Her touch is gentle but unwavering. Her flavor is sweet, threaded with longing. Her hunger contained, though it aches to be unleashed.
“Yes, Wynter. Take it. Take what you want. I want it too.”
Shifting, she pushes off her sweatpants. I push and kick mine off at the same time. Crossing her arms over her chest, she pulls off her shirt and rolls back on top of me straddling my hips.
“Yes,” I hiss when her sweet pussy settles on my shaft. “Clean. No sex since tested ten months ago.”
“I’m also clean and on the shots.” She meets my gaze. “I want you, Niko. Just you. The man you are. Nothing else.”
“I know mykardiá mou. I know. I want only you.”
Sliding my hands up her soft thighs, then over her hips, I palm and gently plump her breasts. They fit perfectly in the cup of my palm. Her hard nipples press against me. I flick the hard little buds with my thumb.
Sucking two fingers into my mouth, getting them nice and wet, I reach between us. Gliding them over her nub she arches against me. Her whimper is so erotic. “Play with those sweet breasts while I get you ready to take me. Show me how you cup them and tease them when you’re alone.”
“Ho-how do you know?”
“Because you’re innately sensual. It’s how you move, in your eyes. Your shyness may confuse some. I see you. The real you.”
My cock is aching with need. She rises just enough I . slick my fingers in her juices and press my fingers into her. In and out I pump, priming her to take me, watching her.
“You are so perfect, so beautiful. Ride my hand, sweetheart.”
“Niko, make me come. Please make me come.” Her gasps tell me I’ve found the spot and rhythm to satisfy her. “Now, sweet. Ride my hand and come for me.”
She gasps. “Nico!”
“Yes, now.” Her sweet mewl of honest pleasure fills me. More important than my own need, I’ve just satisfied my woman.
CHAPTER 9
Wynter
I collapse on his chest. Content and satisfied like I’ve never been before.
“I didn’t know. I’ve never…”
“Never whatomorfiá mou?”
“Never come like that with someone. I’ve always been too nervous to truly relax, and my ex was always in a hurry.”
“Your ex was an asshole. Ladies first. Always first. Wait, are you saying you’ve never come on or with a guy?”
“I’ve-ah-taken care of myself after.”
“How many assholes have you dated?” he snaps.
“Two. One in high school and then one in college. I mean I had dates but those were the only two that made it to sex.”
“Two pump chumps,” he mutters.
“Do you want me to move away?”
“Hell no. I’m just letting you catch your breath before round two.”
“I’ve read all these romance books, and the characters always seems so confident in their sexuality. What to do, when to do it, how to do everything. I was never that girl. Never confident in anything really.
“I was good at homework. Giving the right answers in class was easy, all the information you needed was in the books. Doing what others asked me to do was easy.
