“And that costume you wore tonight?” He shakes his head with a wolfish grin. “Gotta say I’m excited to strip it off you.”
I wince. “I got tired of waiting for you, so I took it off.”
“Naughty girl.” He pats my ass. “But that makes me wonder what you’re wearing under this robe.”
“You’ll have to open it and find out.”
Slowly, he drags a finger down the front of my robe, parting the two folds. I shrug it off my shoulders until it falls to the floor.
“Goddamn, Abigail. Were you wearing this all night under your costume?” His eyes slowly descend over my body, pausing at my breasts, stomach, and thighs, before they meet mine again.
“Yes, I wore the lingerie under my Little Bo Peep costume.”
“Good thing I didn’t know or I never would’ve gotten rid of that erection.”
I palm the giant bulge in his pajama bottoms. “The problem seems to have returned.”
He grabs my jaw and kisses me. I moan as he palms my boobs and tweaks my nipples through the lace.
“Need to see more of you,” he says as he pulls my boobs above the lace of my bra. “Christ, you look good like this. Turn around. Let me see the back.”
With my heart pounding, I do as he asks.
I smile when he curses. I’ve never worn a thong before, and clearly, he likes this one.
He moves me in front of the mirror over my bureau as he cups my breasts. “Look at how fucking sexy you are.” After he kisses my shoulder, he bends me over and drags his lips down my back, then bites my ass, making me gasp.
For a minute, he fumbles with my underwear until he drags them down my legs.
Oh, I get it now—why Paige said the thong had to go over the garters. This way, the stockings stay on.
He toys with the ribbons on my thighs as he nibbles along my inner thigh. Then his thick finger spreads my wetness around before he sinks it into me, and I moan.
“No screaming.”
I can fully admit that every time we come together, Nick makes me want to scream in delight. The man knows what he’s doing. I’ve never had orgasms like the ones he gives me. Even that rabbit vibrator doesn’t feel as good as the real thing.
I bite my bottom lip as he thrusts one finger, then two, deep inside me. He taps my g-spot each time, and I shiver. Reaching down, I rub my clit.
“That’s right, baby. Get yourself there.” Then he drags his thumb against my asshole.
“Oh, God.”
But when he stuffs me full with a third finger and bites my right ass cheek, I disintegrate. Bright light flashes behind my closed lids as he works me over. It’s a good thing I’m braced on my bureau or I would collapse to the floor.
I’m laughing by the time I’m done. He turns me in his arms and holds me to his chest as I smile sleepily.
“Mm. That was amazing. Dang near forgot my name,” I mumble against him.
His chest rumbles with a laugh. “I love making you come. Especially when you make those little noises.”
I look up at him. “What little noises?”
“The ones you make when you’re trying not to scream.” The smug look on his face makes me laugh again.
Lifting up on my toes, I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him. “Thank you for my bedtime orgasm.”
We kiss for a long moment until he starts grinding his huge erection against me. “Will you be a good girl and suck my cock?”
