“I’m in bio-prosthetics. Everything’s a medical device to me.” I lean forward, press my lips to her inner thigh. “Especially the beautiful complicated ones.”
She laughs, but it dissolves into a gasp when I bite down gently. The sound goes straight to my cock.
Her t-shirt comes off first.Myt-shirt. I peel it over her head slowly, kissing each inch of skin as it’s revealed. Her collarbones. The hollow of her throat. The swell of her breasts. She’s not wearing a bra.
She’s perfect.
“Beautiful,” I murmur against her sternum. “So fucking beautiful.”
“Nico,please,” she gasps.
“Please what?” I mock.
“More.”
But I don’t give her more. Not yet. Instead I trace the faint silver lines on her stomach. Stretch marks, barely visible in the dim light. Evidence that her body has changed, grown,lived.
I kiss each one.
“These are mine, too,” I tell her. “Every mark. Every scar. Every so-called imperfection.Mine.”
She makes a sound that’s a half sob, half moan. Her fingers tangle in my hair.
I work my way down. Kiss her hip bones. Her inner thighs. Breathe against the heat of her, and she’s wet. So fucking wet already, and I’ve barely touched her where she wants me most.
“You’re cruel,” she gasps.
“I preferthorough,” I counter.
The first swipe of my tongue makes her back arch off the bed. I hold her hips down and do it again. And again. Building pressure, reading her body’s responses, aiming for the exact rhythm that makes her muscles tense and her breathing stutter.
She’s close. I can feel it in the way her thighs shake. In the desperate sounds escaping her throat.
I stop.
“No.” The word is almost a wail. “Nico...” she whines.
“Not yet.” I press a gentle kiss to her inner thigh. “We have time.”
I do it again. And again. Three times I bring her to the edge and pull back. By the fourth time, she’s begging. Literally begging, the words tumbling out incoherentand needy.
“Please. Please, Nico. I can’t. I need. Please. Please please.”
“Pleasewhat?” I taunt darkly.
“Please let me cum,” she begs.
I look up at her face. Her eyes are glazed, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from biting them to keep from screaming.
She’s the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“Good girl.” I lower my mouth to her pussy. “You may cum now.”
Her whole body convulses with the orgasm. I can feel her pussy clenching beneath my mouth.
But I don’t stop. Don’t let up. I work her through it with my tongue and my fingers, and before she’s finished cumming the first time, I’m already building her toward the second.
“I can’t,” she pants. “Too much.”
