My hand slides between her thighs, fingers pushing aside her panties to find her wet and ready. I circle her clit slowly, pressing in just enough to make her tremble.
“You're mine now,” I whisper, devoted, fierce. “I've waited too damn long to claim you.”
She moans, hips bucking against my hand as I slide two fingers inside her, curling them deep.
“Feel how much I need you,” I tell her, thrusting steadily, my thumb rubbing her clit. The way she clenches around me, the flush on her cheeks—it's everything I've denied myself.
Her breaths come in short bursts, eyes locked on mine, and I see it: the recognition, the pull we've both felt across the years.
“Come for me, Izzy,” I urge, voice breaking with emotion. “Let me feel you shatter like I have every day without you.”
She cries out, body convulsing as her orgasm hits, walls pulsing around my fingers.
I hold her through it, kissing her forehead, her lips, whispering how I've never stopped loving her. The restraint is gone, shattered, and in its place isthis. Us, finally whole.
Panting, she slides off the counter, her hand taking mine. She leads me toward the bedroom, eyes dark with promise.
Seven years end here, in the space we've both been circling.
11
IZZY
Ilead Nico into my bedroom, the door clicking shut behind us like a seal on seven years of waiting.
My heart pounds, every step pulling me deeper into this surrender I've craved. His hand in mine feels like home, rough and sure, guiding me without a word.
He pulls me close, his lips claiming mine in a kiss that's all possession and relief. I melt against him, hands fumbling with his shirt, desperate to feel his skin.
God, I've missed this.
Nico breaks the kiss, eyes dark with hunger as he strips off his shirt. I drop to my knees before him, unzipping his pants with trembling fingers. His cock springs free, thick and hard, and I wrap my lips around the tip, tasting the salt of him.
I've dreamed of this mouth on him, night after night, alone in this bed. Now, it's real—his hand tangling in my hair, guiding me deeper. I take him in, sucking slow and deep, letting him set the rhythm.
He thrusts gently at first, fucking my mouth with controlled strokes. “That's it, Izzy,” he whispers, voice rough with need. “Take it all in.”
I hum around him, the vibration making him groan, his grip tightening. Each taste sends heat pooling between my legs, my submission complete as I let him use me.
His hips buck faster, cock hitting the back of my throat, but I don't pull away. Tears prick my eyes from the stretch, but it's perfect, this act of giving. I've missed yielding to him like this, losing myself in his control.
Just as his breaths turn ragged, he stops, pulling out with a wet pop.
“Not yet,” he growls, hauling me up and flipping me onto the bed.
I land on my stomach, ass up, heart racing with anticipation.
He yanks my pants down, exposing me, then positions himself behind. His cock presses against my entrance, slick from my mouth, and he thrusts in hard, filling me in one brutal stroke.
I cry out. The mattress muffles the sound as he starts pounding into me.
Each slam drives me deeper into the bed, his body covering mine like a claim.
“Fuck, you're so tight,” he rasps, hand fisting my hair to arch my back. The angle hits deep, sparking pleasure that borders on pain, and I push back, begging for more.
“Please, Nico,” I gasp, voice breaking. “Come inside me. Put another baby in me. I need it, need you to fill me up.”
For one who’s just heard, “Tell no one he’s mine,” my words are irrational, but I’m way past common sense. Anything to continue to have him inside of me. I’ve missed this. All of it. Right now, the want consumes me.
