Chapter 33: Chapter: 33

ANDREA

What a picture we must have made, me standing before Nicklaus with only two barely there scraps of lace as cover—him completely nude, and he's kneeling before me, but even in his kneeling position, there's no mistaking who is dominant.

Nick could be lying down in the gutter, and he'll still be dominant. It's his powerful aura that speaks for him. He was an alpha male through and through.

The fear I felt towards Nicklaus size was momentarily forgotten when he pulled my hips to his face, and fucking sniffed me, running his nose right over my clit.

“You smell so fucking good, Andrea,” he growled. I trembled. It shouldn't have felt half as good as it did, I still had my lace panties on, but it did. I should be mortified, but I wasn't.

It felt so good, after what felt like forever, but was mere seconds of him sniffing me and stimulating my clit with his lips and nose. Nick placed a soft kiss on my hip bone, then he used his thumbs to slide down my panties.

I helped him and lifted each of my feet. Stepping out of the thong, he stands up. Running his hands over my body, slowly from my thighs to my quivering stomach and over my breasts. Heat pool low between my thighs. I expected him to grab a breast in each palm and squeeze, but he didn't.

“You're so beautiful, Andrea, so damn sexy,” he murmured, reaching his hands behind my back to unclasp my bra. My breasts spill free, nipples beaded tight.

“You have such beautiful, smooth skin, it's the softest I've ever touched.”

He's stroking me, his long fingers running over my body slowly, leisurely, taking his time to study me, and when those fingers flick over one tight aching nipple, I whimper then bite my lips to stop the loud moan wanting to escape.

His words and actions turned my brain into mush. “So responsive.”

“I'm going to take my time sucking on these pretty titties,” Nick growled hoarsely, rolling both my nipples, thumbing them. His eyes were so hungry, this time, I couldn't hold in my moan.

He took off my bra that was hanging in my arms, and unexpectedly captured a pink nipple and sucked it hard into his hot, wet mouth. I moaned and arched my back, wordlessly begging for more.

He released it and sucked the other one, giving it the same treatment. Then he palmed them both with his large hands, weighing and thumbing the stiff nipples.

“Fuck, I love your tits, Andrea, so soft and plump, and they fit so well in my palms.” I moaned, arching up for more.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured.

My legs began shaking, and my knees were weak. I was now leaning towards him, too weak to stand on my own. Nick swept my legs under me, I squealed before I held onto him, he carried me to the bed, and placed me on top of the soft covers right in the middle of the bed.

I froze.

I didn't know if it was the fact that Nick was over me or that we were on the bed that triggered my panic attack, teleporting me back to the past. But all of a sudden, I couldn't breathe, and I felt suffocated.

Nick felt the change instantly. “What is it?” he growled. “Andrea? Andrea? Fuck!”

He quickly lifted off of me, when I hysterically tried to push him away from me, hyperventilating, I fell on the carpet.

I tried to remember what my therapist had taught me, the 2-4-7 method breathing in to the count of two, holding in to the count of four, and breathing out to the count of seven.

Before I knew what he was about to do, Nick was behind me, rubbing my back, whispering in my ear, saying something calming. At first, I couldn't hear him, couldn't understand him. But soon enough I did.

“Breath in, Andrea, hold it, hold it, now let it out, slowly again. Breathe in, hold, hold, then out.”

I followed his instructions and mimicked his actions, breathing in as he did, and when he let go, I did too. Soon, my breath was back to normal. I noticed three things all at once.

Firstly, I was naked, and I was on the carpet. Secondly, Nicklaus was naked too, and lastly, he was hugging me from behind, his one hand embracing me completely while the other smoothed my hair.

My face turned to his. Something tugged at my heart. He'd calm me, help me through my panic attack.

I felt that monstrosity that was between his legs at my hip, though he was not aroused like he was before, now that we were no longer on the bed, my waning lust was suddenly back with a vengeance.

I knew Nick might not want to continue from where we stopped, but I won't let my past get in the way. I want this, I want Nick and I feel terrible about wanting him despite everything Jules had told me about the man, but I can't deny the truth to myself.

Tomorrow I will think about the consequences right now. I needed him in a way I've never needed any man. Before my newfound courage left me, I grabbed his cock! Maybe a little too hard because Nick shouts.

“Andrea!”

“Sorry,” I say sheepishly, biting my lip.

“What are you doing?” Nicklaus asks with that arrogant brow arch. His deep voice is hoarse.

“Continuing where we left off.” I boldly squeezed him a little, running my hands over his hot flesh, his eyes darken.

He was rock-hard in a moment, silk over steel, we were so close that we were breathing the same air.

“I'm giving you a rain check,” he rasped, jaw gritted. I grab that pulsing part of him firmly.

“I don't need a rain check. What I need is to forget that ever happened. It's honestly embarrassing,” I confessed, my hair tumbling over my face.