Biting my bottom lip, I decide to just go for it. “Maybe you could help me out of this and into something…less constrictive.”
The look in his eyes changes in a flash and he advances on me like a cheetah spotting a wounded animal in the open savannah. I stumble backwards and he kicks the door closed, dropping everything he’s holding and scoops me up, tucking me close to him as if I’m the game winning ball.
I’m rushed past the living and practically hurled onto my bed once he crosses the threshold of my room. I barely have a second to gather myself before he’s attacking me once more.
“I’ve been holding back because I didn’t want to push you, but you’ve gotta know…” He squeezes his eyes shut like he’s in pain. “My sanity is crumbling, Valentina.”
My eyes search his, seeing nothing but hope and truth and even pain. I’ve teased him, given him just enough to “hold him over”, and he’s respected every ounce of my hesitation.But why am I hesitating?
It’s silly because I want what he wants. I feel that same pain because my body is begging my brain to quitover-analyzing everything, but that’s just who I am. The few times I broke free from my own restraints, I ended up with a broken heart and an even stronger resolution to not let any man in.
But I’m tired of being the strong one. I’m exhausted from holding up this ice exterior. Nico’s heat has set fire to it all, and the snow queen is about to take a great fall.
“Let me help you pick up the pieces and make you whole again.” I stroke his stubbled jaw and bring his mouth down to meet mine.
His usual rapid style of attacking me fades away and in its place slips the patience of a man who knows that taking his time will be worth the wait.
Carefully he rises, his nostrils flaring as he inhales, and he runs his hands up my thighs. They skate over my hips and slip under my t-shirt. The rough skin on his fingertips scratches my skin and I shiver. He lifts the shirt and I raise my arms, allowing him to pull it up and over my head. Cool air rushes over me when my breasts fall free and my nipples harden.
Slowly he descends and begins laying soft kisses all over my face. From my closed lids to the tip of my nose, across my cheeks and finally stopping on my lips. He licks the seam, coaxing them open. When his tongue caresses mine, I melt. The way he kisses is so sensual. Too many men are in and out like a serpent. Not Nic. The way he kisses is like a slow, passionate fuck. Yes I said fuck because his soft kiss is also deep and fierce, strong enough to suck the soul out of my body.
He continues his journey down my body, stopping to worship my breasts and running his tongue over each rib. It’s like he’s letting his prey know that there’s no stopping him from devouring it. A warning.
When his fingers dip into my leggings, he rolls themdown one inch at a time, and glides them smoothly off of each foot. He’s too good at this and I don’t want to know how he became such an expert. But an expert he is when he runs his nose up my leg, sniffing my scent and tasting as he goes.
My body trembles and I wonder if he’s going to go to the place he has yet to enter. His fingers have become well acquainted there, but his mouth has yet to meet. I don’t have a leg to stand on because my hand is the only thing he has felt. But tonight I plan to change that. And thankfully to my intrusive friend, the floors –as she said– are freshly waxed and ready to be danced on.
I dare to look down where he lies and find him looking up at me. Our eyes hold each other, unblinking and unmoving. He’s focused solely on me, and me on him. My breathing is shallow and I feel like I just can’t grasp enough air.
One side of his mouth quirks up in a cocky lopsided grin and a gleam in his eyes fills me with nervous energy. Still watching me, he sticks his tongue out and swipes slowly through my seam. I moan and drop my head back, my elbows falling out from under me, too weak to hold my body upright.
His thick and nimble fingers hold me wide and he continues to lap me up. My fingers dig into the bed and I fist the sheets, gripping them as I try to anchor myself. But it does little good when my back arches and my heels dig into the mattress. The way he sucks and licks and nibbles on me has me climbing the walls.
I mewl and cry and beg for him to never stop, please stop, don’t you dare fucking stop. My mind is a jumble and the words falling from my mouth are nonsensical to my own ears, so I can be sure that Nic can’t make sense of them. But it doesn’t seem like he cares much because hismovements only intensify to the point that it doesn’t take but a few more licks before I’m shouting to the heavens.
I work to regain consciousness from wherever the hell he just sent me, and roll my eyes open to find him looming over, a cocky smile on his face.
“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I huff out, still trying to right my senses.
“Very. Ready for more?” I nod and bite my bottom lip.
He winks and proceeds to strip himself down, still staring at me while I keep my eyes glued to only his face. I’m nervous to look at him. Sure, I’ve wrapped my hands around his thick shaft, felt him erupt all over it, but I’ve never actually met it head on. I’m not a prude but from what I felt, the goddamn thing is intimidating.
And now, here we are. Me, bare ass naked with my legs wide and my release dripping down my thighs and his chin, while he kicks off the final piece of his clothing. Slowly, I let my eyes travel from his eyes to his plump mouth, down his corded neck and over his rippled abs until they stop. On it…his hard, thick dick that stands tall andveryproud.
I gulp and my throat suddenly feels tight. As tight as I imagine it would feel with that thing shoved down it. The thought makes my eyes water and my vagina wince when it realizes that it’s the first stop.
I decide to focus on the here and now and the fact that I’m about to have sex with a sexy man for the first time in almost seven months. Let’s hope ole girl still knows how to ride.
Climbing to my knees, I shuffle over to him, resting my arms on his shoulders and kissing him. My taste is still on his tongue, and I hum in pleasure. His handsbegin massaging my ass and pulling me closer, our bodies touching so close that not even a piece of paper could fit between.
My hand runs down his body and I clamp my hand around his girth. I feel it throb in my hold and a rumble rolls through his chest.
“Do you have a condom?” I ask, our lips pressing to each other in between words.
The kisses stop and his eyes pop open. “No. Is that necessary?”
I stare at him with a flat stare. Can he really be serious right now? I don’t know how many women he’s been with and I–
