I lick it like it’s the last fucking ice cream cone I’ll ever eat. Trace my tongue up his length, wiggle it under the sensitive underside, swirl and suction around the broad head, before taking him as deep as I can. Salty heat and sweet musk. He’s delicious.
“Stop,” he grunts suddenly. Nico fists my hair to keep me down and thrusts up into my throat once, letting out a moan from deep in his belly. He uses his other hand to wipe the tears leaking from my eyes, then traces my lips stretched around his girth. “Yeah. Good,” he says, and, “I knew it. You’re even prettier when you’re gagging on me.”
Another burst of warmth in my chest, luminous under his words. I want more. I want it all, so I go to motherfucking town.
“Yeah,” he groans, “just like that,” “take a little more,” “perfect,” “pretty girl, your mouth is heaven on fucking earth,” he’s saying in between my explicit slurps. “You’re gonna makeme come, beautiful,” he breathes, impossibly large in my mouth, thighs trembling, and then…
Laughter.
Laughter, from far away.
From… up the cliff and down the trail.
I go to pull away, but Nico now holds my head in both his hands. “Nuh uh,” he scolds. “Hold on tight, Annie.”
I dig my nails into his thighs, our moans a low chorus as he fucks my face. One, two, three, four… before he pulls out. I take a deep inhale of air while he strangles his own cock, jerking the swollen tip aggressively.
“Let me paint those tits, honey,” he grits out, impossibly handsome, impossibly imposing above me, the cords in his thick neck straining. I give them to him, and he aims his dick right at the mark he’s sucked and comes in spurts with a muted, drawn-out groan.
Chest heaving, he opens his eyes and admires his artwork, rubbing some of his release into the hickey and swiping what’s gotten on my nipple piercings onto his fingers.
“Open up, Annie,” he whispers. “Tongue out.”
I do as I’m told, moaning softly as he drags the come on his fingers onto my outstretched tongue.
“You taste so good,” I tell him, after swallowing it down.
The resulting look he gives me can only be described as tenderness. Maybe devotion.
There’s a splash in the lake behind us.
Nico fixes my bathing suit and slides us into the water. “Shame,” he whispers. “I wanted to appreciate your new artwork a little longer.” He kisses my head and takes my hand to swim us over to the other side.
TWENTY
Nico
Candid,intricate, fractured, adrift Annie Li.
Hot, tight, wet,piercedAnnie Li.
Languid, post-coital, content Annie Li.
MyAnnie Li.
“Ouch,” she says, and I realize that I squeezed her hand a little too hard with that last one.
We’re “lizarding,” as Annie had called it moments ago, sunning ourselves on a large, flat rock wide enough for the two of us to lay side by side, a few meters away from the jump-off point of the quarry.
I want to cuddle my soft, lost Annie Li, but she is not, to anyone’s surprise, Annie “Big Cuddler” Li, but she seems happy with the way we’re playing with each other’s fingers, dancing and twirling them together above our faces.
“Sorry, honey,” I tell My Annie Li, Annie “Who is Now Mine” Li, andwhat the hell is wrong with me?What the hell happened to simple? But at this point it’s kinda hard to not to think about it considering I just marked her like a motherfucking animal at the first opportunity I was given.
“How did you know?” she asks.
“Know what?”
“Or rather, when did you figure out that I watchedNakedReactions?”
