“I’m going to hold you until you stop shaking,” I tell her. “And then we’ll get showered. Or you can shower on your own. Whichever you want. I’ll heat up some food. We’ll put on one of those sappy romance movies you used to make me watch. And later, once we’re full and rested, we’ll have our second, second time. Okay?”
Silence drags long enough that I think she’s going to say no.
Then she nods. A tiny smile appears. “Okay.”
Chapter Fifteen
SOFIA
“Shit, Soph, that feels so?—”
Nico grips the sheet, his forearms flexing with the effort of keeping his hands still. The tendons in his neck are tight. His features are both hard and soft—all strong lines and angles, but softened with affection.
As our eyes meet, his gaze burns into mine.
“It feels so what?” I ask as I stroke his velvety length, from base to tip and back again. He’s hot and slick in my hand, growing bigger by the second. His arousal throbs. Twitches. His hips jerk towards me.
His hand comes to my breast. Then he rolls my nipple between his fingers, setting off sparks of electricity that go straight to my core. My inner walls convulse around nothingness, reminding me of how desperately I want to feel Nico inside me.
“Incredible,” he replies. His voice dips. “Feeling you touch me, seeing you like this…”
As I stroke him again, he gives my nipple a little tweak. It’s the perfect amount of pain amid this storm of pleasure, and I thrust my breast into his hand instinctively.
“Ah.” A satisfied smirk quirks Nico’s lips. “Do you like that?”
Before I can answer, he reaches between my legs with his other hand and plunges one finger inside me. As he pumps his thick finger in and out, he lightly pinches my nipple again.
My stomach tightens. Need pulses through me.
“I think you do,” Nico adds. He sounds pleased with himself. “Am I right?”
“Yes,” I breathe. Then I stroke him again, adding more pressure this time. He thickens. More pre-cum leaks out. With the extra lubrication, I move my hand faster. Working him. Bringing him closer to the edge.
Nico gasps, and I add smugly, “I think you like this, too, don’t you?”
Rather than answering, he leans down to take my nipple into his mouth. First, he sucks hard. Then his teeth lightly graze my sensitive skin.
My breath catches.
Nico adds a second finger to the first, stretching me. As he moves in and out, faster and faster, he curls them inside me, hitting that little spot I’d nearly forgotten.
My belly quivers.
My skin feels like it’s on fire.
Desire builds; a fire kindling into an inferno.
Nico releases my nipple and leans back to look at me. “I do,” he agrees. “I love it when you touch me like this.” He palms my breast, plumping it in his big hand. “And I love touching you. Watching how you respond to me.”
With him above me, sitting back like he is, I have the perfect view of Nico’s broad chest and those gorgeous tattoos. I neverconsidered myself a big fan of tattoos before, but on him? I can’t get enough.
I can’t explain it. There’s just something about watching the play of the intricately drawn lines as he moves. The movement of the feathers on his arm when he reaches for something. The flex of the fox’s head with every rise and fall of Nico’s chest. And those little initials just above his heart…
They make me sad, yes. Thinking of that boy who loved me so much he snuck off to get our initials inked on his body forever. Of how we were so sure we’d be together forever.
They remind me of what we lost.
But they also remind me of what we had together. How beautiful it was.
