Finally, he came up, licking his lips.
Her eyes fluttered open. He caught sight of a trail of tears running down her cheek. His thumbs gently wiped at it. “Does it make me a sadist that I find you hot every time you cry while coming?”
“I thought this was already established. That and the fact that you like to make me wait. As if I’m some starved woman trying to stealyourvirtue.”
He laughed, the sound warming her chest. “I’d say sorry,amoremio.” He pecked the bridge of her nose. “But as I said, it’s so fucking hot, and you waiting was for the best.”
He made one light stroke from her entrance to her clit, repeating the path with a mewl from her. “Everything will be okay. I’ll prepare you enough so that you won’t feel much pain,” he assured her before dipping one finger inside.
A sharp breath left him when she clamped around it. “Holy shit.”
His breath was shallow as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. “Just the thought of me being inside you like this could make me come so hard I lose my fucking mind.”
She gasped at his crude words, but the way she wiggled beneath him spoke volumes of how much she liked them.
He continued to pump his finger in and out of her as his thumb made circles at her most sensitive area. “Would you like to experience that?”
She didn’t answer, but the way her eyes became hooded, and her hips started moving forward to meet the thrust of his finger, told him all he needed to know.
He inserted another finger, and she moaned, her head falling back onto the bed.
“Look,” he ordered.
Emily whimpered as she gazed down to witness what he was doing to her.
“Touch your breast.”
The way he looked at her was compelling. It made her willing to do anything to please him.
“Help me make you feel good.”
Nicolas observed as she obediently cupped her breast and pulled at the nipple with her index finger and thumb.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” he groaned and pumped his fingers into her harder.
A cry flew from her lips as her eyelids momentarily screwed shut. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and it was no mystery that she was almost there. Finally, he curled those digits to stroke a special spot inside of her that wound her up beyond measures.
An embarrassingly long moan escaped her lips. She clamped her thighs together as her second orgasm for the night hit her like a freight train.
“Oh my God,” she groaned when he came up swiftly to glide his length against her, coating himself in her wetness.
“More.”She surprised both of them by begging against his shoulder.
Nicolas pulled back and thrust forward again, the head of his shaft pressing so close the tip barely entered her before he pulled away. “Are you still on the pill?”
“Yes,” she assured him quickly.
His jaw clenched when her back curved up from the mattress to offer herself to him. “Please.”
He started longer strokes against her, letting the crown of him prod her opening once more.
Emily couldn’t take it anymore.
She pushed back and forced the tip inside of her.
Instantly, her body stilled.
“Relax, baby,” Nicolas cajoled softly.
