Laying a Foundation: Bonus volume: Includes series prequel, The Groundbreaking (The Love Under Construction Series) (34 page)

“Same paragraph, line, and word.” He kissed her. “Let’s go get ready for bed, unless there’s something else you’d rather do.”

“Not one thing in this world.” She took his hand and he led her up the stairs, then opened the bedroom door. Nikki gasped in wonder.

White – it was everywhere. The room was made up in white, from the white comforter to the white sheets to the white draperies around the bed – the fourteen-foot-tall bed. Soft, impressionistic art was placed here and there on the walls and, in one corner, a huge fireplace had a lovely fire burning in its belly. French doors leading to the balcony were open, their white draperies fluttering in the springtime mountain breeze.

Tony pointed to a door on one wall. “Your bathroom.” He pointed to a door on the opposite wall. “My bathroom.” He then pointed to a third door, this one on the same wall as her bathroom. “Closet.” He wheeled their luggage into it, and she stepped in to find an enormous closest, bigger than her bedroom at home. A door in the closet led into her bathroom. “Make yourself comfortable and I’ll see you back in the bedroom.” He left her in the closet and went to his bathroom with his luggage.

There was plenty of room, and Nikki went through her suitcase, hanging up some clothes and putting underclothes and personal items in the drawers in the closet system. She pulled out the lingerie she’d bought to wear that night – a pretty black chemise with a shirred bodice and a thong that matched. The thong got tossed back into a drawer. She wouldn’t need it; she wouldn’t need the chemise either, but she thought it would be nice to see his face when she walked out in it. Finished in the closet, she glided into the bathroom to take off her makeup, brush her teeth, and freshen up. The chemise fell softly over her rinsed-off and lotioned-up skin, and she brushed her hair one last time. She took a look in the mirror.

Looking back at her was someone she hadn’t seen in a long time. Her hair was long and shiny. The sadness she’d seen for so long in her own eyes seemed to be gone. She saw the little pudge around her middle and hoped Tony wouldn’t mind it; the rest of her was toned and trim, even if her breasts weren’t as pert and high as they’d been earlier in her life. This was her, her body, and it was brimming with excitement and desire. She was sure she wasn’t about to be disappointed; she hoped Tony wouldn’t be either.

Nikki stepped into the bedroom to find the lights on low, the fire glowing brightly, and Tony in the big bed, propped against the huge headboard. The sheet was pulled up to his waist, and his hard, muscled chest made her heart skip a few beats. When he looked up and saw her standing in the bathroom doorway, his eyes widened and a low whistle slipped from his lips.

“Like?” She felt suddenly bashful and uncovered even in the chemise.

“Love.” He patted the spot beside him on the bed. “You look amazing. Get over here, woman. I’ve got something for you.”

“Good, because I’ve got something for you, too.” She slid under the covers with him.

“Is that so? Maybe we can do a trade,” he murmured, reaching up to graze her cheeks softly with his knuckles, and her eyes closed.

Tony slid his hands from her face down her neck, around the sides of her breasts, and down her sides until he could wrap his arms around her waist. He pulled her body to his; she could feel his hard, erect cock pressed against her belly, and she hoped he could feel her stiff, burning nipples against his chest. He kissed her, ran his tongue around and over her lips, then sank it between her parted teeth, his heart pounding in his temples. His hand caressed the back of her thigh, reached her tight, firm ass and cupped her curve in his hand, then continued up her side, under the chemise, until he reached her breast. When his finger and thumb squeezed one hard, throbbing nipple, she thrust her tongue into his mouth with an expediency that surprised him, and he squeezed and twisted harder, feeling her pelvis buck against his erection.

He stopped and pulled his hand from under the chemise and covers. “The outfit is beautiful, baby, but I don’t need it. I want you, and it’s just in my way. Take it off.” Sliding out from under the sheet and turning her back to him, she pulled the chemise up and over her head and threw it across the room onto a chair. “Turn around,” he ordered.

Panic threatened, and she closed her eyes – the moment of truth. Without opening them, she turned toward his voice and waited, her heart threatening to stop. Even without seeing, she could feel his eyes on her, looking her over, scrutinizing her, and she started to tremble.

Before him in the dim light stood everything Tony could’ve ever wanted. There was nothing remotely angular about Nikki – every inch of her was soft and womanly. Her slender neck and well-defined collarbone gave way to a beautiful sight; two gorgeous breasts, just heavy enough to pull slightly downward, adorned with the largest and hardest nipples he’d ever seen. His mind reeled and he had one blinding thought:
I want my mouth on those – right now.
Her ribcage dwindled into a narrow waist, and just below its width lay her soft belly, only a slight paunch divulging that it had carried children. Her mound was bare, a thing that almost made him gasp, and he could see her arousal plainly, the lips of her pussy unable to hide her clit, swollen and dark. And those legs – oh, god, those legs! They had the best muscle definition he’d ever seen, and yet they were soft and curvy in an almost indecent way.

But the overall effect was breathtaking. There in front of him was a body that had been loved and made love to, a body that had made love to a man and satisfied him over and over. It wasn’t a body he’d expect to see in a men’s magazine or a porn video; it was a body a man wanted to keep to himself, cherish and adore, touch and fill. Tony glanced down and found his long-ignored friend had not only made a comeback, but was demanding attention, so hard that a burn had set up, and he wasn’t sure he could ever put out the fire. When he looked back up at her, he could see a tremor running through her body.

“Nikki?” Tony’s voice was filled with uncertainty. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

“Now that you’ve seen me, do you still want me?” she choked out, teetering on the brink of tears, eyes still closed.

How on earth could she even ask me that?,
Tony thought.
She has no idea how beautiful she is.
“Gee, I don’t know, angel. Take a look and tell me what you think.”

Nikki opened her eyes. Tony lay on his side, head propped on his hand, sheet wadded up at the foot of the bed. She gasped – his enormous cock nearly reached his navel, thick and so engorged that it was almost purple. It looked like it had a pulse of its own, its veins raised and dark. Better yet, it was obvious there’d been some serious manscaping going on there, something she’d heard of but never seen before, and that only served to make what was already large look even larger. She felt her nipples stiffen even more, and there was a gush of wetness between her legs.

“Oh. My. God,” she whispered, barely able to catch her breath.

Tony reached for her. “Woman, I told you I had something for you. Come and claim your gift.”

She couldn’t get back into the bed fast enough. Drawn to his cock like a mouse to cheese, her hand went straight to it, and she grasped its girth firmly in both hands. She wanted to feel it, to see if it was as big and rigid as it looked. No disappointment – it was exactly as it appeared, hard as a tree trunk. Tony’s mouth went straight to one nipple and his hand to the other, and within seconds she was moaning and writhing at the onslaught. As she pumped his firmness, he let his other hand meander down her tummy, using his fingers to graze her skin sensuously, making no distinction between the smoothness of her upper abdomen and the softer skin on the lower. She shivered, breaking out in goose bumps under his fingers like in the depths of a Maine winter, but as they moved along her softness they left behind a spreading heat like an August day in the deep south. When he reached her mons, she flexed her pelvis instinctively toward his hand, and he slid his fingers around the side of her mound and down her groin, then down the inside of her thigh and back up to the crease between her leg and her labia.

“Shaved. I love it. God, baby, you’re so fucking beautiful,” he moaned, his hand cupping her hot folds. He flexed his middle finger and pressed it inside her inner lips. “And god, you’re so damn wet,” he whispered into her breast, taking her nipple back into his mouth and nipping it with his teeth. Her back arched, thrusting her breasts forward, and he slipped his middle finger into her pussy in a smooth, fluid motion.

She gasped and thrust her hips toward his hand, and when he slid his finger back out and drew it slowly and softly up her slit, across the surface of her clit, she jumped like he’d shocked her. When he repeated the motion her response was stronger than before, and it drove him on. His teeth clamped onto her nipple and he raised his head, pulling outward until her breast was stretched out painfully, then letting it snap back, and her moaning became more frantic. Pulling his finger back out of her, he traced up her slit again, then pressed his finger inside her hood and began to slowly and softly draw his finger around her clit, making sure to make contact with each side in turn. She moaned loudly, whispered his name, and tilted her pelvis toward his hand as a heat like a smoldering coal set up behind her hard nub.

When his free hand made the trip from under her ribs up to the back of her neck, it left behind a trail of white-hot current that almost sizzled. Reaching her hair, he fisted a handful and drew her head back, taking his mouth from her nipple and kissing her, a hard and urgent kiss, his tongue probing her mouth feverishly, her tongue meeting his and dancing against it. His finger continued to circle her clit, increasing in speed and intensity, and she cried out, “Oh, god, Tony, I need to come!” and worked his shaft relentlessly, stoking the flames of her reawakening womanhood with the heat from his hardness in her hand.

“Wait, baby, not yet.” His finger continuing to circle her clit, he rolled her onto her back. Keeping up the rhythmic torture, he knelt between her legs. “Knees up, baby. I want to be inside you – I can’t wait another minute.” Nikki pulled her knees tight to her chest and drew her legs apart as far as she could, opening herself like a butterfly bursting from a cocoon, offering her most private self to him deeply and freely.

Tony took a good, long look, and the sight was dizzying. Her cunt was engorged and a deep rose, her clit swollen, and her juices ran freely out and down like honey in July. It was something he never dreamed he’d see – a woman who wanted him as much as he wanted her. He pressed the tip of his cock into her entrance, then pushed in ever so gently.

Passion and desire collided and, as the head of his cock breeched her opening, she gasped and reached for his waist, pulling him in tighter. As she thrust toward him, he drew back, then forward, pumping into her, slamming into her cervix and causing her to whimper. The whole time, she was watching him above her, the muscles in his shoulders hard and flexing as his strong hands pressed the backs of her thighs down and out, keeping her wide open to him. Those dark eyes drilled into her, serious and smoldering, taking in the sight of his cock disappearing into her warmth and softness.

“Oh, sweet lord, Tony, please,” she pleaded. “I need to come. Please!” Her hips continued to buck against him and he set the pace, his rhythm sucking her in and setting her pace as well. He started stroking her clit again, the tension building and swelling somewhere down deep inside her, boiling and rising until she reached the edge. “Oh, baby, I’m coming. Please, Tony, I’m coming – come with me, please? Please!” she begged him, frantic and panting.

“Right here with you, angel,” he groaned. He’d done his best to wait, but he felt his balls tense and draw up and knew he only had seconds. Increasing the speed and intensity of his finger stroking her clit, he moaned and she screamed out, the tension too great for her to hold back any longer.

“Tony! Oh, god, ohhhhhh!!!” she shrieked, stiffening as the orgasm took her. Her belly convulsed, her muscles tightened, and her hips churned wildly. The walls of her pussy throbbed around his cock, tight and pulsing, and he was so close to coming that he felt like he was losing his mind. As her orgasm subsided, he slid his hands around her hips to her ass. Gripping her roundness with both hands, he buried his face in her neck and began to ravenously grind into her, his cock hitting bottom in her channel over and over again, his tempo escalating, and she continued to cry out, urging him on. The sensation of his hair brushing her shoulder drove her wild, all of her want and need unleashed.

“Oh, Nikki, come again for me, babe, while I’m inside you. Join me this time,” Tony whispered in her ear. Her body responded as he pounded into her mercilessly and she cried out and screamed his name louder than before, her pelvis tilting up at an impossible angle and rocking, begging for more of his cock, her hands kneading the smooth hardness of his pecs as the orgasm hit her down deep, an inferno setting up in her depths. He felt his shaft thicken as he let go, releasing every ounce he had into her, and she felt it all, felt his heat, his wetness, all of the desire he’d been holding in for so long, all of it given to her, his gift for the desire she’d poured into him. As he came, he called out her name, long and low, almost a growl, and the primitiveness of it all ravaged her heart and made her crave more.

He dropped his full weight onto her, wrapped his arms around her waist, pressed his face into the side of her sweet-smelling neck, his lips to her ear, and he whispered softly, “Nikki, I’m so in love with you that it feels like my heart is split wide open.” He felt her hands travel up his back and then his neck, finally winding into his hair. She put a hand on either side of his head and lifted it so that their eyes met.

What he saw in those eyes took any fear, any hesitation, any doubts he had, and pulverized them, sending them into the wind like ash and smoke. “Oh, baby, I’ve felt so empty for so long. I finally feel full.” She kissed his forehead. “I love you more than I know how to say,” she whispered to him, her face wet with tears of pure joy and delight.