And all I can do is hold onto him as my pleasure climbs.
“That’s it,” Nicky encourages as our bodies slide against each other. Hot, sticky, fully lost to finally giving in. Together. Keeping one hand to steady me as I bounce on his cock, our pace increasing as we tumble toward completion, his other cradles my face, anchoring me to his soulful blue eyes. “Come on my cock,solnyshka.”
I can feel it then, the start of an incredible orgasm, my pussy fluttering as Nicky drives faster and harder into me.
“Yes, there?” he asks when my eyes begin to roll back on a particularly deep thrust. “Eyes on me, though,” he instructs. “Want to see it when you fall apart and wring every last drop of cum from me.”
“Nicky!” I cry when it hits, unexpected and catastrophic. The climax burns through me, sharp and beautiful, making my legs shake and my breath shudder. I cling to him, riding the waves in a rhythm he sets by continuing to guide my hips, chasing his own release. Stars burst in my vision as I try to keep him in focus, but the edges go hazy.
“Going to fucking come!” Nicky says, just as a second, smaller peak crests in me. His hips become a blur as he snaps them into me.
Once.
Twice.
A third time, followed by a bellow of satisfaction that rumbles through his entire body.
“Yes, take it,” he breathes against my lips. He gives short, messy kisses, timing his release between panting exhales, and I feel drunk on the remaining taste of myself there.
“That’s my girl, so fucking good,” he praises as I melt into him. My legs shake, and I’m nearly boneless when Nicky gently guides me back to the firm solidness of his lap. He begins to soften inside me, our combined release beginning to seep out, but I don’t care. I just hold him to me, as his fingers trail up and down my spine, and his lips return to the spot along my neck I know will have a hickey in the morning.
Unhurried and unbothered, we slow down. Our pulses return to normal, and our skin cools. When I pull myself from the spot I’ve tucked my face against in the crook of his neck, he’s looking at me with wonder and a tenderness it’s too early to name. So we don’t. Carefully, we untangle our bodies, and Nicky carries me to the bathroom.
It’s late.
Or maybe it’s early.
The thin gray light that frames the curtains doesn’t give as clear an indication as the numbers on the bedside clock.4:26 a.m.Behind me, Nicky securely pulls my body against him. It’s only been a few hours since we crawled under the covers of the guest bed, but I’m surprisingly rested.
Something shifted tonight between us, and it wasn’t just physical. Our connection has built slowly, and being togetherfeels as natural as breathing. I’m more of myself than I have ever been with someone, and I see the way Nicky lets down his walls with me, too. There are changes that we’ll have to face—professionally, personally—but I like the certainty that we’ll be doing it together. Because Nicky’s loyalty, his honor, and his commitment are already mine. I’ve sensed it the closer we became, but tonight Ifeltit in every touch, every kiss, and in the security of his arms now.
“Solnyshka, we should either go back to sleep or make waking up worthwhile.” Nicky’s voice, sleep-roughened and rumbling, moves through my chest. It vibrates, and his arms tighten when I angle my hips slightly. He’s hot and hard against me, slipping along the curve of my ass. I didn’t bother to put my panties on before we crawled between the sheets. Nicky chose to wear nothing, a decision I’m entirely grateful for right now.
“What would make staying awake worth your while, Nikita?” I trace my fingers along the back of his hand, banded around my waist, threading them together after a few passes. I drag our joined hands slowly under the hitched hem of the cotton tee I’m wearing. Nicky takes the hint, skimming his touch across my belly and up to the sensitive skin on the underside of my breast. A deep moan travels from the curve of my neck, down my spine. Nicky’s mouth presses against the junction there, and I arch into the touch.
“We still have leftover pizza.”
“What?” I freeze, the flutters of growing arousal sputtering out. Nicky laughs, dark and smooth. He lifts himself onto an elbow, still teasing me with thoughtless motions of his other hand. The blue of his eyes, lighter and brighter in the early morning haze, dances with mirth at my confusion.
“Hmm,” he considers, and I wait. He leans down, brushing his lips against mine. It’s a bare taste before he pulls away, his hand leaving my breast at the same time. I immediately miss thesensation, but no protest makes itself present because his hand turns and travels south. I gasp as he grips my thigh and lifts, spreading me open. Nicky’s hips retreat, then shuttle forward to allow his cock to jut between my thighs, along my swiftly dampening pussy.
An animalistic moan escapes my lips at the first contact of Nicky’s cock against my needy core. Before I can do more, Nicky steals a heated kiss and finishes hitching my leg over his hip. He slides along my seam, long and languid, before the tip nudges my entrance, and he freezes.
“Better to work up an appetite,” he pants against my mouth, and I nod. Then he’s pushing into me, the slow stretch a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. Sensing that I need more, Nicky brings his hand to my mouth and gently thrusts his fingers inside. I run my tongue along them quickly before he pulls them free and uses them to rub circles around my clit. The pressure and pattern of his ministrations are unpredictable, and he continues to slowly thrust in and out of me, giving my body a chance to fall into sensation and out of thought.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes.” My arousal spikes, pleasuring, eclipsing pain, and I begin to rock against him. My hips meet his, thrust for thrust, as he works to unravel me. I reach behind me, weaving my fingers into his hair, pulling his lips to mine. The kiss is filthy, all tongues and passion, desperation bleeding into it as our tempo increases.
“I could wake up to this every day,” Nicky confesses breathlessly against my lips, and I find myself nodding again—agreeing—even if it’s probably too soon to say something like that. I don’t care. I want to be a different kind of reckless with Nicky. Not the kind that will leave me uncertain and hurt, but the kind that will have me falling and flying. “So perfect, wrapped around me, this pretty little cunt.”
Nicky applies more pressure to my clit, rubbing faster. It’s so unexpected, it tips me almost over the edge. I gasp, clenching around him and bringing my own hand to rest atop his working one.
“Konchi dlya menya,”Nicky grits out, the command to come my final undoing. I break with a strangled cry, Nicky groaning as I tighten and release around him in waves. His cock never slows; he fucks me through my orgasm with steady thrusts, but slides his hand from my clit to my breast. He kneads the flesh, pebbling the already tight nipple into a hardened peak.
“Nikita, please,” I gasp as I ebb away from bliss, using my depleting energy to work him to completion. My begging triggers a final, hard thrust, punctuated by a mumbled grunt, and finally, I feel him spill inside me. I rock gently, milking him through the aftershocks, and he buries his face in my hair. His grip on my breast gentles as he softens in me, returning to the hold I awoke in.
CHAPTER 14
NICKY
