Here we are with the next installment. Many thanks to Jaz for proofreading and Asylumseeker for being such a good editor, a big hug to both of you. Chapter 6 is almost written, so hopefully will have that up and running soon as well. Enjoy the read.
Saint Ives Whelan Chronicles: Dominic Saint Ives - Whelan
Chapter Five: Passion and Revelations.
Waking up slowly, Fran noticed she was draped over a warm, hard body. The muscled chest was slightly going up and down, breathing. Opening her eyes just a little, she saw she wasn't in the living room and, taking a peak upwards, Fran concluded Nick probably carried her over to his bed.
Her one leg was comfortably tucked up between his legs, her knee resting just under his impressive crotch. Fran's arm lay relaxed over his taut stomach. During the night the sheets got pushed back, just covering their legs.
Opening her eyes completely now, she took the opportunity to give Nick a thorough inspection. Looking up at his face, it was relaxed, a few laugh lines showing next to his eyes. His mouth was opened just a little bit. Hesitantly she brought up her hand and tenderly stroked his lower lip.
She trailed further down to his muscled neck, brushing his collarbone. Her hand flat on his upper chest now, Fran's caresses became bolder. Nick still didn't respond to her explorations, so she kept up her adventurous exploitations of his sculpted torso. When trailing her hand over his stomach, his six-pack was very noticeable and with one finger Fran went over each light bump it showed.
Smiling inwardly she felt some stirring against her leg that was still tucked up between Nick's legs. Looking up at him, she took in his features. He had a light stubble and when she put her own cheek on his, it was nice feeling it brushing against her own. He still didn't give a sign of waking up, which made her become even bolder with her touches.
Moving back a bit, she let her eyes roam his face, still relaxed from being asleep. Fran saw he had a small scar running at his temple, just under his hair line. Softly she trailed it with her finger, going over his jaw down to his neck.
There she saw some black markings.
Didn't notice these before. Could he have a tattoo on his back?
she wondered. One by one she touched the three small stripes, following them as far back as possible. Removing her hand she then bent down and planted a kiss on each end. Loving his smell, she kept up the little kisses and moved to his collarbone.
Laying her head on his chest, she heard his heart beating like a fast drum, looking up she was surprised a bit, he didn't give one sign of being awake. The passion filled look in his dark brown eyes told her otherwise.
"Don't stop now, love, I'm not complaining," Nick reassured her.
A blush quickly crept up her face, making her even more beautiful in his eyes. Bringing up a hand, he gently touched her cheeks.
He had been wide awake from the second he felt Fran move next to him. Biting back moan after moan as he felt her touching him, Nick knew he wouldn't stop what she was doing, it felt too good. His dress pants felt like they were two sizes too small by the time he felt her kiss his neck.
When he watched her face as she looked up to him, he felt his possessiveness rise to the surface. There was no way anything would come between him and the luscious brunette in his bed right now. Grabbing her waist, he moved her under him in one swift move and firmly planted his lips on hers. He was in no state of mind to take no for an answer, the past two days finally catching up with his patience.
Deepening the kiss, Nick explored the depths of her warm mouth, battling her tongue for more access. Realizing he was nearly losing his restraint he broke off the kiss, leaned back and let his head rest on her chest. Hearing her heartbeat, he listened to it for a few seconds.
Sitting on his knees, he shifted and raised himself. Having a nice view in front of him, Nick let his hands brush along her arms until he was able to take hold of her hands. Raising them both to his chest, he pressed them over his racing heart.
Looking at her blushed face, eyes slightly parted, her lips swollen from his ravenous kiss, she was the most beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on.
"I didn't mean to -" she started saying, stopped by Nick, who put a finger on her lips.
"Honey, whatever you were doing, I liked, no, I loved every second of it. Never hold back, ever. You didn't wake me, but help me God, if we go on now I will not be able stop. This is your one chance to back away," Nick told her.
One of her hands that was pressed against his chest moved up and grabbed his neck, pulling herself up a little.
"I'm sorry, Nick," she started, seeing the look chance on Nick's face, anticipating her refusal. "I'm afraid that if we stop now, I will not be held accountable for what I might do to you."
Fran giggled when she heard his held in breath escape his lungs. Nick scooped her up and planted her on his lap, her legs wrapping themselves around his waist.
"Why you little tease! You almost gave me a heart attack there," he told her before he captured her lips again.
This time his kiss wasn't so rushed and he relished the feeling of having her sit on his lap. Although his arousal was aching to be released, he kept up his slow torment on her lips.
Grabbing her hair he softly pulled her head back, giving himself more access to her neck. He lingered with his kisses and nibbles right on the spot where he, at some point later on, would bite her. He tried to undo the top of her dress, his big hands battling the tiny buttons at the base of her neck.
"You got to help me here, because I don't want to ruin this dress, but if it's not gone quickly..." he whispered urgently in her ear.
Leaning back, she smoothly undid the two little buttons which were holding the thin pieces of fabric together. Now loose, she held the front of the dark red garment, but Nick pried away from her hands. Taking hold of the front, he pushed it downwards, brushing against a nipple while doing so.
Hugging her again, he brought her back to him, pressing their bare chests together. Cradling her neck, he bent his head to kiss her again, taking things slow this time. He licked over her bottom lip with the tip of his tongue, a quick kiss that almost seemed to be more of a swift brushing of his lips on the corner of her mouth, then repeating the same with her upper lip. Only then did he cover her mouth to begin his earlier caress again.
It wasn't long before soft moans were heard in the room, coming from both Nick and Fran.
Sitting comfortably on his lap, her legs still wrapped around him, Fran let her hands trail over his spine, slowly going down, then up again. She felt him shiver and she repeated the same caress until she felt him bending them down.
Lying on her back, Nick got up again, breaking the sweet contact of their lips once again. Resting his hands on her waist for a few brief seconds, he then slowly moved them upwards, cupping her breasts and squeezing them. All this time not taking his eyes off hers, he wanted to drown in the passion he saw reflected in the dark pools which gazed back at him.
Fran's hands covered his, pressing them more firmly against her bosom, her thighs squeezing his waist while she tried to move against him. Scooting a bit closer, Nick prevented her from getting what she wanted, knowing he wouldn't let her have the upper hand in their lovemaking just yet.
Pinching her taut nipples, he saw her biting her lip and failing to hold back her moans. Remembering how she reacted the day before, he knew she liked both gentle touches and more firm, harder ones. Yesterday he had built up the tension, going from gentle to rough.
A devilish smile crept on his face when he suddenly pinched a puckered up nipple and bent down swiftly to take the other one in his warm mouth, sucking gently on it. Fran let out a startled gasp at the different treatments he gave each nipple and arched her back up to him, offering them to Nick. She wanted more of what he was doing.
Her hands fisted his hair, pushing him closer to her, he was tormenting her. Being rough on one nipple and tender with the other, it was driving her insane. She never could have imagine they were that sensitive, but yesterday rectified that, resulting in her having the most intense orgasm in ages.
Right now Nick was teasing her relentlessly and finally he switched around, making the torment even harder. She tried to move against him but he had her pinned to the bed and all she could do was let him have his way. Grabbing his hair even tighter, she tried to pull him back.
"I need more," she breathlessly told him, "Nick, please, more," she pleaded again.
Still he didn't give up his assault on her nipples and breasts. After a few more blissful moments he put his hands beside her shoulders, slowly looked up at her, his eyes dark with passion and a golden glow around the dark brown of his irises. Mesmerized she gazed in them and the next second he slanted his lips over hers.
If she thought their previous kisses were hot, passionate and breathtaking, then this one belonged in a totally different class. He was letting her know that he wanted her and her alone. His big hands tangled in her hair, then cupped the back of her head. Keeping up his relentless attack, he started making a possessive trail over her face. With each kiss he became a bit more gentle. By the time he reached her neck, she could only tip back her head and moan at the things he was doing to her and letting her feel.
Suddenly he moved back completely, grabbed her and turned her around, so she was on her hands and knees. Taking in the sight in front of him, Nick did his best to hold back an appreciative howl. One hand trailed her spine and gently brushed over the butterfly she had at the base of it.
He gripped the tiny zipper and opened the rest of her dress and helped it slide down her legs, then lifting one and then the other, he removed the red garment. What was left was the most sexy woman he'd encountered in ages, sitting on her hands and knees on his bed dressed in nothing but a tiny red thong, so tiny it was not even worth the name.
Placing his hands on her buttocks, Nick squeezed them firmly, getting a soft moan in response. Stretching his larger frame over hers, he nuzzled her neck, fighting back the urge to nip her. Cupping her breasts, he pulled her up against him and sat them up, both now sitting on their knees.
