sweetheart, caveman style, to their ensuite bathroom. "Let's clean you up, my sweet. And let's see what else I can teach you."

Having her for breakfast today was a genius idea.

***

"What will they think, Nick?" Nicholas glanced at her. Her hand securely held by him, fluttered nervously. "I can't lose my scholarship."

"Don't worry, sweet. You won't. What is between us is personal. We don't need to explain anything to them." Though he was already planning to meet with the school board and to convene soon, preferably with his allies.

Money was never an issue for him, but he knew Sin was a proud woman. She would want to finish her college degree on her terms. He would not begrudge her of that. However, he'd be damn if he would still allow her to work three jobs just to get by. She was his to take care of. All she needed to worry about was to pass her courses and graduate.

And marry. Him. Soon. "First, I will extend my leave of absence. I only went yesterday to check on you. Technically, I am still on leave. Second, I will call for a meeting. Trust me."

"I'm sorry." She whispered, gnawed her lip nervously, and looked away.

Nicholas frowned. "Sweetheart," waiting for her to look at him. "There's nothing to be sorry about."

Sinclair smiled faintly, squeezing his hand. "I trust you, Nick. It's just that I'm still afraid."

They were entering the school campus. At this hour, only a few students milled about. Parking at the designated area for the faculty, he turned off the engine and turned to scrutinize Sinclair. His dark eyes softened. "Concentrate on school, sweet. I'll take care of everything. I'll be at my club with my peers until luncheon. I'll see you later, okay?"

Leaning towards her, he captured her lips for a soft kiss, he moaned when she answered more ardently. Keeping a tight reign on his impulses, he halted and kissed her forehead instead.

"I'll be waiting for you." She murmured, gracing him with her rare smile. His heart constricted with happiness.

"You'd better be." He had a lot on his list of things to do today. All for Sinclair and their future.

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