When I hesitate, he smiles softly. “Kiss me.”
He doesn’t come to me, only tugs me down, forcing an angleof my body so that my clit rubs against him, along his length. He nips at my lips. “Do what feels good.”
So I do. I roll my hips and hold on to his shoulders to make myself even wetter, gliding back and forth along him as he squeezes and pets my ass, my back, my breasts. He plays with my nipples and praises me. Tells me how well I’m doing, how good it feels, how I’m in control and can’t do anything wrong.
Once we’re both worked up and panting, he nudges me to sit up as he grips the base of his length, holding it up. “Go ahead. Ride me.”
I plant my hand on his chest and rise up so he can position the broad head at my entrance, and I let my eyes flutter closed.
“No, Jo, eyes on me. Look at me.”
I snap my eyelids open and keep my focus on him as I slowly lower down. It takes my breath away, but still, I sink one inch at a time. When it pinches painfully, he works to soothe it, one hand at my breast, the other strumming at my clit. Eventually, my lungs expand, and I sink farther, being filled to the brim.
“Nico,” I whisper, unsure once again, but he merely nods and smiles.
“You’re doing so good. Look, look.” He tips his chin to where I’ve completely encompassed him, nothing between us anymore. “You were made for me.”
He holds my hands, twining our fingers together, gently pushing me to sit up, urging me to move, swivel my hips, and I eventually find what works, everything hot. Like I’ve been in a simmering pot of water, but now it’s boiling.
I lift my hair up from my neck, needing cool air on my skin, but that only seems to make Nico ravenous. “Oh, fuck yes. Look at you.”
He paws at me, cupping and pinching and clutching me so hard, there might be fingertip bruises tomorrow.
I don’t think I care.
When I speed up, he locks his hands on my hips, helping me,thrusting up from the bottom. “That’s it, that’s it. You gonna come like this? Yes. Yes, please, Jo. Please come like this.”
His words spur me on, my body chasing another orgasm, and with a circle of his thumb at my clit, I finally bubble up over the edge, pleasure releasing from deep inside me, spilling like that boiling pot. I give in to a moan, falling over, so I can’t concentrate on what I’m doing anymore, but Nico’s there, coaxing me, taking control.
“You did so good, mama. So good.” He rolls us, so that I’m underneath him, still recovering from that orgasm. He tenderly kisses my throat and along my shoulders until my mind is fully back in my body and I can order my limbs to move. I bend my legs, wrapping them around his waist, looping my arms around his neck, and he exhales harshly. “You got one more in you?”
In answer, I brush my lips over his ear, tug at his lobe with my teeth, and he chuckles. “I’ll take that as a yes.”
Then he rises up on his hands, pressing up so he can rock into me, still hard. Like this, I see the veins in his neck and arms stand out, and I imagine the blood rushing through them. Like it is in mine. Heart racing. Skin on fire.
A delicious pain.
“You feel that?” He widens his knees, able to drive into me faster. “You were made for me, Jo.”
I want it to be true.
I want our fates to align.
I want this friendship we’ve found to grow.
He groans, his teeth clenching, and I do what feels good, reaching my hand between us to touch myself. He nods his approval. “That’s my girl.”
And I want that to be true too.
I’m his girl, and he’s my guy.
“Fuck, Jo, you gonna come with me? I can’t hold it any longer.”
I circle my fingers faster, lift my knees higher, and cry, “Yes, Nico, yes!”
He groans, letting his head fall as he thrusts once, twice, three more times before stuttering to a stop. Behind my closed eyes, light bursts, and I arch my neck, draping my arms around Nico’s neck when he falls against me.
After a minute of only our heartbeats and breaths between us, he turns us, keeping me against his chest, his skin hot and damp with sweat. Still keeping his cock inside me.
