I’m fucking boneless as Nico gets to his feet and snakes his arm around me, keeping me upright. “Good?”
I turn my head and take his mouth in a greedy kiss, my flavor bursting on my tongue. “Fucking great. Came without touching my dick.”
Nico hums and grabs my cock, stroking my spent length in a loose fist. “You done?”
“Not by a long shot.”
He chuckles as he nestles his shaft between my cheeks. “Can you take me?”
“Stop talking and give me your dick. Your voice is annoying.”
His deep laughter sends goosebumps racing down my spine and has my cock chubbing up.
A bottle flicks open behind me, and I poke my ass out, needing to feel his dick inside me. I need him to split me open, so I know I’m still here. I need the burn, need the stretch.
Nico’s fingers find me again and he makes quick work of getting me ready for him, two, then three fingers easing out of me. He uses those digits to press against my prostate. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll fucking blow before he can get his dick in me.
As if reading my mind, Nico removes his fingers, then slots his cock against my hole. A fragrant aroma reaches my nose, cutting through my lust haze.
Grunting, I ask, “Did you use my fucking conditioner as lube?”
I can hear the smile in his voice as he asks, “You got a better idea? You want me to get out of the shower and get lube, handsome?”
I grab his hip, keeping him in place. “Don’t you fucking dare. Give me what I want.”
He doesn’t respond with words, simply starts the slow glide inside me.
I lean my head back until it’s resting on his shoulder, a silent scream parting my lips.
He’s so hot, so fucking thick. Every inch he slides in sends zings of pleasure flowing through me. He’s fucking owning me with his dick, claiming me without words.
“Nico,” I whisper, reaching for him. He grabs my right hand, lacing our fingers against my belly. “Please, make me feel it.”
With a sensuous roll of his hips, Nico presses into me to the hilt. I keen, arching my back for him to go even fucking deeper.
He hums appreciatively, his fingers flexing in mine as he pulls his hips back and slams forward.
Over and over, he pumps inside of me, saying without words that I belong to him, that I’m his, that my hole will be filled with him at the drop of a fucking hat.
God, what would I do without this man? I never would have made it through my ordeal without him, without someone to look forward to.
His cock tunnels in and out of my pucker, pressing against my prostate with each glide.
“I missed this hole so much,” he whispers against my shoulder. “I promise I won’t let you go again. I love you too much to let you out of my fucking sight.”
“Keep me,” I beg, holding his hand tight enough to break the bones. “Don’t let me go.”
“Never, baby. You’re all mine.”
With those words, my release crashes through me, shouting my pleasure for everyone to hear.
Poor Manuel.
Nico talks me through it, telling me how good I am and how perfect I feel. After a few more thrusts, he whispers, “I love you so fucking much,” and comes inside me, painting my walls with his seed.
We pant as we come down from our orgasm high. It’s only when my head is clear after being licked and dicked to within an inch of my life that my ribs start screaming at me. It’s been six weeks, but apparently that’s not enough time to do any real strenuous activities that required heavy breathing.
Nico, the fucking mind reader that he is, asks, “How badly are you hurting?”
