Chapter 7
Four long years I craved him, cursing my age, wishing I were a little older, a little wiser, and a whole lot fuller around the thighs. We women were rarely happy with what we got. Too thin, too thick, small breasts, big breasts, big bottom, flat bottom, you name it, we found fault with our bodies.
But Nikola didn’t seem to care about small breasts or a thin body, or that he was almost twice my age, or that I had Daddy issues, and he called to me like Hercules, the warrior who’d save me from life’s dreadful question: Who would my uncle pair me with?
My uncle had picked one Italian, not a bad-looking man, but he was no Nikola, and so I made my move.
My friends and I crashed Nikola’s birthday party, and the rest unfolded as it had, and today, now, he licked between my legs, stroking my back hole, promising he’d violate that part of me too.
He could have any holes he wished. I was his.
He prowled over me, all wide shoulders and tattooed belly, dark eyes and agile fingers that liked to close over my throat, sometimes squeeze, sometimes just stroke my skin and tease me until my panties grew wet and I ached. I ached now.
His thumb stroked my throat, his lips sucked my nipples, making the throb down there pulse with desire.
I lifted my body, seeking his, only then realizing he still wore his pants.
I reached between us and unsnapped the top button, then lowered the zipper.
He took himself out and paused, looking down his body, aiming his wide, red mushroom tip at my entrance. Slowly, he penetrated my virgin place.
I closed my eyes.
The feel of his smooth thickness made me throw my head back and moan with both pain and pleasure as he stretched me.
I concentrated on the sounds of his breathing, almost like growling, though not quite, nevertheless primal, arousing.
His tongue flicked my nipples, his fingers rolled them and tweaked, but then he lay atop me.
His warm palms cradled my face, making me open my eyes and watch him slowly move over me.
He stopped when nestled inside me to the hilt.
Expressive and calculating, his dark eyes bore down into me, making it difficult to maintain eye contact with him.
It was as if he was trying to see inside my soul, uncover my secrets and make me share them.
I slid my gaze to his mouth and lifted my head so I could nip his bottom lip, noticing his pacing increased, his breaths coming out louder, more growly, more primal, and the way he was fucking me overwhelmed me with emotions of a sort I didn’t recognize.
Tears slid down my cheeks. He wiped them, never asking if it hurt. Perhaps he knew it both didn’t and did, and I fell in love with him all over again for not stopping to check if I cried because of pain. I wanted him and cried out… Joy, this, him inside me was finally happening.
He did something, maybe shifted his lower half, I didn’t know what, but suddenly, my clit rubbed his pelvis, and I gasped as the orgasm seized my body, making my channel contract, my legs shake, the small hairs on my arms stand on end.
Blissfully happy, legs falling to the side, I sighed, thinking it was done.
But no.
Nikola grabbed one of my ass cheeks and pulled, spreading me, lifting the lower half of my body in a way that gave him deeper access, and my eyes flew open, mouth agape. “Ooo,” I said.
He smirked and withdrew all the way, then plunged back in, pausing once seated inside, grinding his pelvis against my clit. He kept moving like that until I came again, followed by a forceful jet of cum that would surely find the egg to fertilize.