Amelia stepped into the house, finally steady after the emotional rollercoaster of the night. The weight of everything she'd learned still hung heavy, but her tears had dried. Though her eyes were puffy and red, the dim lighting worked in her favor, masking the evidence of her breakdown. Inside, she hoped for some solitude to process everything, but as she entered her bedroom, she saw Nick was already there.
The soft click of the light switch filled the quiet space, followed by the faint glow of the bedside lamp. "You're home. Everything alright? I almost drove down to the lab because I was worried," Nick said, his voice filled with concern as he crossed the room to meet her. He gently wrapped his arms around her, placing a kiss on her forehead.
"Everything's fine," Amelia responded, her voice steady despite the turmoil within her. "I might need to stay late for the next few days. There's a lot piling up at work."
Nick sighed in disappointment, pulling her closer into his chest. "I was hoping we could finally spend some time together tonight. The kids are asleep, Sally's gone. It's just us." His voice held a mix of playfulness and desire.
Amelia froze, her mind still racing from the revelations of the evening. Sex was the last thing on her mind. How could Nick be so nonchalant, acting like everything was fine, like nothing had changed? She felt herself stiffen in his arms, unsure of how to respond.
But Nick's touch was persistent, soft at first, then more intimate. His hand slipped under her shirt, his fingers expertly finding the clasp of her bra and unhooking it. He wasted no time, sliding his hand to her front, lifting her bra, exposing her breasts to the cool air. The contrast of the room's warmth and the sudden exposure sent a shiver through her.
"Nick, we should—" Amelia started, trying to focus, but her words faltered under his touch.
"One night can't make up for six years, Amelia," Nick murmured, his voice low and dangerously seductive. His hands cupped her breasts, squeezing them gently, his fingers teasing her already-sensitive nipples.
A soft gasp escaped her lips before she could stop it. Nick's eyes darkened with amusement as he grinned. "Look at that, you're already hard, and I'm barely getting started."
He didn't wait for her reply, lowering his head and capturing one of her nipples in his mouth. His tongue flicked over the sensitive peak, sending a jolt through Amelia's body. He moved slowly, savoring her reactions, switching between her breasts, sucking and teasing until she couldn't suppress the moans that escaped her lips.
"Nick, I'm all sweaty," Amelia protested weakly, her body betraying her as it responded to his touch.
"You want to shower?" Nick's smirk was laced with mischief as he pulled back slightly. "Alright, I'll help with that."
Before she could object, Nick swept her up into his arms, carrying her into the bathroom. He turned on the shower, warm water cascading from the showerhead, instantly filling the room with steam. Her clothes clung to her body, soaked through almost immediately. Nick stood back for a moment, admiring her before he began peeling off her wet clothes, one piece at a time.
As the water poured over them, he massaged her skin with soap, his hands gliding over her body, kneading away the tension in her shoulders, down her back, and over her breasts once again. Despite herself, Amelia felt the heat between her legs intensify, her body responding even though her mind was still clouded with doubt.
Nick's hands moved lower, finding the soft warmth between her thighs. He chuckled softly, his voice rough with desire. "This needs cleaning too," he whispered, his fingers parting her folds, teasing her clit with slow, deliberate circles.
Amelia's breath caught in her throat as pleasure surged through her, her body trembling with the intensity of it. Her legs went weak as Nick continued his ministrations, his fingers working her sensitive bundle of nerves until she couldn't hold back any longer. Her climax hit her hard, her body jerking involuntarily as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.
Nick wasn't done. He knelt in front of her, his hands spreading her thighs apart as he leaned in, his mouth replacing his fingers. His tongue flicked over her clit, his mouth devouring her with a hunger that sent Amelia into another orgasm, her body spasming against him as her fingers dug into his hair.
She was breathless, barely able to stand, when Nick finally stood, his clothes soaked through and clinging to his muscular frame. With one swift motion, he pulled off the wet fabric, standing naked before her, the heat of his body radiating against her damp skin.
Amelia didn't have time to think before Nick lifted her again, pressing her back against the shower wall. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs encircling his waist. She could feel the hardness of him pressing against her, and before she knew it, he was inside her, thrusting deep and hard.
"Nggghh! Nick!"
"Lower your voice, baby!"
The sensation overwhelmed her, the heat of his body, the pressure, the way he filled her completely. They moved together, their bodies finding a rhythm as old as time. Nick's thrusts were deep and steady, each one bringing her closer to the edge again.
"Nick! Ohh!"
Amelia clung to him, her nails digging into his shoulders as she moaned, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. The sound of water splashing around them, mingling with their moans, echoed through the small bathroom. Nick's grip on her tightened as his thrusts became more urgent, more desperate.
They climaxed together, the pleasure crashing over them like a tidal wave. Amelia's head fell back against the wall, her body spent, her legs still trembling around Nick as he held her close. For a moment, they stayed there, catching their breath, the sound of the shower the only noise in the room.
Nick's breath was still ragged as he leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. "Tell me what's bothering you, Amelia. You seemed so sad earlier," he whispered, his voice gentle but full of concern.