He swipes a finger in, pulls the cup out, and hooks the entire thing under.
And then it’s his turn to stare. And stare. And stare.
I grin.
Nico is shellshocked. “Wh—This entire time…” He tugs on the cup of the other side and does the same thing, both my tits now bracketed by my bikini and lifted and presented to him in offering. He wets his lips. “Don’t fuckin’ tell me these pretty little nipples were pierced the whole time? Three feet away from me? The entire time?”
“Are you going to salivate over them or salivate on them?” I demand to know, hips still circling, needingsomething, anything but his eyes to touch themnow.
Evil glints in his eyes as he rakes a hand over his open mouth. “Both,” he finally says, spitting on the right one before wrapping his lips around it.
I would have fallen back into the water if he didn’t have an arm around my back. I grip onto his hair and hold on for dear life.
He uses a thick hand in tandem with his tongue and mouth, lifting the heavy weight of my breast towards his face while licking, sucking, tugging, tonguing the bar back and forth. For minutes,hours, slurping and squeezing and moaning as if he hasn’t eaten in years.
I am not proud of the sounds leaving my own mouth, the heat of it all shooting through to my fingertips, down, down to where it aches so badly that I’d come if Nico so much as looked at it.
“How could you hide these from me, honey?” he croons on his way to lavish the other side, rolling the abandoned one between his fingers.
“Howdareyou?” Nico says, minutes,hourslater. And with no warning at all, he lifts me slightly to land a sharp slap directly on my clit.
Wh—I scream, the shocking force of my first non-self-induced orgasm in a year bending me backwards, light and color swirling, and Nico, dear Nico, gives me the flat of his palm to ride out every single wave.
“Wow, baby, look at you,” he’s muttering into my ear. “You’re so pretty when you smile, but you’re even prettier when you come. Was that your first since Sister Annie? How did that feel?” he murmurs in between deep draws of my tits as he tugs the bottom of my bathing suit to the side.
“Who the fuck are—” I gasp, but I am rudely interrupted by one (two?!) finger(s) sliding right up into my trembling pussy with no fucking warning and forcing past any resistance.
He hisses. “Does this tight pussy need to be stretched after an empty two years?”
“Dildos are a thi—” I try to retort, but I am again rudely interrupted when I quickly realize that my collection of dildos has nothing, actually, on Nico’s (three?) fingers. He rubs my front walls with the tips, my clit with his palm, gripping my entire fucking cunt in his big hand and working it. Back and forth, while I pant and moan above him.
“Give me another,” he whispers with a rough jiggle, andoh fuck.
“Nico!” I sob, this orgasm even bigger, stronger, more painful than the last, my vision whiting out at the corners. My spine might be broken with the force of it, and then I no longer exist.
When I finally float down, Nico pulls his hand out, the entire thing embarrassingly shiny with my wet. “Salty,” he says, as he licks a tear sliding down my cheek; “Sweet,” as he licks his own hand from palm to fingertip.
My heart slams out of my ribcage. I rest my head on Nico’s shoulder, now red and inflamed from my nails. He wraps his arms around me in a tight hug while I try to lower my heart rate.
“Who are you, and what happened to the kid who cried during fourth grade dodgeball?” I ask after catching my breath.
I feel him smile against my hair. “He grew up to be a meticulous scientist with a deep-seated obsession with empirical observation and rigorous data collection.” He pauses. “And to have a big dick.”
Laughing, glowing, radiant, I pull my head back. “Speaking of which,” I say, grinding down on it, “give me a taste.”
“I want to eat first,” he says, his tongue licking into my mouth again, taking languid, leisurely sips. “But maybe if you’re good, I’ll feed it to you later.”
I need a second, so I draw my legs down and lower into the water. My feet find purchase on some rock, and I tug on the sides of his swim shorts. “I’m hungry now,” I say, and he lifts his hips so I can pull it down the rest of the way.
I stare, and stare, and stare.
Nico leans his head back, exposing the arrogant slope of his jaw and his neck. “Don’t look so surprised. You’ve seen it before, honey.”
“But—” I blink. “But not like this,” I sputter, gesticulating wildly. “I’d ask you if you’ve considered porn, but…”
He laughs, brown eyes sparkling in the sun. “Good one, Annie Li. Now shut up and suck that dick.”
And finally, after months of waiting, I do.
