Still shy, I move up until I’m hovering over his face. My hands grip the headboard for balance, but I don’t lower myself fully.
But Nico grabs my hips with both hands and yanks me down hard, forcing me to sit completely on his mouth.
I gasp, the sound turning into a loud, broken moan the second his lips cover my pussy. His tongue immediately drags through my folds, licking up every drop of my arousal like he really is starving for me.
“Oh my God—” I cry out, hips jerking.
He groans against me, the vibration shooting straight to my clit. He eats me like a man possessed, long, filthy strokes of his tongue, sucking my clit into his mouth, then fucking me with it, pushing deep inside me. The wet, obscene sounds of him devouring me fill the room.
I can’t stop moaning. My thighs tremble on either side of his head as I grind down on his face, chasing the pleasure. He squeezes my ass hard, encouraging me, pulling me even tighter against his mouth.
I lose all shame.
My hips start moving on their own, grinding shamelessly against his face.
“That’s it,” he growls between licks, voice muffled. “Ride my face, princess.”
I’m lost. Completely shameless now. I rock my hips, fucking his tongue, my moans growing louder. He sucks my clit again, hard, and I shatter.
“Nico— I’m— I’m going to?—”
I come with a cry of his name, thighs shaking violently around his head as I flood his mouth. He doesn’t stop. He keeps licking and sucking, drinking every drop like he can’t get enough, until I’m whimpering and oversensitive.
Finally, he releases my hips. I slide off his face on shaky legs and collapse beside him on the bed, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath.
Nico turns his head, lips and chin glistening with my juices, and licks them slowly, eyes locked on mine.
“You taste like fucking heaven,” he growls.
The sight makes something wild snap inside me.
I surge forward, kissing him hard, tasting myself on his tongue. The filthy, intimate flavor only makes me more desperate. I grind against his thigh, whimpering into his mouth, needing more.
“Please,” I beg between kisses, voice broken. “Nico, please… I want you inside me.”
He pulls back just enough to look at me, eyes dark with lust.
“You sure?” he asks, voice rough.
I nod frantically. “Yes. Just… go slow.”
He kisses me again, deep and tender, then rolls us so he’s on top, settling between my thighs.
“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmurs against my lips.
I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him closer.
“I will. Just… please.”
He reaches between us, lines himself up, and kisses me deeply as he slowly pushes inside me.
His lips never leave mine, tongue stroking slow and possessive while he pins my wrists above my head with one hand. I feel every thick inch of him stretching me open, the burn mixing with a deep, aching pleasure that makes my back arch off the bed.
When he bottoms out, I moan loudly into his mouth. He groans too, a low, guttural sound that vibrates against my chest.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he whispers against my lips. “So tight around me, baby.”
He starts moving, slow, careful rolls of his hips, pulling out almost completely before sliding back in.
