Chapter 19 #2
Eric hooked his free arm around one of her folded legs. She expected him to grab her wrist, to stop her from using her hold on his hair to try and control the contact. Instead, he splayed his hand on her belly, apparently willing to let her rip out his hair.
He sucked her clit again, holding it with his teeth—an almost bite that kept her in place as he flicked it with his tongue.
Nikolett screamed, back arched, as sensation shot through her, neither pleasure nor pain but both. Was this an orgasm? She couldn’t tell. It was something powerful and unknown.
It felt less like pleasure and more like he’d stripped her down to her nerve endings—her most raw and vulnerable self—and was now showing her exactly how much she belonged to him.
He did it again, this time pressing down on her belly as he flicked her clit with his tongue. The added pressure had pleasure spiking through her.
Oh, yes. If he kept doing that, with the pressure—
Eric surged up, leaning over her.
An old thread of doubt and worry bloomed to life. He was going to pull back. He wasn’t going to—
He kissed her forehead. “Stop frowning, Nikki. I’m not going anywhere.”
“Eric, I—” She stammered to a stop, self-preservation begging her not to say or do anything to make herself any more vulnerable than she already was.
“I’m not leaving you.” His face was right above hers, until all she could really see were his blue, blue eyes.
“I told you the past is done. You’re my future.”
“Why did you stop?”
“Because I need to kiss you.” Slowly, he grinned. “Kiss your mouth, I mean. I went a bit out of order.”
The worry inside her relaxed.
“You’re supposed to start at the top.” She pointed at her face.
Eric shifted and kissed her hair. Then her forehead. Each eyelid.
As he did, he settled them into a better position, releasing her panties. Nikolett managed to wiggle one foot free, hooking that leg around his hips. Her other thigh was flat on the bed, pinned there by his body as he braced himself on one elbow, half covering her.
He kissed her nose, her cheeks, her chin. Teasing, but in a soft, worshipful way.
He lifted to look down at her once more.
Nikolett both burned with sharp need and felt soft with acceptance. His gaze slid to her lips and she licked them, hoping.
Maybe she should lift up and kiss him. Maybe she needed to be the one to close the distance, but she didn’t want to. She wanted him to do it. Wanted him to kiss her as he pressed her into the bed until all she knew was the smell, feel, and taste of him.
“Only me,” he breathed. “I’m the only one who gets to see you like this. The version of you without any walls up.”
Before she could reply, he swept down and kissed her.
The kiss was hard but controlled. He tasted her with long sweeps of his tongue, pulling back to firm lips—the only contact before biting her lip, tugging it a little until she opened her mouth wider, giving him better access to trace the edge of her teeth and the inside of each lip with his tongue.
Then his hand moved between her thighs, warm palm cupping her pussy. She moaned, sucking hard on his tongue as two fingers dipped into her entrance, smoothing arousal fluid to her clit.
Bracketing the sensitive bud, he began to rub her, stimulating both sides of her clit at once. Nikolett’s nails dug into his back and shoulder, holding tight as the steady, relentless touch quickly tightened the pressure in the cradle of her pelvis.
He kissed her as he rubbed her clit, swallowing her moans. His big body held her down as she arched in pleasure. He was hard and unrelenting above her, keeping her still when she was used to spinning in a thousand different directions.
The orgasm was there, right there, and she froze waiting for the release.
“Breathe, Nikki.”
He whispered the words against her lips, their open mouths brushing but no longer locked in the kiss.
“I’m close. Please don’t stop.” His fingers had gone still, bracketing her clit.
“I know. I can tell. Which is why I need you to breathe.”
She took several shallow, performative breaths and tried to rock her hips, rub her clit against his finger.
He shifted, putting more pressure on the thigh pinned to the bed as the heel of his hand pressed down on her mons. She was trapped, unable to move. Unable to take herself over the edge.
Nikolett groaned in frustration.
“Breathe,” he ordered, a hint warning in his tone.
This time, she took a true, deep breath, chest and belly both expanding.
He rewarded her obedience. One finger circled her clit in a fast, hard ring. The change in sensation was exactly what was needed, the pad of his finger gliding smoothly over and around her clit. Each pass was like the click of a clock toy key, winding her tighter, adding pressure.
“Look at me as you come,” he commanded.
Their gazes met, locked, and it was the way he looked at her that pushed her over the edge.
Because he was looking at her with such utter love that her heart almost broke.
Then the orgasm claimed her, and the last thing she saw before her eyes slid closed was his expression shift from love that promised forever, to a love born of fire and desire.
The pleasure rippled through her, wave after wave. Her toes curled and she raised her head, pressing her face into the curve of his neck.
Just as the last ripple faded and she started to relax into the mattress, Eric’s fingers slid from her clit to her entrance.
One long, thick finger slid into her. A hard, demanding thrust. Nikolett cursed, back arching as fresh pleasure spiked her.
“Legs spread,” he barked, and she unhooked her leg from around him, dropping it to the side to give him better access.
He withdrew, before thrusting two fingers in. She hissed out a breath as her orgasm-tight pussy fluttered around the thick invasion. He hadn’t given her time to come down from one before already starting on another.
“One more,” he warned her as he fucked her with shallow thrusts.
She barely heard him. He’d curled his fingers slightly, stimulating her deep inside, making her feel even fuller.
He withdrew his hand, bringing it to her mouth.
“Lick,” he commanded as he slid his pointer finger into her mouth.
She was surprised to taste…nothing. It must have been his ring and middle fingers on her clit and inside her.
She licked his finger, and when he started to withdraw, she sucked hard, cheeks hollowing. His finger slid from her mouth with a popping sound that made him groan a little.
She smiled, satisfied, and reached one hand down between them, wanting to touch the hard, hot length of him she could feel against her hip.
Eric’s hand returned to her pussy, the tips of three fingers finding her entrance.
That’s what he meant by one more. Not one more orgasm, one more finger.
“Breathe,” he ordered again. “I need to make sure you’re ready for my cock.”
He pressed his fingers in, getting to the middle knuckle. The fullness at her entrance was just on the point of too much.
“You’re stretching me?” she breathed.
“If I don’t, I might hurt you when I finally take you.” He pulled back, thumb tapping her sensitive clit a few times before he pressed his fingers in again, able to go a little deeper. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Nikolett had gotten used to the fullness, and tipped her hips, helping his fingers slide in more. “Emotionally or physically?”
“What?”
“You don’t want to hurt me emotionally or physically?”
“I’m never going to hurt you emotionally again.”
“Doubtful.”
“Nikki…” Eric made a sound close to a growl and flicked her clit with his thumb. Nikolett moaned, hands clenching.
Since she’d finally managed to get her hand around his cock—over the pants, not under—that meant squeezing hard on his dick.
He groaned, before growling out, “I will never physically hurt you—”
“Disappointing,” she gasped.
“—unless you really need a fucking spanking or I know your masochistic ass will enjoy it.”
“Better,” she gasped as he withdrew his fingers only to thrust in once more in a hard, tight stroke. Her sex fluttered, and she felt full, but there was no pain.
Then she processed just how thick the cock in her hand was. Not that she hadn’t seen, touched, and tasted him, but she’d never had his cock in her pussy.
She felt cold, and then the world spun. It took her a moment to process that he’d stood—the loss of his body heat the reason for the cold—and pulled her up with him.
His hands roved her back, probably looking for a zipper.
Nikolett stepped back on wobbly legs that had nothing to do with her injury. Sliding the straps off her shoulders, she shimmied out of the dress, letting it pool at her feet. Then she reached back, unfastening her bra and letting it fall away, leaving her only in the thigh-high stockings.
His gaze raked her mostly naked body. He glanced pointedly at the stockings.
Slowly Nikolett rolled them down and off, carefully watching for a reaction to the reveal of the two large bandages on her injured leg. No reaction.
Eric held out a hand.
She placed her fingers in his palm, this somehow just as intimate as every touch that came before it.
He guided her hands to his waistband, then under it.
Nikolett didn’t need encouragement to wrap her fingers around his cock and when she stroked him up and down, Eric shoved his loose pants down and off.
His tip was already wet with pre-come. He was hard and heavy in her hand, the skin deliciously velvety.
She wanted him in her mouth, her ass, her pussy. She wanted him to fuck every part of her. Wanted every ridge and vein of him imprinted on her, in her.
She gripped him just below the crown, thumb teasing the slit, smoothing the wetness around the head of his cock.
Eric gripped her wrist, teeth clenched.
“If you make me come and I’m not inside you, I’ll make you clean it up with your mouth.”
He gripped her wrist, squeezing until she released him. Then he tugged her across the room to where a padded bench sat under the window.