“You didn’t think I’d be into this with you?”
“Not right away.No.”
“It’s okay to be wrong,” I tell him, and he laughs against my skin.“Please don’t take my virginity,” I feign.“If my husband catches you…”
“He’ll what?”he slides back into character.
“Cut off your hands and poke out your eyes.”
“Not before I make him watch me fuck you first.”He yanks my pants down my legs, kissing his way down my body as he does.
His fingers pause, hovering at the edge of what I have and haven’t experienced.What I haven’t dared to do before with anyone.My heart stutters.I’m torn.Unsure if I should stop him or beg him never to let me go.
I get lost in his touch.Consumed by desire.
“Please,” I whimper, begging.
“Please what?”
Fuck me.“Don’t fuck me.”
He presses his palm to the center of my chest where my heart beats wildly, flapping like the wings of a hummingbird trapped in a cage.
He breathes in heavily.And lies on top of me.I wish I could hug him right now.
“Nico.This is what you wanted?”
“Yes,” he whispers, his hot breath fanning across my skin.His reply ignites me.
I buck against him, using my knees against him.“Get off me,” I yell.“Don’t touch me.”I wiggle, but all it does is create a delicious friction of his body rubbing against mine.
My husband kisses me, and I bite his bottom lip.He smiles against my lips.I can taste his blood when I kiss him back.I grow bolder and braver with each stroke of his tongue against mine.I manage to free one of my hands.I slap and scratch at him, fueling him more.He spreads my legs and tears at my panties, ripping them clean off.
I know what comes next is going to hurt, but I welcome the burn.The ache of having him claim me rough and greedy.
“No,” I cry out, all while pulling him closer.His fingers dance between my legs.
“You want it, Odette.You’re fucking soaked.”
I do want it.God, do I want Nico to just take me already.
“You don’t want to do this.”I hiss when he bites down on my nipple while shoving two fingers inside me.
I yank my shirt from my head, unable to keep from seeing him any longer.I can no longer pretend.“Please, Nico.Please.”He knows what I’m asking.What I’m begging for.
He jerks his pants down and slams his body into mine in one brutal thrust.
My eyes roll back in my head at the hot, white blinding pain of how full I feel.
“Nico.Nico.It hurts.”
“I know.”He caresses my cheek and kisses my mouth.“I know it hurts so fucking good.You’re so tight.Fuck, I could come inside you right now.”He starts to move, and my body snaps like a rubber band that’s been held too tight.Our game is forgotten.I stop resisting, giving my body and my heart both to him.
How can something that hurts feel so good?
Nico thrusts inside me.My body stretches around him, hungrily taking every punishing blow, aching for more.
I bite my lip, meeting his dark, consuming gaze.
