I wish I were brave enough to take him into my mouth. I wonder what his piercing would feel like? For himandfor me.
Laying me down, he trails his lips along my collar bone. Up my neck. His teeth score the shell of my ear, sending shivers all through me.
“We can stop…if you want,” he says. I believe him. Nomar would never hurt me. I think it would kill him to do so. But if he stops now, I might not find the courage to ask—to demand—he touch me again.
“No.” I run my fingers over one of the bars piercing his nipples. A low sound rumbles in his chest. “I want this, Nomar. I want you.”
He shoves the duvet down, baring me to him. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Lisette. Seeing you come…I’ll never get enough of you.”
His hands are everywhere. Pinching my nipples, cupping my breasts, stroking over my sides. And his lips… He consumes me, and I him. The salty tang of the skin at his neck, the way his abs flex when I flick one of the piercings with my tongue, the sounds he makes…they are intoxicating.
I kiss my way across the thick scar, my gaze fixed on his erection. “Can I touch you?”
Nomar takes my hand and guides it to his shaft. “You can do whatever you want to me, Lisette. I’m yours.”
He’s so smooth. Hot and hard. My fingers still when I reach the thick ring at his crown.
“It’s all right, sweetheart. Touch it. You won’t hurt me.” His lips press to my temple. The scent of him surrounds me, salty and rich, and I think maybe…I want to taste him. But for now, I circle the piercing, find the thick vein at the underside of his length, and feather a light touch up and down.
“God, yes. Just like that,” he groans.
A drop leaks from his tip, but I don’t shy away. I kiss my way down his chest to the neatly trimmed, wiry hair, and finally, to his crown. I cannot take him in my mouth. Not…yet. But with the briefest taste, I find something I thought I had lost forever.
“Fuck. I need to be inside you.”
Nomar eases me onto my back, slides his hand under the pillow, and pulls out a condom.
Watching him roll it over his length should not make me ache inside. It should frighten me. He’s thick, and it has been so long.
I hook one leg around his waist as he positions himself over me. “Please,” I whisper, though I do not know what I need—other than him.
Slowly, Nomar slips inside me, stretching me, filling me until I cry out. His muscles tense, a look of horror in his eyes, but I cup the back of his neck and pull his lips to mine.
His kiss sends a burst of warmth over my skin. I grab his ass, and with a gentle tug, bring us as close as two people can be.
“Lisette…tell me what you need.”
“All of you.”
He lifts his head, and in his gaze I find so much more than arousal. No words pass between us as he moves his hips. With each thrust, my body comes alive. His piercings amplify every sensation—from the barbs scraping against my nipples to the ring sliding deep in my channel.
His pupils dilate. The veins at his temples swell and pulse with each beat of his heart. I want to live in this moment. In the pleasure cresting inside me.
“I can’t…God. I’m so close.” Nomar reaches between us, his fingers slipping over my sweat-drenched skin to find my clit.
The world around us fades away. There is only his touch, his heat, his voice whispering my name.
I fly off the edge, pleasure rolling through me in endless waves. Nomar groans, long and low. His cock swells, and he slams into me one last time before he lets go.
* * *
I feelit when he starts to pull away. To shut himself off from me. As if this one night of passion—of connection—will destroy him if he gets too comfortable. Too close.
He climbed back into bed and turned off the light after disposing of the condom, but rather than holding me, he laid on his back staring up at the ceiling. The hint of light from downstairs lets me study his profile, and I turn onto my side. “I thought maybe…you would stay.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he says, but there is no emotion in his voice.
“You already have.”
