“Please,”she begged. “Everything’s so intense. If you could close your mouth for one second, I bet I’d be able to breathe by then.”
Much to her frustration, those words had the opposite effect.
“Do my words make you feel that good, baby?” Her stomach clenched as he continued whispering sweetest professions. “You’re so beautiful it should be a crime.”
“Nicolas—”
“Mi fa venire voglia di leccare ogni parte del tuo corpo.”
Her legs pressed together. Nicolas wondered if she understood what he’d said. Or at leastsomeof it. He didn’t know the extent of Emily’s Italian comprehension, not because he didn’t care, but because it had never been a barrier between them, they spoke in English. Still, he loved the way her eyes sparkled with a hint of understanding whenever he spoke to his family on the phone. Or when she watched those old, overdramatic movies with no subtitles.
Now, more than ever, he hoped she grasped the bottom line of his desire. Hisneed. The suspense of it all got his cock painfully hard and Nicolas realized now why the bigger part of him didn’t want to know.
He buried his face in her core, licking, teasing, and making the most of everything she had to offer him. She tasted sweeter than he’d imagined. So fucking good he almost came in his pants. He was mad at himself for not doing this last time.
He breathed in her scent through his nose, wishing it could stay within him.
Emily was looking for some way to get a grip as he ate her like she was his last meal on this earth.
The sounds he made were lewd.Suck. Slurp. Lick.Her cries came out louder than before, reverberating from her chest, stomach and all the way into his mouth. He wasted no time hitting the most sensitive spots, thriving on the reactions she gave.
“God, right there. Please, Nico. I?—”
Her lower body started moving against his face. Her thighs were shaking. He thought about denying her that pleasure for a moment, but when her eyes glossed over, she was long gone.
With a satisfied moan, Emily came undone. Her hips stuttered but he pinned them against the couch, allowing himself to finish his work. His art. Because every bit of the way she came apart was for him. Her moans were forhim. Her tremors were forhim.And most of all, the name she cried out washis.
His and his only.
A groan left Emily when she finally slumped against the furniture. “Oh God, I cried again.”
Nicolas wiped at the corners of her eyes, grinning at her silly state. He found himself in a trance as she reveled in her high. It was the most carefree he’d ever seen her. But he had other goals to meet.
Nicolas’s back met the couch as he dragged her down to sit on his lap. “Don’t think I’m done with you just yet.” Her eyes widened in fear and anticipation. “What, are you scared of me already?”
She rolled her eyes at the challenge. That was more like her. Always wanting to prove him otherwise.
“Let me guess. Does my husband want me to make him come?” Her legs parted on both sides of him, her knees brushing against the carpeted floor. Her hips were on the move again before he could answer.
Jesus fucking…
A groan came from the deepest part of his soul, knowing this could be the end of him. She was going to kill him but?—
“Don’t you dare fucking stop.”
Her movements became faster, eyes narrowing with spite. He loved it. As if she could tell, her lips molded against his fiercely in retaliation. His mouth opened, swiping at her tongue, as he lost his mind.
“You’re so annoying,” she breathed after in the junction of his neck, causing him to shiver. This time her tone was affectionate, and Nicolas tucked the sound of it deep inside, something he’d keep forever.
His hands pulled her dress over her head. Now her entire body was on display. His jaw clenched. He was trying to keep it together. The urge to take her had grown more irresistible these days. He wanted to run his hands over every inch of her skin, offer kisses to each spot that would flush under his mouth.
Not yet.
Nicolas was blown away by the fact that she had neglected to wear a bra under said dress. How he managed to miss that was ashame on him. Her small nipples were aroused. She mewled when he hungrily grasped both breasts in his hands and engulfed them within his mouth.I’ve missed this…
He encouraged her to move against the bulge she sat on. Emily, compliant as ever, did so, back arching as he devoured her mounds. She became more needy, more driven.
She was coming again. He could tell.
