I don’t want any other man.
I want Nico.
And this isn’t Nico.
Well, I'm not ready to give up yet.
Abruptly, I slide off him and hook my fingers into the waistband of his boxer briefs.
I tug. He lifts his hips, letting me pull them down.
His cock springs free, hard and heavy, and my breath hitches.
I look down at him, my eyes wide, a mix of fear and desire swirling in me.
His cock is perfect. I want to taste it so bad, feel the soft skin slide against my tongue, as he uses my mouth.
But I’ve never done it before.
I want him to show me. I want him to take control, take it out of my hands. Tell me what to do.
I wrap my hand around his length, my touch hesitant at first, then more confident as I start to stroke him.
My thumb brushes over the tip, spreading the interesting bead of milky liquid that has gathered there.
A low groan rumbles in his chest, sending a surge of pride through me.
At least I did that right.
He lets me explore. Lets me learn with my hands, my touch growing bolder, more confident.
But not brave enough to take him into my mouth.
Again, the ache for him to take over is a physical ache.
I stop touching him long enough to pull my shorts off. He reaches over to help me, then tosses them to the side.
I straddle him again, and his eyes sweep over me in the lamplight. I fight the urge to cover myself from his intense gaze, remembering what happened last time.
He slides his fingers between my legs, then presses one inside me.
I arch my back, and a soft moan escapes my lips as he starts to move, a slow in-and-out rhythm that has me clutching his shoulders.
His thumb finds my clit and circles it, applying just enough pressure to make me squirm.
My hips back against his hand, my movements becoming more erratic, more desperate.
I’m close again.
So damn close.
He must feel it in my body because he adds a second finger, filling me.
"You feel so good," he murmurs against my skin as I fall forward, my hair cascading around us. "So wet. So tight."
I moan, a soft, desperate sound.
His thumb continues to circle my clit, his fingers moving faster, deeper, pushing me closer and closer to the edge.
