“Come on, little goddess.” His voice is soft with encouragement. His fingers stroke the sensitive skin on my inner thigh. “I can take it.”
“Your body can, but your head isn’t where your strongest muscles are.” I try for a tart and snappy tone but just sound breathless instead.
I grip the headboard and slowly lower myself. Satisfaction flashes in his eyes before he runs his tongue over me. A breath rushes out of me, making me shudder. The muscles in my legs quiver as he licks me, just with the tip of his tongue, teasing me and keeping me squirming.
I make an impatient noise, but he doesn’t give me more. I glance down, realize I’m a bit too far up and inch down a little. But the pressure still isn’t enough.
He’s not going to indulge me until I’m far down enough to suit him.
I’m closer to the edge than before, but I can’t get there. I drop down more. His breaths fan my clit, and I whimper. He wraps his hands around my upper thighs and pulls me down, guiding me.
I’m so much lower than I ever thought I should be, and he licks me hard, running the flat of his tongue over my slickness. I grip the headboard with all my might, trying not to move too much. But when he’s devouring me like he can’t get enough, his lips and tongue drive me crazy. He groans like he’s dying to get more of me. Sweat mists over my bare skin, and my back arches as I hit the peak I’ve never reached before, while my pelvis rocks against his face of its own volition.
I scream, shuddering, with Nicholas tonguing me slowly like a lazy, satisfied cat. I sit back on my heels, perching my butt on his thick chest. He grins, wiping the glistening layer with his fingers and licking them clean. “Told you nothing would break.”
I laugh while struggling to draw in more air. “Did it cure your face injury?” I tease.
“Yup. One hundred percent.”
“Mmm. But I think there’s one more part of you that needs some TLC.” I reach back and take his cock in my hand. It beats in my grip like a heart.
A raw hunger infuses the amusement on his face. I pump my hand a few times, hard enough to feel good.
He grows bigger and harder against my palm. I smile. “Let me make you feel good.”
I start to slide down, but he puts a hand on my hip and stops me. “Uh-uh. Turn around.”
My face heats with another wave of need at what he’s about to do. “Sixty-nine?”
“Otherwise known assoixante-neuf.”
“I’ve, um, never done that, either.”
Raw possessiveness flares in his dark, gray eyes. “Good. We’ll make your first time memorable.”
I turn and position myself for him. The angle is different, but I’m eager to make him feel amazing. I hold him and run my tongue over the head like a lollipop, tasting salty male. He’s incredibly large, and I can never get used to his size, how full he makes me feel. I pull him slowly into my mouth, relaxing my jaw. A low groan tears from him, then he places little kisses along my slit, kneading my ass.
Pleasure builds again, cresting higher. I suck him deeper into my mouth, using my tongue. His cock muffles my moan as he exerts more pressure against my clit.
A sharp sting on my ass almost makes me jump. The pain vanishes almost instantly, but I can tell he smacked me hard enough to redden my skin. The fact that he left his mark on my butt turns me on. It makes me feel naughty—his naughty girl.
I take him deeper into my mouth, then hollow my cheeks. As I move my head, he too is licking and sucking. Pleasure streaks through me, and as it builds, I bob with more frenzy and need, desperate to make him feel the same kind of delicious ecstasy building within me.
An orgasm swells faster, like I’m more pliant and ready after what I had earlier. Then, just as it’s about to crest, he spanks me once again and my body seems to detonate with pleasure. I suck him in almost to the back of my throat. His entire being shakes as he fights the urge to thrust deeper, lest he hurt me, and he empties himself, filling my mouth with his hot fluid.
I swallow every drop, then hold him for a moment as he strokes my ass and the backs of my thighs tenderly. All the stress and tension from the day are gone, and my muscles feel like pliant clay.
Nicholas might be right about sitting on his face being a cure-all. Not only am I sexually satisfied, I feel emotionally happy and whole.
And I pray we can continue to enjoy what we have for as long as possible.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Molly
Nicholas makes a reservation at the Skyview—a brand-new steakhouse that opened on the top floor of the Aylster Hotel—for the dinner he won at the auction.
I go shopping with Georgia for a new dress. He hints that I could do the same thing I did to get ready for the auction, but I’m more comfortable with Georgia and a more normal pre-date prep.
