He presses inside me, just a tiny bit, and my body lights up. “Oh my god. I don’t… Fuck. I don’t think I can?—”
“You can,” he whispers, littering kisses over my throat. “You’re a big girl. You can take it.”
I think I’d be able to do anything with him talking me through it like this, actually.
Nico inches inside, and I stretch so perfectly around him. It stings a little, but the pain grounds me, tethering me to the moment—to Nico. I have one trembling hand flat on his chest, and I can feel his heart pounding beneath the surface. My other hand is balled by my side, clenching, but it’s not enough. I reach out blindly, grappling for something to cling to. My fingers close around soft fur, and I squeeze Amelia Bearhart tight as Nico bottoms out inside of me with a groan.
I can feel him in places I’ve never felt anyone before. Holy shit, he’s so deep. My pussy clenches around him; he’s not even moving, and I already feel myself building. It’s bliss.
Nico is saying something, but my mind is drifting, shutting down, surrendering. It’s never been so easy for me to just give myself over to someone, but this is Nico. My mind knows she’s safe with him. My body, too. My heart… is nervous. But she’s not important right now.
“Este.” Nico pulls me back, his lips against mine, hishands clasping my face. I make some kind of noise in return, and he chuckles, the sound vibrating through me. “Come back to me, angel. Stay with me for just one, and then I’ve got you. I want you to remember the first time, baby. I want you to feel it.”
Maybe it’s the way he whispers “baby,” or the way he kisses me like I’m something precious, that knocks me back into the present. Or maybe it’s the same stunned but happy expression I’m sure is on my face, reflected on his. Have I ever seen his eyes so light? He looks younger, and, for a moment, it doesn’t feel like either of us is “in character.”
It makes my heart flutter.
“There you are,” Nico murmurs, his eyes crinkling when he smiles. “That’s my girl.”
He moves slowly, not breaking eye contact. I lift my hips to meet him, and the rhythm we find is almost musical, our panting breaths, whimpers, and groans a beautiful melody.
Every stroke of his cock feels better than the last, dragging me closer and closer to oblivion. Nico looks down, cursing and shaking his head.
“What?” I ask, pushing my fingers through his hair, my nails raking lightly over his scalp.
His eyes flutter closed. “It’s just… This… I’ve never… I didn’t know… Fuck.”
Oh.
I pull his face down to mine. “I know,” I whisper against his lips. “It’s never been like this for me, either.”
He kisses me like he’d happily give me his last breath, and there’s no warning before my orgasm. My thighs areshaking, my skin flaming hot, and I couldn’t hold back if I wanted to. I sob his name into his mouth as the weightlessness consumes me.
I’ve never felt anything like this. It’s the drop in my stomach from the highest point of a roller coaster, seeing a sunset from the cockpit, when it feels like the world is resetting, climbing into my own bed after weeks away, finishing a new favorite book and knowing I have the sequel waiting for me… all of my favorite things, all at once. It’s… him. It’s Nico. Oh shit.
His movements become jittery, and I lock my legs around him.
“Angel—I—I?—”
I grasp his face, close enough that I can count the shades of gray in his eyes. “Please. I want to feel you, Daddy. Ineedto feel you.”
Nico moans, going completely still as he comes. He’s always so beautiful, but his face is a work of art like this. Open, exposed, free.
I wind my arms around his neck and hold him. I’ve never had sex without a condom before, and I know, logically, it doesn’t feel that different. But there’s something deeply satisfying, primal, about feeling his cum deep inside me. Part of me wants to beg him to stay inside me, to hold onto this for as long as we can. The other part of me isn’t sure how to vocalize that without sounding absolutely unhinged.
But Nico doesn’t pull out when his breathing settles. He pulls back, but just enough to take in the picture of me,framed by the night sky. He swallows and brings my hand to his mouth, kissing my palm. “Beautiful.”
He slides his hands down my body and grips my hips, picking me up from the windowsill.
“What are you doing?” I ask, peering over my shoulder, as he carries me toward the nest of sleeping bag and blankets he made earlier.
“Did you think we were done, angel?”
18
NICO
Isip my long-gone-cold tea and stare at the clock ticking above the fireplace.
