“You taste so fucking good,” he murmurs, voice rough and low, before leaning in.
His tongue drags flat and slow along my slit, from bottom to top, pressing firm against me. I arch my back off the cushions, a moan escaping as he circles my clit with the tip of his tongue, deliberate and unhurried.
He laps at me steadily, building the heat with each pass, his mouth covering me completely now.
“So fucking wet already,” he growls against my skin, the vibration sending a jolt through me. He sucks on my clit gently at first, lips sealing around it, then increases the pressure, drawing it between his teeth just enough to make me whimper. His hands grip my thighs, fingers digging into the flesh to keep me spread open for him, thumbs brushing the insides where I'm most sensitive.
The pleasure coils low in my belly, tightening with every flick and suck. I thread my fingers through his hair, holding him there as my hips buck up toward his face.
“That's it,” he encourages me, the words muffled but clear, pushing me closer. “Come for me, Izzy.”
And that just fucking does it.
Waves of heat crash over me, and I shatter, my body shaking as I cry out his name, pussy clenching around nothing while he keeps licking through my orgasm, drawing it out until I'm panting and spent.
But I want more. I’m so hungry for him, I could die.
“Please,” I moan.
“Please what, Izzy?”
"Fuck me.” I’m not making any sense right now, but I don’t care. “Or let me suck you off. Want you inside me. Don’t care how.”
It’s too dark to see much, but I could swear his pupils grew wide at the sound of those words.
He rises to his feet, hands going to his belt, the metal buckle clinking as he unfastens it. But I push myself up before he gets further, my legs still trembling.
I kneel in front of him on the cushions, reaching for his pants and yanking the zipper down. I shove them and his boxers to his thighs, and his cock springs out, thick and veined, the head already glistening. My hand wraps around the base, feeling the heat and the pulse of him as I stroke upward once, slow and firm.
“Go slow,” he growls. “You’ll choke if you’re not careful.”
“Want to,” I slur.
He lets out a little laugh at that. “Impatient little princess.”
I lean in and take the tip into my mouth, tongue pressing against the underside as I suck. He groans deep in his chest, one hand fisting in my hair, guiding me without forcing.
I swirl my tongue around the head, tasting the salt of his pre-cum, then slide down further, taking more of him inch by inch until he hits the back of my throat. I bob my head, hollowing my cheeks, hand twisting at the base on each upstroke.
“Goddamn, your mouth feels good,” he mutters, hips twitching forward slightly. “Suck it harder, just like that.”
I do, increasing the pace, my free hand cupping his balls, rolling them gently as I work him deeper. His breathing roughens, breaths coming in sharp bursts. I can already taste him, can’t wait to feel him come down my throat, to swallow him all down?—
But then he tugs me off with a growl, his cock slipping free with a wetpop.
“Wha—” I blurt, but he’s already yanking me up by the arms.
“You said you wanted me to fuck you,” he whispers, all roughness and heat. “Have you changed your mind,principessa?”
That single word in Italian nearly undoes me.Princess.“No,” I moan. “I want it. Wantyou.”
The second I say that, Nico pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him, knees sinking into the cushions on either side of his hips. His hands settle on my waist, lifting me just enough to position me over his cock. I lower myself slowly, the head nudging my entrance, slick from before.
He pushes up as I sink down, filling me inch by inch, stretching my walls around his thickness until I'm seated fully, our hips flush.
“Feel that, Izzy?” he says, voice gravelly, eyes locked on where we're joined. “That’s how fucking hard you make me.”
I nearly come then and there.
