I keep the pace slow and deep, grinding against her with every thrust, making sure my pelvis rubs against her clit. My hand slides between us, fingers finding her swollen nub, circling it slowly while I fuck her.
“You’re close again, aren’t you?” I murmur against her neck, biting down gently. “I can feel you squeezing me. You wanna come?”
She nods frantically, whimpering. “Please… let me come…”
“Come for me, baby.”
I rub her clit faster, thrusting a little deeper, hitting that spot inside her that makes her tremble. She comes with a broken cry of my name, her pussy clamping down around my cock, pulsing and fluttering as she gushes around me.
I groan at the feeling, fucking her through it, slow and steady, drawing out every wave until she’s shaking and whimpering beneath me.
But I’m not done.
I kiss her again, deep and hungry, swallowing her moans as I keep moving inside her. She’s so sensitive now, every thrust making her jolt and gasp. Her hands are in my hair, tugging as she moans against my lips.
“You’re mine,” I growl, thrusting deeper, grinding against her. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she whimpers, voice breaking. “I’m yours, Nico.”
I kiss her harder, fucking her with slow, deep strokes, losing myself in the way she feels around me. Being inside her feels like coming home. Like everything else fades away and there’s only her.
She comes again, crying out, her whole body shaking as she clenches around me. I can’t hold back anymore. With a deep groan, I bury myself to the hilt and come hard, spilling deep inside her in thick, hot pulses.
I stay there, grinding slowly, filling her completely as her walls milk every last drop from me.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, foreheads pressed together.
I kiss her softly, then reluctantly, I slip out of her, watching as my cum slides down her thighs. She whimpers softly, still sensitive.
The sight of her, coated in both of us, is the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen. I want to keep her like this forever, leaking me, smelling like me, belonging to me.
I lean over her and kiss her forehead, brushing damp strands of hair away from her face.
“How are you feeling?” I murmur.
“Better,” she whispers, voice soft and sated.
I stare at her, taking her in, flushed cheeks, swollen lips, eyes heavy with exhaustion and satisfaction. What the hell has this woman done to me? I’ve spent years building walls, keeping everyone at a distance, and yet here she is, slipping through every crack I thought was sealed. She makes me feel things I shouldn’t. Want things I never allowed myself to want.
I dip my head and kiss her again, biting gently on her lower lip before soothing it with my tongue. She melts into me instantly. I roll us so she’s on top, her body draped over mine.
Her eyes are droopy now, heavy with sleep. She looks so peaceful like this, completely undone in my arms.
“Go to sleep,” I whisper, pressing another kiss to her forehead.
“Goodnight.”
I kiss her forehead. “Goodnight.”
Within moments, her breathing evens out. And I lie there, one hand gently rubbing her back, the other threaded through her hair, and watch her sleep.
I tighten my arms around her and close my eyes, letting myself drift with her warmth against me.
Eleonora
I wake up with a pleasant, deep ache between my legs.
Nico’s side of the bed is empty again, the sheets cool where he should have been. I’ve gotten used to this, waking up alone after he fucks me senseless and slips away before dawn. But last night felt different.
