The Luna Choosing Game



It was difficult while he was touching me like this, but I forced all of my thoughts away from my own pleasure and toward getting Nicholas as naked as me.

I dragged my hands up the front of his torso, appreciating every curve and dip of his hard muscles along my way to the base of his throat, where I began to open the buttons of his shirt. One by one, I popped the buttons free. When all were done, I pushed the shirt back, revealing his toned chest.

He removed his hands from my breasts only long enough to shuck the shirt off. Then his hands returned to their tender massage.

"Pants next," he growled against my mouth, right before he dove his tongue back into it.

"Mine or yours," I said, breathless, as I came up for air.

"Mine," he answered.

I dropped my hands to his waistband and unbuckled the belt. I pushed the button free, then pulled down his zipper. His erection strained against the back of my hand.

He removed his hands from my breasts again, this time to help shove his pants down to the ground. He kicked them, and his shoes and socks away.

He was naked and glorious. I couldn't take my eyes off of his perfection.

He watched me watch him, his eyes darkening. Then, he placed his hands on my hips and gently eased me to the side.From NôvelDrama.Org.

*Nick?"

His attention went to his desk. He considered it for only a moment, before he placed his arm down and swept all the contents from the desktop down onto the ground, entirely clearing it.

His dark gaze returned to me and my panties grew wet. Oh, I was definitely on board with this plan.

Immediately I started to undo my pants. I was taking too long, probably, because Nicholas grabbed them and yanked them down, freeing me from all constraints.

Then his hands went back to my hips. He lifted me up, away from the discarded clothes, and plopped me on top of his desk.

He leaned me down until my back was stretched out over the desk with my legs dangling over the edge.

In a moment, he had a condom wrapped over his rock-hard dick. Then he stepped into the space between my legs. He lifted them and draped them over the crux of his elbows.

He lined himself up and then slowly pushed himself inside of me.

I clawed at his desk, my fingernails uselessly scratching against the wood. There was nothing to hold onto. I lifted my hands above me instead, clasping onto the corner of the desk above my head.

Nicholas grabbed me firmly by the hips and started thrusting himself in and out of me with quickening speed. God, it felt so good. "Ah... Nick... Oh..."

As his pace picked up, so did the strength behind his thrusts. He grunted at each forward movement. Soon, as he pistoned in and out of me, his grunts were nearly as loud as much near-continuous moaning.

*Ah! Ah! Nick! Please - ah!"

I could only hold on as he plowed into me, my breasts bouncing at the force of his thrusts. Only his harsh grip on my hips kept me in place, else I would surely slide up and up the desk.

I was entirely at his mercy, and I wouldn't have had it any other way.

In this, as we chased bliss together, we were as one.

His eyes were on mine, and mine on his.

Maybe we couldn't share our love with words, but I felt it in every inch of my body.

"Nick... Ah, Nick!" I was close to the edge about to topple over.

I reached one of my hands out for his, desiring the connection.

He clasped it at once with one of his own.

And together, we crested the mountain of pleasure, and jumped straight into unrivaled bliss.