Because he was looking at her with such utter love that her heart almost broke.
Then the orgasm claimed her, and the last thing she saw before her eyes slid closed was his expression shift from love that promised forever, to a love born of fire and desire.
The pleasure rippled through her, wave after wave. Her toes curled and she raised her head, pressing her face into the curve of his neck.
Just as the last ripple faded and she started to relax into the mattress, Eric’s fingers slid from her clit to her entrance.
One long, thick finger slid into her. A hard, demanding thrust. Nikolett cursed, back arching as fresh pleasure spiked her.
“Legs spread,” he barked, and she unhooked her leg from around him, dropping it to the side to give him better access.
He withdrew, before thrusting two fingers in. She hissed out a breath as her orgasm-tight pussy fluttered around the thick invasion. He hadn’t given her time to come down from one before already starting on another.
“One more,” he warned her as he fucked her with shallow thrusts.
She barely heard him. He’d curled his fingers slightly, stimulating her deep inside, making her feel even fuller.
He withdrew his hand, bringing it to her mouth.
“Lick,” he commanded as he slid his pointer finger into her mouth.
She was surprised to taste…nothing. It must have been his ring and middle fingers on her clit and inside her.
She licked his finger, and when he started to withdraw, she sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. His finger slid from her mouth with a popping sound that made him groan a little.
She smiled, satisfied, and reached one hand down between them, wanting to touch the hard, hot length of him she could feel against her hip.
Eric’s hand returned to her pussy, the tips of three fingers finding her entrance.
That’s what he meant by one more. Not one more orgasm, one more finger.
“Breathe,” he ordered again. “I need to make sure you’re ready for my cock.”
He pressed his fingers in, getting to the middle knuckle. The fullness at her entrance was just on the point of too much.
“You’re stretching me?” she breathed.
“If I don’t, I might hurt you when I finally take you.” He pulled back, thumb tapping her sensitive clit a few times beforehe pressed his fingers in again, able to go a little deeper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Nikolett had gotten used to the fullness, and tipped her hips, helping his fingers slide in more. “Emotionally or physically?”
“What?”
“You don’t want to hurt me emotionally or physically?”
“I’m never going to hurt you emotionally again.”
“Doubtful.”
“Nikki…” Eric made a sound close to a growl and flicked her clit with his thumb. Nikolett moaned, hands clenching.
Since she’d finally managed to get her hand around his cock—over the pants, not under—that meant squeezing hard on his dick.
He groaned, before growling out, “I will never physically hurt you?—”
“Disappointing,” she gasped.
“—unless you really need a fucking spanking or I know your masochistic ass will enjoy it.”
