Chapter Forty-Five
CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
Nina
OUR FINGERS STILL INTERTWINED, Nick uses them to tug me forward, into his embrace. His left hand grips my neck and brings my mouth to his. It’s soft and leisurely like we have all the time in the world, and I suppose we do.
I untwist my fingers from his and trail my hands up his chest, gliding around the sides of his neck. The slow, languid strokes of his tongue become more desperate as he urges me backward until the backs of my thighs press against the bed. He reaches down, cupping my ass, and lifts me off my feet. My back hits the mattress and Nick wastes no time crawling up, covering my body with his. His lips dot along my jaw and neck, fingers skating across my stomach when he lifts my sweater. The familiar roughness of his touch warms my skin.
Nick tugs the fabric over my head and leans down to press a lingering kiss on the initial branded into my shoulder. He traces the letter with his pointer finger before he looks up, tears coating his whiskey-golden orbs.
Wrapping my hand around his neck, I bring his lips to mine, and the soft kiss quickly turns hungry. His tongue sweeps across my lips, and I open to him, letting our tongues tangle in a desperate embrace. A hand tangles in my hair, tugging my head back to give him full, unadulterated access. Wet, open-mouthed kisses trail down my jaw and throat to my chest. Unclasping my bra, he kisses between the valley of my breasts.
“Where did he touch you, Davina?” His mouth is hot on my skin. “I want to know every place that his mouth”—a gentle bite on the swell of my breast—“and his hands”—he caresses down my stomach—“and his dick”—he cups me through my leggings—“touched you because I’m going to remind every inch who you belong to.”
The simple words ignite a fire under my skin, and I can already feel the pulse intensify between my legs. My husband has always been a possessive lover, a dominating force when it comes to lovemaking, and it’s one of the things I love most about him. This is the one place he doesn’t hold back no matter the circumstances. It’s the one place where I’m not forced to be in control, to clean up after everyone else, or to worry about the repercussions. Because when we are behind this door, we are not Nicholas Davis and Davina Villa—entrepreneurs, business owners, investors, and every other title associated with our names—we are just Nick and Nina, an ordinary couple trying to show their love for one another.
“Do you know who you belong to, Davina?” My husband whispers against my stomach. His lips brush against the skin above the waistband of my leggings.
“You.” I gasp as his tongue licks a stripe up to my navel, dipping inside. That’s new, and not something I’d expect, but fuck…it felt interestingly good. He tugs my leggings and underwear down my hips, and I kick them off before his fingers find my center. “Nick.” I moan when he touches my swollen folds and pulls back, satisfied.
“I’ve barely touched you and you’re fucking soaked, Davina.”
"è la tua bocca." A breathy laugh passes my lips after I say, It’s your mouth .
“This mouth?” Nick asks. He spreads my legs and blows against my entrance, and I breathe out a soft, “Yes.”
One finger swipes up my center, followed by his tongue, and the sensation bows my back off the duvet. Nick chuckles against me, wrapping his hands around my thighs and dragging me to the edge of our bed. He winds my legs around his waist and lifts me into the air, carrying me to the chair next to the fireplace. My ass hangs halfway off the edge, but his grip on my thighs is firm and supportive, pushing my legs apart as far as they’ll go.
“Dee,” he groans, staring up from under his lashes. He licks a single stripe up my center, letting his nose brush against my clit, and it sends a shiver up my spine. “Fuck, I’ve missed tasting you.” He smiles before his mouth returns to where I need him most.
“Yes.” I sigh, digging my nails through his short hair. Each swipe of his tongue that follows brings me higher than the last. “Oh my god.” I gasp when he flattens his tongue against my clit, dragging it across the sensitive bud, and pushes two fingers inside me at the same time. But it’s not only the feeling of his tongue or his fingers that drives me higher, it’s the look on his face when I stare down at him. Pure euphoria is the only way I know how to explain it—like he’s enjoying this as much as me. His eyes meet mine again and with a final brush of his tongue, it sends me soaring.
His hands brace against my legs, keeping them spread when I try to squeeze them closed, and he laps up my release with a heavy moan. My perfectly manicured nails dig into the arms of the chair as I let my head fall behind me, unable to control the strain of expletives falling from my lips.
My body arches forward without warning when he does a final suckle on my clit before sitting back on his heels. He wipes the corner of his mouth with a smirk. My nails still dig into the wooden arms, but I nod in response when he offers his words of praise.
Nick stands before me and bends down to swipe his thumb over my cheek before covering my mouth with his. “You were such a good girl.”
When I open my eyes, he’s already pushing his jeans down his thighs, leaving them in a puddle at his feet. His cock strains against the fabric of his underwear.
“As much as I want to fuck your mouth, I don’t want to wait any longer to be inside you,” Nick says, pushing the cotton down his legs and fisting his cock.
He’s fucking beautiful. And he’s all mine.
Planting my feet on the floor, I wrap my hand around his cock alongside his and the sound it pulls from him is heavenly. Stroking him, I feel the anticipation vibrate through his entire being and glide my other hand under his T-shirt to the planes of his chest. He removes the shirt in one swift motion, and I attach my lips to his chest. Tears cloud my vision when I see the tattoo on his left pectoral. I thought I’d never see it again. The black ink engrains the image of the Tree of Life in his tanned skin, the leaves designed to be birds flying from its branches.
Nick lifts my chin to meet his gaze and kisses me softly. With his hands on my hips, he guides me back to the bed, lifting me with ease onto the plush mattress. I laugh when he crawls on top of me, this time peppering my neck with kisses, his stubble tickling the skin.
“I lied. That’s my favorite sound.” His words refer to last night when he said everything was his favorite sound, but I think he means it this time. Pushing the hair from my face, he leans down to kiss me again.
We kiss for what feels like hours. No pressure, no need to rush things, just enjoying being wrapped in each other.
Nick pushes inside me without warning and my body arches off the bed, flush against him as I adjust to the fullness of him. The sensation is so familiar, yet foreign at the same time. He takes his time, pushing further until he’s seated fully inside me, filling me completely. He moves slowly at first, pulling out and pushing back in at a steady pace, each thrust bringing me closer and closer to the edge already. This might be a new record for how fast he’s made me come, but between the anticipation and coming on his tongue, I know it won’t take long until I’m cresting over the edge of ecstasy again.
My nails rake down his forearms and his back, they dig into the flesh of his shoulders as I grasp for anything I can hold on to as he rolls into me repeatedly at a deliciously, torturously slow pace. He’s taking his time, devouring every moment we are connected as one.
“Do you know how many nights I dreamed about this while I was gone?” Nick thrusts into me, filling me to the hilt, hips pressed firmly against mine. He maneuvers them in a deep circle that draws a low groan from me. “Of the woman who plagued my mind from the moment I opened my eyes until I saw you standing there. Dreamed of what it would feel like to be this close to you again. To feel you wrapped around my cock.” His breath pushes through gritted teeth when he pulls out—almost completely—and pushes back in. A guttural moan rumbles in his chest, and he presses his forehead against mine, his fingers digging into the comforter beside my head. “To remember how fucking good it felt to love you.”
When Nick opens his eyes, there’s a hint of fear inside them. It’s a look I haven’t seen before, but one that I recognize immediately. It’s the same feeling I get, the fear of waking up and he will be gone again.
“Come back to me, Fossette ,” I whisper, tracing my finger down his face. A tear slips down his cheek, landing on my chest, and I wipe another that follows. “Right here, Nick. It’s you and me. I’m not going anywhere, and neither are you.”
Nick nods, his forehead still against mine, and his eyes screw shut to fight back the tears in his eyes. Our bodies continue the familiar dance, expressing the love we have shared for almost a decade that only we know, but there is something different this time. Each movement is more sensual, more spiritual, than ever before.
“I love you, Nick Davis,” I say, and kiss him. “I love you so much it fucking hurts, and it makes my heart ache because the thought of losing you is too much. If I ever lose you again, I won’t survive.”
“Nina,” he whimpers, letting his forehead fall to my shoulder.
“Let go, baby,” I whisper against his temple, my fingers splayed out across the back of his head. "Va tutto bene. Basta lasciar andare.” It’s okay. Just let go , I whisper and gasp when he pulls all the way out and pushes back in. He does it one more time, and moans when he comes, continuing to fuck me through his orgasm. I slide my right hand between our connected bodies and rub the bundle of nerves already on fire. It won’t require much to follow him, and when he rocks his body against mine, applying even more delicious pressure against me, I come.
“ Brava ragazza, Davina.”
Good girl .
The words draw a whimper from my lips, and he kisses me, swallowing the moans of my release. He pushes up on his palms to stare down at me, to watch as I come undone beneath him, and I feel his dick grow hard again still inside me.
“You feel that, Dee?” He moans. “That’s all for you.”
I clutch at him, interlocking my fingers behind his nape, and hold on as he rocks his hips into me, fucking me again. With only a few pumps, he comes again, and this time the sensation is almost too much to my already sensitive body, but he holds my hips steady so I can’t writhe away from him as he finishes.
“Fuck, Dee.” He sighs, rolling to my side, his hand resting on my hip where it traces invisible circles. I hum in response, eyes closed as I let my body fall from the high it’s still riding. Opening my eyes, I turn my head to the side and find him staring at me. He cradles the side of my face and kisses me. It’s soft and slow, his tongue moving in languid strides against mine. “Sei mio,” he whispers when we part.
You’re mine .
“Tuo ,” I say in agreement and it makes him smile. Taking his hand, I hold it against my heart and repeat, “Yours. This belongs to you, always.”
Nick wraps his hand around the chain holding his wedding ring and slips it over my head. He unclasps the chain and drops the ring into his palm. He stares at it, and I wait for him to put it on, but he only stares. I caress the side of his face. Taking the ring from his hand, I slip it on his ring finger.