“I told you the past is done. You’re my future.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I need to kiss you.” Slowly, he grinned. “Kiss your mouth, I mean. I went a bit out of order.”
The worry inside her relaxed.
“You’re supposed to start at the top.” She pointed at her face.
Eric shifted and kissed her hair. Then her forehead. Each eyelid.
As he did, he settled them into a better position, releasing her panties. Nikolett managed to wiggle one foot free, hooking that leg around his hips. Her other thigh was flat on the bed, pinned there by his body as he braced himself on one elbow, half covering her.
He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her chin. Teasing, but in a soft, worshipful way.
He lifted to look down at her once more.
Nikolett both burned with sharp need and felt soft with acceptance. His gaze slid to her lips and she licked them, hoping.
Maybe she should lift up and kiss him. Maybe she needed to be the one to close the distance, but she didn’t want to. She wanted him to do it. Wanted him to kiss her as he pressed her into the bed until all she knew was the smell, feel, and taste of him.
“Only me,” he breathed. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. The version of you without any walls up.”
Before she could reply, he swept down and kissed her.
The kiss was hard but controlled. He tasted her with long sweeps of his tongue, pulling back to firm lips—the only contact before biting her lip, tugging it a little until she opened her mouth wider, giving him better access to trace the edge of her teeth and the inside of each lip with his tongue.
Then his hand moved between her thighs, warm palm cupping her pussy. She moaned, sucking hard on his tongue as two fingers dipped into her entrance, smoothing arousal fluid to her clit.
Bracketing the sensitive bud, he began to rub her, stimulating both sides of her clit at once. Nikolett’s nails dug into his back and shoulder, holding tight as the steady, relentless touch quickly tightened the pressure in the cradle of her pelvis.
He kissed her as he rubbed her clit, swallowing her moans. His big body held her down as she arched in pleasure. He was hard and unrelenting above her, keeping her still when she was used to spinning in a thousand different directions.
The orgasm was there, right there, and she froze waiting for the release.
“Breathe, Nikki.”
He whispered the words against her lips, their open mouths brushing but no longer locked in the kiss.
“I’m close. Please don’t stop.” His fingers had gone still, bracketing her clit.
“I know. I can tell. Which is why I need you to breathe.”
She took several shallow, performative breaths and tried to rock her hips, rub her clit against his finger.
He shifted, putting more pressure on the thigh pinned to the bed as the heel of his hand pressed down on her mons. She was trapped, unable to move. Unable to take herself over the edge.
Nikolett groaned in frustration.
“Breathe,” he ordered, a hint warning in his tone.
This time, she took a true, deep breath, chest and belly both expanding.
He rewarded her obedience. One finger circled her clit in a fast, hard ring. The change in sensation was exactly what was needed, the pad of his finger gliding smoothly over and around her clit. Each pass was like the click of a clock toy key, winding her tighter, adding pressure.
“Look at me as you come,” he commanded.
Their gazes met, locked, and it was the way he looked at her that pushed her over the edge.
