“You have to promise me that you’ll tell me if your arm starts to hurt—if I jostle you too much.”
“I promise,” he says, so quickly I’m not sure he even really processed the words.
But it’s enough to reassure me. I’m so fucking wet for him that when I sink down on his cock, the movement is faster, harder than I intended. It knocks the breath out of me.Fuck.He’s so deep like this.
I place a hand flat on his chest, closing my eyes and breathing slowly as my body adjusts. In and out, in and out.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Youfeelso good.”
My thighs are shaking when I start moving, rocking back and forth over him. It’s as much as my body can manage. Neither of us is going to last long.
“God… so deep,” I sob.
“I know, angel, but you’re taking it so well. Such a good girl for Daddy.”
He’s hitting me in places I’ve never felt before, and I feel him all over me. Right now, like this, we’re so connected, so close. It should always be like this.
“Mine.” I let the word fall from my lips without meaning to as I place my hand flat on his chest and feel his heart pounding behind his ribs. I’ve never been a particularly possessive person, but there’s something about Nico that makes me want to claim him like how he’s claimed me.
His eyes widen, but he nods. “Always yours.”
“And I’m yours. All yours, Daddy,” I promise.
Nico’s hand flexes, gripping me so tightly that it’spossible his fingerprints might end up branded on my hips. He guides my movements. For now, we have no choice but for me to be in control, but as he pushes and pulls me over his lap, it’s easy to imagine he’s pulling the strings, striking the match, setting me ablaze.
I spread my thighs a little, crying out as it somehow pushes him deeper.How is that possible?It’s the beginning of the end for me. My body takes over, faster, harder, riding him more erratically, and it’s fucking incredible.
Nico may only have one good hand, but he puts it to perfect use, bringing it down on my ass with asmackthat makes my vision blur. I sob his name as I come, and he follows right behind me, holding me with shaking hands as he comes inside me with a groan.
I don’t move straight away. I’m not entirely sure Icanmove.
This was the first time with Nico that I’ve been on top, and, though his size always feels perfect in the moment, I’m not nearly flexible enough for it not to burn. There’s a yoga studio up the street, and I might have to start going just so I’m limber enough to keep doing this while he’s wearing his sling. I suppose it wouldn’t be a bad thing from a mindfulness point of view, either. Maybe I could convince Nico to do it with me. Not in class, he’d hate that, but at home. I’m sure he’d enjoy me practicing in front of him, and it would be worth wearing pants just for him to tear?—
“Angel.”
“Huh? What?” I blink, Nico coming into focus. He’s holding my chin with an amused expression on his face.
“You can’t fall asleep with me inside of you when I can barely touch you. Come on. Let’s go to bed.”
I rub my eyes and wince as I clamber off him. “I guess I’m more tired than I realized.”
“It’s been a long few days,” he says, rubbing my back. “But I’m glad we did this.”
“It was a perfect date night,” I tell him, giving him one more kiss. A chaste kiss. Because tired or not, my body could quite easily agree to round two.
Nico’s bedtime routine is a lot longer now that he can only use one arm. I have to help him get undressed (oh no!) and squeeze the toothpaste onto his toothbrush, but I like it. For weeks, he’s insisted on taking care of me and grumbled every time I tried to reciprocate. I’m sure he’s not happy about letting me help now, but he doesn’t complain, and it just makes me feel closer to him.
We climb into bed, and I lean across him carefully and turn out the lamp on his side. It’s funny how just a few weeks ago, lying on the couch until we were too exhausted to do anything but sleep was the only way we could get any rest. Now, I kiss him goodnight, snuggle into his side, and we both drift off without a question.
30
NICO
There were so many little things I took for granted before Georgie died that now seem so magical to me. I think my favorite is the casual way Este slips her hand in mine as we’re walking down Main Street with the dogs.
“They’re surprisingly well-behaved on the leash. I wouldn’t have expected it since they’re used to having free rein.”
“I leash trained them when they were puppies and try to remember to refresh their memories every few months,” I explain. “We don’t often get bear sightings up near the cabin, but I don’t let them roam when we do.” I take in the dogs, their tails wagging as we stroll down the street. Their noses are going a mile a minute, their heads whipping every which way. I don’t usually take them into Jackson with me unless we’re going for their annual checkups, so they’re not used to being around new sights and smells. They’re handling it better than I am—I’m exhausted. Though that probably has more to do with my pain meds than anything else. They dull the pain, but they also dull my whole body.It feels like I’m dragging it through mud, even though I’m mentally alert.
