He started to kiss his way back down her body. Elise's legs splayed open. His mouth traced a path down her sternum, overthe soft curve of her belly. She could feel the scrape of stubble against sensitive skin, the wet press of his tongue, the hint of teeth. But she tapped his shoulder, and he looked up at her.
"What? Do you want me to stop?"
"Not even a little bit," she said. "I want to see you."
Under other circumstances, she might have been shy, but this was her only shot. She had no illusions about what the future would bring. If this was her only chance, she was going to throw caution to the wind along with all sense of propriety and take her fill.
Nico sat back on his knees. She let her eyes travel down the length of him, taking in every detail—the flex of muscle in his thighs, the jut of his hipbones, the way his cock stood thick and flushed against his stomach.
"I am all yours, baby," he said.
There was a cocky grin on his face, but there was also just a hint of truth there. This was deeper than either one of them wanted to admit, than either one of themcould ever possiblyadmit. And she would be lying to herself if she pretended for even a second that tonight wasn't going to end with her heart broken.
But that was another problem for the future.
Nico was all hard muscles and gorgeous skin. His cock jutted out proud and hard and leaking just a bit at the tip. And Elise knew exactly what she wanted.
She crooked her finger at him. And as he got closer, she reached out and carefully took him in her grip. She felt the pulse of him in her palm, the heavy weight. When she gave him a slow, careful stroke from base to tip, he growled low in his throat. It almost didn't sound human.
He was hard but with just a little give and fitting perfectly in the palm of her hand. She stroked up and used some of that moisture from his tip to lubricate the downward stroke. Theslick glide made the next pass easier, her thumb swiping over the head to gather more wetness, and she watched his stomach muscles contract with every movement of her hand.
Nico's eyes sank closed, and he groaned and bucked into her grip. Oh yeah, that was good. Seeing him like that, feeling the power she had over him.
But it wasn't quite enough.
Elise pushed Nico down and swapped their positions so she was the one on top of him. She straddled his hips, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his waist, and her hair fell forward over her shoulders in a curtain that brushed against his chest. From this angle, she could feel the hard length of him trapped between them, hot against her belly, and every breath he took shifted his hips just enough to create friction that made her want to forget the plan and just take him inside her right now.
He might have thought she was about to ride him, but she went lower and lower and kissed the same trail down his abdomen as he had done for her. She tasted salt and musk on his skin, felt the jump of muscle beneath her lips, and when she swirled her tongue around his navel, his whole body tensed in anticipation.
"You don't have to do that," Nico said.
She scoffed. "This is not about what Ihaveto do, buddy."
And then she took him into her mouth. The first taste of him was salt and heat, and she heard the sharp intake of breath above her.
Just the tip.
She couldn't quite manage all of his considerable length without more practice than she would ever get when it came to him. She worked him with her hand where her mouth couldn't reach, finding a rhythm that had his hips jerking up despite his obvious attempt to stay still.
One night only,she reminded herself, and did the best she could, choking a little, but then pulling back before Nico could try and be a gentleman and pull away.
She wanted to give him this, wanted to feel the way his body moved beneath her, wanted to taste that masculine taste, know that she was the one doing this to him. His hand came down to tangle in her hair—not pushing, just holding, fingers flexing against her scalp every time she did something he particularly liked. Her body was on fire with need, but she didn't pull back.
Not until Nico let out a groan and pulled away.
"Oh—" She pulled off of him with a pop and was just a little disappointed. Her lips felt swollen and wet, and she could still taste him on her tongue.
A part of her wanted to taste his completion, wanted to bring him all the way to that final moment. But only a part of her. The other part of her was practically dripping with need, and if she didn't get Nico inside of her in the next minute, she might lose her mind—well, lose her mind even more than it had already been lost by the craziness of this situation.
Nico had one hand on his cock and one hand on her hips. It wouldn't take anything for him to slide into her. His thumb pressed against the jut of bone at her hip, and his other hand wrapped around himself, guiding the head of his cock to rest just at her entrance. She could feel him there, hot and blunt, just barely touching her, the anticipation making her clench around nothing.
And then he cursed.
"Fuck, a condom!" he said.
Elise grinned and waggled her fingers. "Remember, baby, I'm a healer and a witch." And she took a chance, pushing her finger against his pec and sending the tiniest little zap his way. It would have felt like nothing more than a snap of static electricity.
Nico whistled out a breath, but he didn't pull back, didn't retreat. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
