Chapter 14 Nicolas
nicolas
Don’t think about any of that,” I told her, pressing a kiss to the side of her lips. “Just think about me. How good I can make you feel.”
Her eyes shut, her head leaning back against the door, and I tugged on a tight curl.
She was so beautiful, I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe she was wearing my ring on her finger, that all night I’d had my hand on her. It was impossible not to when she looked like that, knowing that for better or for worse she was going to be mine.
“God, you in this fucking dress,” I murmured, tracing a finger down her neck and over her collarbone.
The champagne satin clung to her every curve, showing off her incredible body.
“I can’t fucking stand how beautiful you are, baby.
” She tilted her head to the side, giving me access, and I pressed a kiss to the soft skin of her neck.
“Nicolas,” she gasped. “I want to make an amendment to the contract.”
“Oh yeah?” I trailed my lips down her soft skin. “Which part?”
“The no sex part,” she said, letting out a whimper as I brushed her straps off her shoulder.
I hummed. “And what do you propose, my darling fiancée?”
Her eyes were dark when they met mine, her pupils practically overtaking her dark brown irises. “That you fuck me.”
“Fuck, gorgeous. Is that what you need?” I unzipped the back of her dress, letting it slide down her body in a ripple of fabric, baring her beautiful body to me. She wasn’t wearing a bra, and I let out a groan at the sight in front of me. “You need to be fucked?”
“Yes,” she moaned. “Please.” Her pretty brown nipples were perky and hard, begging for attention from my mouth.
There was no way I could deny her. I grasped her chin with one hand as I tugged her body into mine with the other. Wrapping my arm around her body, I let my palm settle on her lower back, groaning at the feeling of her skin as I brought my lips to hers, kissing her deeply.
Her hands explored my chest, tracing up my abs until she reached the top. Zofia’s hands tightened on my shirt collar. “Need this off.” She fumbled with the buttons, finally reaching the bottom one before pushing it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.
She brought her lips to my chest, kissing down lower as she dropped to her knees, unzipping my pants.
“Zofia—” I protested.
Her eyes met mine as she looked up at me, looking sexy as sin in only her panties, kneeling in front of me. “Let me,” she murmured. “I didn’t get to taste you before.”
I smoothed her hair away from her face, bringing a fistful of her hair up into a ponytail as she pulled my hard cock out, her tongue darting out to run over the tip. She wrapped a hand around my shaft, slowly pumping up and down as she took the crown into her mouth, closing her lips around it.
Groaning, I tightened my grip on her hair. “If you don’t stop, this is going to be over way too fast.”
Her eyes sparked with amusement, and she took me in deeper, her hand dipping between her legs, pushing her panties aside to dip her fingers inside her pussy.
Fuck, but knowing she was turned on from sucking my cock only spurred me on more.
Gripping her hair, I helped her work herself up and down my length, coating it in her saliva.
Finally, when I could feel my balls tightening, so close to release, I pulled myself out of her lips, desperate to be inside her instead.
Pulling her up, I crashed my lips on hers, not caring if I tasted my pre-cum on her lips, and then lifted her into my arms, carrying her to the hotel bed.
“I need to be inside you,” I grunted, setting her down on the comforter.
Making quick work of my pants and underwear, I climbed up onto the bed next to her, hooking my thumbs into her panties.
Her eyes met mine as I dragged them down her gorgeous long legs, baring her sweet cunt to me. Groaning, I buried my face between her legs, inhaling her scent and lapping up her arousal, swirling my tongue over her clit until she was moaning for more.
My cock was hard as steel, and I rocked against the mattress as I ate her out, desperate for relief.
Relief that would only come when I was buried inside my wife-to-be’s pussy.
I’d been desperate for her all night, and this was better than I remembered.
“Oh, fuck, Nic,” she shuddered, and I could feel how close she was when I slid two fingers into her entrance, working them inside her as I sucked on her clit.
Her walls clamped down around me as her orgasm hit her, and I kept massaging her with my fingers through it until she was dripping and pliant and absolutely needy, bucking her hips against my face.
“That’s it,” I cooed. “Soak my face. So sweet, I want your taste on my tongue every day.”
Zofia let out a whine when I pulled my fingers out, resting back on my knees as I appraised her, watching as her chest rose and fell quickly before her breathing evened out.
Her dark, tight curls were spread out around her, a stark contrast to the white comforter. Zofia’s warm brown skin glowed, even in the hotel room lighting. She looked like a goddess. I was pretty sure that if Aphrodite had a human form, she would look like Zofia Narayan.
“Beautiful,” I praised, thinking that word paled compared to her. “The fact that I haven’t had you in my own bed yet is a damn shame,” I muttered, thinking about all the things I wanted to do to her once I had her in my house.
“Yet,” she said, like it were the key word.
She gave me a sly smile as I reached down, fisting my cock, tugging at the length a few times. “Damn right. Because if the no sex rule is gone, I’m going to fuck my wife every chance I get. No more holding back, Zofia.” There was no way I could after having her again.
These last few months had been torture, and I was just glad we were finally putting each other out of our misery.
My girl nodded in agreement. “No more holding back.”
I pulled out a condom from my bag, glad I had the foresight to pack some. Rolling it down my shaft, I positioned myself between her hips, notching my tip at her entrance. “Yes?”
She nodded eagerly. “Yes. Please, I want to feel you.”
The head slipped inside, and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of rightness as her body enveloped me.
“Ah, fuck, baby.” I groaned, resting my head against her shoulder as I pushed inside of her. “You’re so damn tight.” I had to close my eyes as I got used to being inside her once again, not wanting to come yet.
She let out a moan as I slid inside to the hilt, my hands resting on her waist, holding her tight. “Maybe you’re just too big.”
I chuckled. “No need to inflate my ego, gorgeous.”
Zo reached up, sliding her hands into my hair and tugging my mouth down to hers. “Less talking,” she rasped. “More fucking.”
This time, we both groaned as I drew out before slamming in again.
“Been wanting a repeat of this ever since that first night,” I admitted, a rasp against her skin as I thrust into her, over and over. “Wanted to wake up next to you and bury myself in your perfect pussy again. Even though I knew it was wrong.”
She cried out as I slammed to the hilt, unable to hold my hips back from rolling against hers. The room was filled with the filthy sounds of us fucking, skin against skin, and the bed frame creaked with each roll of my hips as I pumped inside her.
“I wanted you too,” she admitted, her fingernails digging into my shoulders. “Even when I knew I shouldn’t want my boss.”
Her inner muscles squeezed around me, and I cursed. “Need you to come again before I do,” I told her, dropping my head to her gorgeous tits. “Touch your clit. Let me feel you clench around my cock.”
I sucked her nipple into my mouth as she reached down, her fingers rubbing against that little bundle of nerves as I rolled my tongue over her hardened peak, lavishing it with attention. With a wet pop, I switched to the other side, until both her breasts were shiny from my saliva.
“So fucking pretty,” I murmured, my thumb rubbing her brown nipples. “These deserve to be worshipped every day.” I pressed a kiss to each swell, resolving myself to do just that.
That was a husband’s job, right? To satisfy his wife.
And fuck if I wouldn’t satisfy my woman.
I focused on shallow thrusts inside of her, rocking against that soft spot that made her moan louder as she circled her clit. My hands were so tight on her hips, keeping her in place, that I thought she might have bruises from my fingers, but I liked that.
Liked the idea of marking her with my fingerprints, with bruises I put there, as much as I liked her wearing my ring and telling people she was mine.
“Mine,” I grunted, dropping my open mouth to her neck as I buried myself inside her, holding her tight to my body.
Zofia wrapped her legs around mine, giving a small whimper of pleasure. “I’m so close, Nic,” she said, her eyes fluttering shut.
My lips were a breath from hers. “I want to watch your face as you come,” I told her. “As you give me your pleasure.”
“Ohmyg—” she cried, her cunt clenching me tighter, spasming around me as her orgasm took hold.
Her back arched off the bed, ankles tightening around my waist like she wanted me deeper.
It didn’t take much more for me to follow behind, not when the fluttering sensations around my cock felt better than anything else I’d ever imagined.
It was all her—all Zofia.
“That’s it,” I soothed, pushing hair back from her forehead as we both collapsed back onto the bed, sweaty and spent. “Such a good girl.”
She mumbled something incoherent, and I knew I needed to get up—to take care of the condom, to make sure Zofia was taken care of—but for the moment, all I wanted to do was hold her. To keep her in my arms, feeling her there, knowing that she wouldn’t disappear the next morning.
Knowing that I might not have her forever, at least I had tomorrow.
Even though no part of me wanted to give her up.
Zofia was cradled in my arms when I woke, the way I wished we could have woken up months ago. Sunlight streamed in through the large windows, illuminating the bedroom, allowing me to appreciate her soft features in sleep.
I wouldn’t complain now. Not when last night had been everything I’d wanted for so long.
I didn’t move, not wanting to wake her, and just admired my view. Neither of us had bothered with clothes after we’d gotten cleaned up last night, so her shoulders were bare, her curls spilling down her back.
She stirred in my arms, and I pressed a kiss to her shoulder, trying to ignore the way I was already hard from her body’s proximity to mine.
“Good morning.”
“Mmm.” She turned, nuzzling her face into my neck. “It is.”
Her ass was pressed against my cock, erect and desperate to be back inside her, as if I hadn’t spent most of the night inside her. She stretched out like a cat, pushing further into my erection, and I groaned. “Fuck, baby.”
Zofia smirked at me as I gripped her hips, stilling them. “Let’s get married.”
She blinked as she sat up, the sheet falling off her as she turned to look at me. She held up her left hand—the one with my ring—like that meant something.
“I already said yes, Nicolas. Remember, we signed a contract?”
Of course I did. That was why I felt so crazy possessive over her, after all.
“I mean, right now. Today. We’re in Vegas.
Let’s just go do it. I don’t want to wait anymore to call you my wife.
” I gave her my best grin, doing my best not to stare at her tits, which was difficult because they were incredible.
Sucking on them last night as I thrust inside her was better than I’d ever imagined it could be, and I wanted to see if I could make her come just from that next time.
I pulled her onto my lap, the sheet in between us as she straddled me.
Zofia wrapped her arms around my neck, her fingers combing through the back of my hair. “I don’t even have a dress here.”
I shrugged, letting my hands rest on her waist. “You remember what I said about shopping? I’m sure we can find something.” In fact, I’d already researched bridal boutiques before we’d ever left Portland, wanting to take her somewhere to let her look at dresses anyway.
This would just be the icing on the cake.
She frowned, pausing her fingers in my hair. “You’re… really serious, aren’t you?”
I squeezed her hips. “Yeah, Zofia. I am. Be my wife. Marry me. Today.”
Zofia looked over at the clock, her dark brows suddenly furrowed. “Don’t we have conference sessions and meetings today?”
I shrugged. “Fuck those. We’ll play hooky.”
She laughed. “Who are you, and what have you done with Nicolas Larsen?”
“What can I say? Being an engaged man has changed me. And I really want to spend tonight eating my wife’s sweet pussy.”
Zofia smacked my chest, but I could see the amusement in her expression. She was enjoying this as much as I was. “Okay. Okay. Fine. But are we really going to do this without our friends?”
I kissed her lips once, twice. “We can have a party when we get back. I don’t need the whole big wedding.” I just need you. “All I care about is that you’re the one on the other end of the aisle.”
“I have to admit, it sounds easier than having to figure out all the logistics…” Zo’s hand draped over my chest. I wondered if she could feel how rapidly my heart beat for her.
How hard I was for her. How much I needed her.
“Alright. Let’s get married, then.” She shook her head in exasperation. “This is crazy.”
Zofia tried to get off me, but I kept her on my lap and pressed a kiss to her cheek. “Maybe. Or maybe it’s exactly how we’re meant to do this.” I grinned, nipping her lower lip before kissing her softly. “Before we do anything, shower with me.”
She gave me a look. “We won’t get out of here for a while if we shower together, Nic, and you know it.”
“Worth it,” I grinned, trailing my lips down her neck. “Besides. I didn’t get enough of you last night.” I sucked one of her nipples into my mouth before standing up, keeping her in my arms as I walked towards the large shower.
Getting upgraded to a suite had its benefits. This was one of them. I set Zo down on her feet as I reached in, turning on the waterfall shower that I definitely wanted to take advantage of while we were here.
When it was warm, I pulled her inside with me, letting the water run over us as I wrapped my arms around her body, tugging her against me.
“I don’t even want to leave the room today,” I said against her skin.
“Down, boy,” she said, her fingers scrubbing into my hair. “You can worship me again later.”
“Bet.” I grinned. That was a promise I would definitely keep.