Chapter 28
CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
Novalee
The softest touch pulls me from sleep, gentle hands brushing against the side of my head. A kiss follows, warm lips pressing lightly against my temple, and then a voice drifts into my consciousness.
“Wake up, precious,” Koen murmurs, his breath tickling my ear. “Sylus’s going to take you to bed.”
I cling to him instinctively, nuzzling closer to the warm cocoon of vanilla and spices that is him . The day floods back to me, the hours we spent together eating, watching MasterChef , and curling up like we didn’t have a care in the world, like lovesick puppies tangled in a heap of soft kisses, strokes of his fingers along my arm, and the occasional press of his lips to my hair.
I don’t want to move. I don’t want to leave this. “No,” I mumble, my voice thick with sleep. “Not yet.”
“Come on, Little Thief,” Koen chuckles softly, his hand gliding down my arm in lazy strokes. “Sylus is waiting.”
“You heard him, Sparkle. Let’s go. I don’t have all night.”
I groan, burying my face in Koen’s shoulder, but he shifts, his hands sliding under mine as he pulls me upright. “You’ve got to go upstairs now.”
“Why do you want me to leave,” I protest like a toddler, making them both chuckle.
“Because you’re going to bed now.” Reluctantly, I let Sylus guide me up, his hand wrapping around mine as he helps me to my feet. I follow him up the stairs, still half asleep, expecting him to turn into his room. But he keeps walking as we pass his door and head farther down the hall toward mine.
Fine by me, I think groggily, though part of me wants to pout at the loss of his bed and his scent.
When we reach my door, Sylus turns me gently, his hands framing my face as his lips brush against mine. I melt into him, his touch anchoring me even as it steals the breath from my lungs. Then his lips glide to my neck, kissing and nibbling, making goose bumps rise in his wake.
“I fixed it for you, wifey . Enjoy your night, but don’t forget to miss me.”
“What?” I manage, my voice thick with confusion and the haze of his kiss, but before I can ask more, Sylus knocks lightly on my door.
I’m even more confused when he steps back, giving me one last smirk, then turns and heads down the hallway with his hands in his pants pockets.
What the fuck?
My door creaks open, and I turn to find Nicholas standing in the doorway, framed by soft light spilling out from behind him. I can’t move. Can’t speak. My heart pounds, and the warmth that Koen and Sylus left behind is replaced by a cold that freezes my blood and wakes me the fuck up.
Is he here to tell me how I hurt him again?
It would be deserved.
“Hey,” he greets, his tone softer than I’ve ever heard it. “Will you… come in?” He steps back, waiting for me to enter, then closes the door behind me. “We need to talk.”
Okaaay.
My heart tightens, its slow thrum picking up speed. “About what?”
“Everything.” His gaze doesn’t waver as he takes a step closer. “About us. About what I said. About what I want.”
The words hang in the air when my eyes flicker to the bouquet of fire lilies sitting on the dresser, and I notice how their scent fills the room.
“Are they for me?” I ask, and as soon as the words leave my mouth, I cringe. Dumbass.
“They are.” His lips tug into a faint smile.
“They’re beautiful,” I manage. “Thank you.”
“They reminded me of you.”
I don’t even know what to say to that, so I sit on the edge of my bed. The walls I’ve built around myself rise, brick by brick, but something in his eyes keeps me from shutting him out completely.
“Let me start with this.” He holds my gaze but stays a few steps away from me. “I was an asshole. I said things I shouldn’t have, and I made you feel bad. Like what we had didn’t matter. And I need you to know that couldn’t be further from the truth.”
Fuck.
I still can’t seem to get my brain to work and stay silent, letting him continue.
“I get it now.” Tension is radiating off him as he takes a step closer to me. “Why you did what you did. Why they did what they did, and I know it doesn’t excuse how I acted, but I want you to know I understand. And I forgive you because I see it now, Novalee. What’s real and worth fighting for. And it’s you .”
His words sink into me, unraveling the knot of guilt and doubt I’ve been carrying for days. “Nico…”
He steps even closer, closing the distance between us until he’s standing right in front of me. “I’m all in,” he promises. “For you. For them. For this… I’m in.”
“Are you sure?”
“Absolutely.” He reaches out to cup my face. “You’re not perfect. Hell, neither am I. But you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. And I’ll fight for you. For us. I want to get to know you. I want us to be real.”
I lean into his touch, and it feels like the first full breath I’ve taken in days. “Okay.”
Nicholas smiles a small, genuine smile that softens the edges of his face and gives him dimples.
Fucking dimples, as if he wasn’t handsome enough.
He presses a feather-light kiss to my forehead, lingering long enough that I can feel the warmth of his breath. “I’m sick of competitions. I’m sick of doing what I’m supposed to do, living up to expectations that never gave me anything real. None of it made me happy. But you? You’ve become the brightest point in my life. Ever since you walked into that museum, everything shifted. You make me happy. And I want to do the same for you. I want you to have everything you deserve.”
How do you respond to something that feels so unearned, so freely given?
I’m so fucking bad at this.
“Wait.” He steps back to the door and reaches for the light switch, and in an instant, the room is swallowed by darkness. I’m confused and a little disoriented until a greenish glow makes me look up at the ceiling.
Stars.
Tiny, glowing stars are scattered across it, filling the room with a soft light. They shimmer, almost pulsing in the silence, and the weight of everything, of life, of grief, of guilt, falls away.
He did this.
For me.
“Nico…” I breathe out as I stand, my gaze flickering between him and the stars.
“Sometimes…” He steps toward me again, closing the distance slowly until we’re standing so close that our toes are touching, “… things that didn’t work out for you actually worked out for you.”
“This makes no sense.”
Why would he want me? After everything I did?
After how I hurt him?
After how I betrayed his trust?
“Even if I were senseless,” he continues, his words so soft they almost get lost in the space between us. “You’d still make sense to me.”
Fuck. How can anyone be this sweet?
My arms wrap around his waist, pulling him to me in a hug. His arms come around me, his hand firm at the back of my head, and I almost lose myself in the quiet, dizzying comfort of it.
“Would you rather forgive the rich asshole who got his feelings hurt and lashed out at you… or tell him to fuck off and miss out on all the glow-in-the-dark magic?”
I snort, the sound muffled against his shirt. Leaning back, I blink up at him, arching a brow. “Option three. Forgive him but make him grovel for it.”
His grin widens to that perfect, boyish grin that used to drive me insane in all the wrong ways and now drives me insane in every right one. He leans closer, his breath brushing against my cheek. “What if he already is?”
I narrow my eyes at him, but my lips twitch upward at the same time. “Then I guess I’d have to let him off the hook… eventually .”
“Eventually?” His voice is practically a purr now, and my heart skips a beat.
“Yes, eventually,” I say, trying to hold onto my sass because God knows this man doesn’t need his ego inflated any further. “Because—”
I don’t get to finish. He tilts my head up, his fingers firm under my chin, and presses his lips to mine, cutting me off completely. The kiss is slow at first, as if he’s savoring the moment. My breath catches as his other hand slides to the small of my back, pulling me flush against him.
God, how does he do this?
How does he manage to kiss me like I’m the only thing keeping him tethered to this earth and somehow still knock the floor out from under me?
I try to remind myself that there is so much more to talk about, so much more to clear up, to apologize for. I should apologize too . But all those thoughts evaporate the second his teeth catch my bottom lip, tugging and making my knees wobble. I clutch his shirt for balance, or maybe it’s to keep him from pulling away.
When he finally does, it’s only to press his forehead against mine. “Does that count as groveling?”
I huff a laugh, my chest light and full at the same time. “It’s a good start.”
A good start?
Who am I kidding? It’s perfect.
He’s perfect. This is perfect.
No walls. No masks. Just us.
Nicholas’s hands stay firm on my waist, anchoring me as the stars on the ceiling glow faintly above us.
But it isn’t only us.
And he was so hurt when he found out about Sylus, Koen, and now Ace.
His hand slides up to cup my face, his thumb brushing across my cheekbone.
“I can’t and won’t choose you over Sylus, Koen, and Ace.” My heart races as I meet his gaze. “I want you all the same.”
“I know.” He presses a kiss to the side of my head.
“And you’re okay with that?” My breath hitches as his mouth trails down to my collarbone, leaving a line of goose bumps in his wake.
“Yes,” he murmurs against my skin, his tone leaving no room for doubt. “I passed Sylus’s test.”
I pull back to look at him. “What test ?”
Nicholas’s cheeks faintly flush as he glances away.
What the hell, Sylus?
“He… sent me a picture.”
“What kind of picture?” I press, my brow arching as a sinking suspicion twists in my stomach. “ Show me .”
He hesitates for a second but then pulls his phone from his pocket, swiping a few times before handing it to me. The screen is so bright in the dark room it hurts my eyes, so I reach over to turn on the nightlamp on my bedside table.
And there it is.
My selfie. The one with Sylus’s dick on my tongue.
“ That little fucker, ” I mutter under my breath, setting the phone down on the nightstand. “And you’re okay with—”
“I want you.” He cuts me off. His hand finds its way back to my face, tilting my chin up so our eyes lock. “I want to be part of this, whatever it is. I think this is where I belong. With you. With Koen. Even with that dickhead.” He nods toward the phone on the nightstand, his lips quirking into a wry smile. “I want to be where you are. And I want to be with you, no matter what.”
I don’t give him time to say anything else. My hands are on his chest, pushing him back onto the bed before I straddle him, capturing his mouth with mine in a kiss that’s consuming and urgent. He falls back onto the mattress, and I follow him as his hands find my hips, gripping me tightly as he meets my kiss with equal fervor.
After a few long moments, we break apart to catch some air, Nicholas beneath me, his back pressed into the sheets, his lips swollen and red from kissing. I brush my lips against his jaw and graze my teeth against the skin below his ear.
He shivers, a low whimper spilling from his throat, and my core clenches in response.
God, I love his sounds.
And I’ve missed them since the last time I kissed him.
His hands glide down my sides, his touch a little unsteady, trembling just enough for me to notice. As his fingers slip under the hem of my shirt, his eyes lift to mine, silently asking for permission. Instead of answering with words, I take hold of the fabric and pull it up and over my head, tossing it aside.
I’m not wearing a bra, and the way his gaze darkens as it sweeps over me sends a thrill through my chest, but I don’t give him time to dwell. My hands find their way under his shirt, fingertips brushing over his warm skin. He sits up, helping me tug it off, and the moment it’s gone, I let my eyes wander, too, taking him in.
He’s so fucking beautiful.
My fingers trace the lines of his chest, his muscles taut under my touch, and his heart racing. His breath hitches as I trail my nails lower, grazing the waistband of his jeans and making him suck in a sharp breath.
We strip each other with deliberate slowness, and when we’re finally naked, I drink him in like he’s a work of art unveiled only for me.
He’s a fucking Adonis —lean and sculpted, muscles carved in all the right places, defined but not overwhelming. Every line of him is perfect. He has the kind of body you’d see in a museum carved in marble.
And then there’s his cock. God, his cock. Hard, thick, and utterly beautiful.
How can a cock be so damn pretty?
It juts up between us, flushed and glistening with precum.
I wet my lips, my fingers itching to touch him, to explore every inch of this perfect, trembling masterpiece. So, I wrap my fingers around him, giving a slow, teasing stroke.
Nicholas’s head falls back against the mattress, his eyes squeezing shut. A breathless whimper escapes his lips, and his hips jerk slightly into my hand.
“God, you sound so damn hot with your cute noises,” I murmur, a grin spreading across my face.
He laughs, the sound breathy and edged with need. “I don’t know what you mean by cute noises,” he pants, opening one eye to glare at me. “I only heard rough, manly noises.”
I slide my hand down his shaft, then back up, my thumb sweeping over the slit on his head. His whole body shudders, a strangled moan breaking free.
“Whimper some more for me,” I tease, tightening my grip and making him gasp.
A soft, helpless noise slips out once more, his thighs tensing beneath me. The vulnerability in his voice, the way he gives in so easily…
Ugh. I love it.
“Look at all this precum,” I purr, dragging my thumb through the slickness at his tip. “So messy. Are you my messy boy, Nico?”
“Fuck, Sweetness,” he groans out, and the sound shoots straight to my core.
Did I just stumble over a kink?
I should pause. Should wonder why a man like Nico, privileged, polished, powerful, isn’t taking control. It doesn’t fit the image of him. But then again.
All of that image is fake.
I expected him to be commanding, maybe even a little cocky in bed. Not this—not undone and pleading, not melting beneath my touch.
And yet, as I watch him, his throat bobbing with a swallow, his body tense like he’s fighting himself, I don’t pull away. I don’t ask him why.
I just enjoy the fuck out of it.
I tilt my head, my fingers still wrapped around him, stroking him. “How do you want to do this?”
If he doesn’t want to fuck yet, I’d be totally down for taking him into my mouth until he spills down my throat before I grind against his thick, perfect thigh to make myself come.
His eyes flutter shut as the flush he’s sporting creeps down his neck. “I…” He swallows hard, his chest rising and falling in uneven bursts. “Can you… take control? Do whatever you want. I just… please. ”
Please.
Fuck. I always thought I was drawn to dominance. But hearing him whimper, watching him surrender to me so completely, having him plead with those breathless, broken sounds, it’s like a match to gasoline.
The guy calls me Sweetness, yet look at him.
“Then let go, sweetheart.” My lips brush his ear. “Fall apart for me.”
I lean over him, and my eyes lock onto his as I let a slow string of saliva drip from my lips onto his cock. The drop lands with a slick sound, mixing with the precum already coating his dick. My fingers glide over the wetness, spreading it and making everything slippery.
Nicholas’s hips buck up uncontrollably, a strangled groan ripping from his throat. “Novalee.”
I tighten my grip, pumping him with a steady rhythm, and his face twists with pleasure. The whimpers tumbling from his lips turn into desperate, broken cries that shoot through me like a drug.
His hand twitches toward my head, but I catch his wrist and pin it to his side. “Nuh-uh,” I chide. “You’re gonna take what I do to you, and you’re gonna like it.”
He shudders beneath me, lips parted on a shaky breath. The sheer need written across his face has my pussy clenching around nothing.
“So pretty,” I purr, and his cock twitches in my hand. I grin wickedly. “I want to stroke this big, hard cock a little while longer. Is that okay?”
“Yes.” His throat bobs as he swallows hard. “ Fuck, yes.”
“What if I want to taste it too?” I dip my head, my tongue flicking over the head of his cock before I slide him into my mouth.
He gasps, his hips arching off the bed. “Please…” he whimpers, his face contorting in bliss. “Oh… my God .”
I pull back, grinning up at him. “Like that?”
Hollowing my cheeks, I take him deeper, letting his cock slide along my tongue, the taste of him intoxicating. I bob my head, letting the wet, sloppy sounds fill the room as I slide my tongue along the underside of his shaft, swirling it around the head before pulling back just slightly. “Are you gonna be a good boy for me?”
“Yes. I’m gonna be such a good-fucking-boy.”
“Promise?”
“I promise,” he whimpers. “ Please .”
I slide him deep into my mouth, the tip nudging the back of my throat, and swallow around him. His hips jerk, and a filthy curse escapes him. I keep going, taking him deeper until my nose presses against his pelvis. His cock throbs, and his taste increases the wet heat pooling between my legs.
“F-fuck, Novalee!” He gasps. “You’re… you’re gonna make me—”
I pull back to catch my breath, strings of saliva connecting my lips to his length. Before I can speak, he grabs my face and pulls me up, crashing his lips to mine. The kiss is wild and messy, his tongue sweeping into my mouth, hands cradling my cheeks, and thumbs brushing away the wetness at the corners of my mouth.
“You’re so fucking good at this,” he rasps, nipping at my bottom lip. His lips trail down to my jaw. “And you smell so fucking good.”
“I taste better,” I whisper back with a grin.
He lets out a shaky laugh, kissing my earlobe. “I’m gonna need to find out for myself.”
“What are you waiting for?”
Nicholas grabs my shoulders and rolls us over so I’m on my back, making me giggle. His fingers trace a path down my sides, leaving goose bumps in their wake. He kisses a line down my neck, over my collarbone, and down the curve of my stomach.
When he reaches the apex of my thighs, he pauses, his breath hot against my skin. His gaze lifts to meet mine, green eyes dark and full of awe. “How come everything about you is so fucking pretty? You have such a beautiful pussy.” He takes a deep breath, his eyes fluttering shut. “Sweet and perfect like the rest of you.”
When he opens his eyes again, the awe in them is replaced by pure, unfiltered hunger. His tongue traces a slow line over my slit, and I gasp, my hips arching toward him.
“Oh my God,” I breathe out, my fingers threading into his hair.
He groans against me, the sound vibrating through my core. His tongue moves again, this time swirling around my clit, flicking over it, sending sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Mmmh, right there.” My fingers sink into his hair, holding him there. “That’s exactly where I want you, Nico.”
A growl vibrates against me, and then he’s devouring me—licking, sucking, teasing—like he’s starved, and this is his new favorite way to eat.
“Fuck, that’s it.” I yank his hair, a sharp pull that makes him whimper into my pussy. “You love this, don’t you? Love how I taste?”
He nods, moaning against me, his fingers digging into my thighs as he spreads me wider. The heat and the sloppy, wet sounds his mouth makes moving against me make my pulse slam.
“Messy-fucking-boy.” When he comes up for air, I drag my fingers down his jaw, smearing the slickness coating his lips. His tongue flicks out, chasing my touch. “You want me to let you drown in it?”
A strangled sound escapes him.
“Then show me.”
He’s back at it in seconds and sucks my clit between his lips. Electricity cracks down my spine. My thighs tense. My body locks up, caught between bliss and the desperate need to grind against his mouth.
I moan, arching. “God, you’re making me feel so fucking good. So perfect.”
His groan is wrecked, his hips twitching against the mattress.
“Yes…” I gasp again, body tensing. “Jesus, r-right fucking… there. You better not stop.”
He doesn’t. His mouth pushes me higher and higher until the coil inside me snaps, pleasure tearing through me in waves. I cry out, his name a broken plea on my lips.
As the tremors fade, his tongue slows, and my legs release his head. Then his licks turn soft. He pulls back to look up at me, his eyes dazed and pupils blown wide with need, waiting for approval.
“You did so good.” My hands cradle his face as my thumbs brush over his flushed cheeks. “Such a good boy. My perfect, beautiful man.”
His eyes flutter closed for a moment as if he’s savoring the praise, and when he opens them, a shy, breathless smile curves his lips. “I could do that forever.”
“Oh, could you?” I let out a teasing laugh, my nails stroking his scalp. “That’s good because I need you to do me a favor.”
“Anything.”
“Put your pretty head on my thigh. Get comfy,” I purr. “Lay to the side and stroke that perfect cock while you lick me some more.”
His eyes widen, a shaky breath escaping him. But without hesitation, he follows my instructions, shifting until his head rests on my thigh, his cheek pressed into my skin. His eyes flick up to meet mine one more time before he closes them and dips his head back between my legs.
One hand slides down to his cock, his fingers wrapping around it, and he starts to stroke himself fast. I’m overstimulated, but God, it feels good, and I can’t get enough.
“Slow, Nico. Make yourself wait.”
His whimper is pure suffering, his pace faltering before he forces himself to follow my order.
I grin, watching him fall apart.
Reaching for his phone on the nightstand, I lift it, framing the perfect shot. His face is nestled between my thighs, his mouth worshiping me with focused devotion, his hand wrapped around his slick, hard cock. The image is pure sin.
This one’s for me.
I lower the phone slightly and snap another, this time capturing only his face buried between my legs, his tongue working me like he’s starving.
“What’s your passcode, sweetheart?”
“One, two, three, four,” he mumbles against me, never pausing his strokes.
I huff a laugh, trailing a finger through his hair. “You okay with me sending this to Sylus?”
That gets his attention. He stops long enough to look up, his lips glistening, his lashes shadowing his flushed cheeks. “Fuck yes,” he mutters with a growl, diving back in.
I laugh, a sound that quickly dissolves into a moan as he doubles down. My fingers tremble as I send the second picture to Sylus before sending the first shot to my number.
“God,” I whisper, my thumb grazing his jaw. “You’ve never looked more handsome.”
A muffled groan escapes him when I place the phone back on the nightstand, bringing my attention back to solely him. My fingers curl in his hair, guiding him, encouraging him.
“Look at you, wrecking yourself just because I told you to,” I breathe out, pleasure threading through my words. “So fucking perfect. Keep licking me, sweetheart.” Nicholas whimpers while his tongue moves slowly, but the rhythm on his cock falters. “Does that feel too good?” I tease. “Is it hard to focus?” He lets out a shuddering breath, his hips twitching as his hand falters once more, but he doesn’t stop. “Don’t you take that hand off your cock,” I command. “You can do two things at once. Come on. You’re doing so good.”
He lets out a desperate noise, his fingers tightening around himself, and I feel him struggling to keep control.
“You’re gonna come just from eating me out, aren’t you?” His eyes flutter open, dazed, desperate, and he nods. I take pity on him. “Do you want to fuck me now?”
Nicholas’s breath catches, and with a shaky nod, he crawls up my body, leaving a trail of kisses along my skin—each one a promise, a plea, a worshipful touch.
His mouth closes over one of my nipples, and his tongue softly flicks before he sucks, making a whimper rise from my throat. His hand massages my other breast, and his fingers pinch just enough to make me crave him again.
I arch into him, my body begging for more. “Nico.”
He releases my nipple with a wet pop, his eyes glimmering with adoration. “I want you, Sweetness.”
The anticipation coils tight in my stomach, every inch of me aching for him. “I want you too.”
“Are you on the pill?”
“I tied my tubes.”
“Oh, okay.” He looks surprised. “Do we need a condom?”
“No.” I shake my head. “I want to feel all of you.”
His lips brush mine in a featherlight kiss like he’s trying to hold himself together. “You’re so perfect.”
He shifts, his body aligning with mine as the head of his cock brushes against my entrance. The sensation sends a shiver through me.
I’m so fucking wet.
He captures my lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling. Just as the kiss threatens to steal my breath, he pushes inside me. The stretch is exquisite, a gasp tearing from my lips and swallowed by his mouth.
“ Thank you…” Nicholas trembles, his breath shaky as he whispers against my lips, “ Thank you… thank you. ”
My heart clenches at the raw emotion in his voice. His hips move in slow, gentle thrusts, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes fluttering closed.
“So fucking deep inside me, stretching me open like you were made for this.” And once more, in response to my words, the sounds he makes are beautiful—a series of soft whimpers, needy groans, and breathless sighs.
“You’re so hard for me,” I whisper, my nails gliding over the muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each thrust.
His eyes crack open. “Fuck,” he groans out, his hips stuttering. “I think I have a praise kink.”
I laugh softly, the sound breaking into a moan when he thrusts a little harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “You think?”
“Do you… mind?” he asks, his vulnerability laid bare even as his body keeps moving, driving us both higher.
I cup his cheek, my thumb stroking his flushed skin as I pant, the pleasure building. “No, I don’t mind. I love it. I don’t just want to feel you. I want to own every fucking breath you take.”
His jaw tightens, a whimper breaking free as he thrusts harder, his pace quickening. “Just for you.”
The rhythm becomes urgent, and his hand snakes between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with perfect pressure.
“Right there…” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come on your cock.” He groans, his fingers working faster, his thrusts deep.
He hits my cervix, and the coil snaps, pleasure shattering through me. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper.
“Please,” he whispers against my throat, his pace growing uneven. “Please, can I come?”
He’s asking for my permission?
Fuck, that’s hot.
“Come for me, Nico.”
He gasps, his hips faltering, and with a strangled moan, he pushes himself deep one last time before he follows me over the edge. “T-thank fuck.”
We collapse together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in a shared rhythm. His weight is a comforting pressure, his chest rising and falling against mine, while his breath is hot and shaky as it fans over my neck.
He buries his face into the curve of my shoulder, his lips brushing my skin in a reverent whisper. “You’re perfect,” he breathes out, awe and exhaustion threading through his voice.
Tremors shake his body, his muscles still quivering from release. He pulls out of me before his fingers start to move, tracing featherlight patterns along my side, grounding us both in the delicious haze of the aftermath.
His cum starts to slip out of me, a slow trickle that leaves me empty and aching. Suddenly, I want to taste it, to taste him .
Pressing my lips to his temple, I linger long enough for my breath to fan over his flushed skin. “You gonna clean up that mess you made?”
His eyes meet mine, wide and dazed, a flush blooming down his neck again, spreading across his cheeks. “I—” He swallows hard. “You want me to…”
“Lick your cum out of me,” I whisper, my fingers tracing the edge of his jaw. “And feed it to me.”
A guttural sound escapes him, part groan, part disbelief. His eyes darken. “Fuck, you’re so fucking dirty.”
I tilt his chin up. “Too much?”
“ God, no .” A shaky chuckle slips from his lips. “Not even close.”
“Good, because this is a first for me, but damn, I want to try it with you.”
A delicious tremor runs through me as he kisses his way down my body again, his groan of approval a light vibration against my skin. When he reaches my pelvis, he pauses as his gaze lifts to mine, and the hunger in his eyes makes my core tighten all over again.
“Shit, Novalee.” He spreads me open, his thumb brushing over the evidence of his release. “You look even more perfect freshly fucked by me.” He leans in, his tongue sweeping over me. The heat of his mouth, the way he devours every trace of us, sends a spark of overstimulation through me, making my hips twitch.
“Easy,” I whisper, my fingers threading into his hair, tugging lightly. The sensation is almost too much.
He hums an apology against me, his licks turning softer, more delicate. He gathers everything with his tongue before he looks up, lips glistening.
“Keep it in your mouth,” I command. “And come here.”
He obeys, holding my gaze as he crawls back up my body. When he’s hovering above me, his mouth inches from mine, I whisper, “Open up.”
He parts his lips as I do mine, letting the warmth slip onto my tongue, and the mingled taste of us makes my toes curl.
Holy shit.
I wrap my arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss that’s deep and slow, our tongues tangling, sharing the taste of us. When we finally break apart, we’re both panting, and his eyes are molten with affection.
“Damn, you did such a good job.”
And God did he.
The rush of power still thrums through my veins, a high I’ve never felt before. It’s intoxicating, and layered beneath it is the afterglow of some really good sex.
“You’re everything.” He gazes at me like I’m the only thing he sees.