Nick responded with a low hum against my skin, the vibration adding another layer to the pleasure coursing through me. His tongue moved with purpose now, the rhythm intensifying just enough to push me closer to the edge. My fingers clenched in his hair as my back arched off the bed.
Every nerve felt alive, every sense heightened by the way he touched me. The coil in my belly tightened further until it felt like I might shatter from the intensity of it all. And then—everything exploded in a rush of heat and light.
I cried out his name as wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over me, leaving me gasping and trembling beneath him. He didn’t stop until I’d ridden out every last bit, and still he wouldn't stop.
Not until I pulled at his hair.
He crawled on top of me, his body a delicious weight that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel the heat radiating off him, and when he kissed me, I tasted myself on his tongue. It was intoxicating—a heady mix of desire and vulnerability that made my heart race.
His hips pressed against mine, and I felt the hard length of him through his boxers. He wanted me just as much as I wanted him. The knowledge sent a thrill through me, and I arched into him, my hands running up and down his corded back.
My nails dug into his skin as he kissed my neck, his lips leaving a trail of fire in their wake. He moved lower, his mouth finding my collarbone, then my breasts. He teased my nipples with his tongue, and I gasped at the sensation. It was like every nerve ending in my body was connected to that one spot, and he was playing them all like a finely tuned instrument.
But he was patient, prolonging everything. He took his time, exploring every inch of me with a reverence that made me feel cherished. I whimpered beneath him, my body aching for more.
"Nick, please," I begged, my voice barely above a whisper.
He lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine. They were dark with desire, but there was something else there too—a tenderness that made my heart ache.
"You need to tell me what you want from me, princess," he murmured against my skin.
I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to put it into words. But then I took a deep breath and said the only thing that mattered.
"Fill me," I whispered. "I want… I want to feel you. All of you."
He groaned at my words, his hips pressing harder against mine. I could feel the tension coiling in him, and I knew he was holding back. But I didn't want him to hold back. I wanted him to let go, to lose himself in me just as I was losing myself in him.
He reached down between us, his fingers finding my center. I was already wet for him, and I gasped as he slid a finger inside me. It felt so good, so right. I rocked my hips against him, urging him on.
"Is this what you want?" he asked, his voice low and rough.
"Yes," I breathed. "More."
He added another finger, and I cried out at the sensation. It was almost too much, but I didn't want him to stop. I wanted more. I wanted everything.
He kissed me again, his tongue tangling with mine as he moved his fingers inside me. I could feel the tension building, the pressure mounting. I was so close, and I knew he was too.
"Please," I whimpered, my nails digging into his back. "I need you."
He pulled back, his eyes meeting mine. They were dark with desire, but there was something else there too—a love that took my breath away.
"I'm yours," he whispered. "Always."
The taste of me lingered on his lips as he pulled back, and I watched the way his gaze darkened with something primal. The moment stretched, taut and electric, filling the space between us with an unspoken promise.
“This is going to hurt,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “But I promise, I’ll take care of you.”
I nodded, biting my lip as anticipation coiled tight in my belly. It felt like standing on the edge of a cliff, ready to leap into the unknown. Part of me trembled with fear; the other part thrummed with excitement. This was it—the moment where everything changed.
He leaned in again, kissing me slowly, savoring the taste of our shared breath. His mouth moved against mine with deliberate gentleness, as if he was testing the waters before diving deeper. I melted into him, responding to each brush of his lips, letting myself sink into the warmth of this moment.
As he kissed me, his hands roamed my body—firm yet careful—as though he was tracing every line of my curves like they were sacred geography. My heart raced beneath his touch; every caress ignited sparks that danced across my skin.
Nick pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, searching for something—reassurance? Consent? I wasn’t sure. But in that moment, I felt seen in a way I’d never experienced before.
“I need you to trust me,” he said softly.
“I do,” I replied without hesitation.
