12. Nerio
12
NERIO
I kiss Jazz deeper, my hands exploring every curve of her body. She responds with a soft moan, arching into my touch. I run my hands over her breasts, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her t-shirt. The sensation draws a gasp from deep within her, and I revel in the sound.
"God, Jazz," I murmur against her lips, my voice rough with desire. "You drive me insane."
She smiles against my mouth, her fingers digging into my shoulders. "In a good way?" she asks in a sweet little whimper that is going to be my undoing.
"More than you know." My hands slide under her shirt, feeling the warmth of her skin. I trail my fingers up her sides, slowly lifting the fabric until she raises her arms, letting me strip her bare. Her breath hitches as the cool air hits her skin, but her eyes never leave mine.
"Nerio..." Her voice is a whisper, a plea.
"Tell me what you want," I command, my gaze locked on hers as I trace the edge of her sleep shorts.
"You," she breathes, her legs tightening around my waist. "I want you."
I lean in, capturing her mouth again in a searing kiss. My hands explore every inch of her, tracing the curve of her hips, the softness of her thighs. She shivers beneath my touch, her body responding to every caress.
"You're so beautiful," I whisper, pulling back to admire her. "I want to see all of you."
She hesitates for a moment, her eyes searching mine. Then, with a slow nod, she reaches down and hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down her legs. I watch, my breath caught in my throat, as she reveals herself to me completely.
"Perfect," I say, my voice thick with desire. "You're fucking perfect."
Shyly, she bites on her lip and reaches for me, pulling me back to her. I capture her mouth in another kiss, my hands roaming over her naked body, drawing out every gasp and moan. She arches into my touch, her body willing and eager.
"Please," she whispers, her voice a mixture of need and desperation. "Nerio, please."
I love it when she begs. It's a sound that drives me wild, a plea that I can't resist. I press her back against the counter, my mouth trailing kisses down her neck, her collarbone, her breasts. She shivers and writhes beneath me, her body begging for more.
"Tell me what you want, Jazz," I murmur, my lips hovering just above her nipple. "Tell me, and it's yours."
She lets out a soft whimper, her eyes fluttering closed. "I want you," she breathes. "I want you to touch me, to taste me, to make me feel..."
I don't let her finish the sentence. I capture her nipple in my mouth, teasing it with my tongue until she cries out, her fingers tangling in my hair. I can feel her heart racing beneath my touch, her body trembling with need.
"You feel amazing," I murmur, my hands sliding down her body, exploring every curve, every secret place. "You taste even better."
She moans, her hips lifting to meet my touch. "Nerio, please," she begs, her voice a whispered plea. "Please, don't make me wait any longer."
I smile against her skin, my fingers tracing the edge of her desire. "Oh, little dove," I murmur. "I promise, it'll be worth the wait."
I shift Jazz farther back on the counter, the cold marble stark against her warm skin. Propping myself up on my good side, I bring my mouth to her, inhaling her scent, a heady mix of desire and anticipation. I can feel her tremble beneath my touch, her body already on edge, eager for more.
"Nerio..." Her voice is a soft, desperate plea, her fingers tangling in my hair, trying to guide me where she wants me most.
"Patience," I murmur, my breath hot against her inner thigh. "I'll give you what you need. But first, I want to savor you."
She whimpers, her hips lifting slightly, but I hold her firm, my hands gripping her thighs, keeping her exactly where I want her. I take my time, tracing the line of her with my tongue, exploring every inch of her as if it were sacred ground. She squirms, trying to rush me, but I refuse to be hurried. I want to draw out every moment, every gasp, every shiver.
I want to control her, to command her. To have her beg and surrender to me until she is so consumed with need and pleasure, there is nothing left in her body but what she can give me.
"God, Nerio, please..." Her voice breaks, her body tensing as I circle her clit, never quite giving her what she craves.
"Please what, Jazz?" I tease, my voice a low rumble. "Tell me what you want."
"You know what I want," she snaps, her voice thick with frustration and desire. "Stop tormenting me and just... just do it."
I chuckle, the sound vibrating against her. "Oh, little dove, but you know I love it when you beg."
She growls, a sound that sends a thrill through me. I love pushing her buttons, driving her to the edge of her control. It makes her surrender all the sweeter.
And when I don't move any closer to what she wants, she props up on her elbows to look at me. Tugging her bottom lip between her teeth, the anger melts form her face and she looks so fucking sweet as she says, "Please suck my clit, Nerio."
"Fuck," I growl.
I finally give her what she wants, my mouth capturing her clit, sucking gently as my tongue flicks against her. She cries out, her body arching, her hands gripping my hair so tight it's almost painful. But I don't care. I want her wild, uninhibited. I want her to lose herself completely in the pleasure I give her.
"Yes," she hisses, her hips moving in rhythm with my mouth. "God, yes, Nerio. Just like that."
I don't let up, my tongue and lips working her, driving her higher and higher. I can feel her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She's close, so close. I double down, my mouth relentless, my hands gripping her thighs, holding her in place as I feast on her.
"Nerio, I'm going to... I can't..." Her words dissolve into a moan, her body shaking as she comes undone beneath my touch.
I slow my pace, gentling my touch as I guide her through her orgasm, drawing out every wave of pleasure. When she finally stills, her body limp and sated, I press a soft kiss to her inner thigh before standing up, a satisfied smirk on my face.
"Good girl," I murmur, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "Now, what do you say?"
Her eyes flutter open, her gaze meeting mine, a mix of contentment and confusion in her expression. "I say... it's your turn."
I laugh, a deep, genuine sound. This woman never ceases to surprise me. And fuck if I don't love it.
I slide a hand across her jaw, thrusting my thumb into her mouth. She eagerly sucks it, making my aching cock jerk in my pants. "As good as that mouth probably is," I say, my voice a low growl as I pull my hand from her mouth to squeeze her breast, "I want your cunt, Jazz. Do you want to fuck me?"
Her eyes widen slightly, but there's no shock, only desire. She wraps her arms around my neck, pulling me closer, her lips crashing against mine. "Yes," she breathes into the kiss, her voice a husky whisper. "Please, Nerio. I want you to fill me."
I don't waste time. I scoop her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around my waist. The pain in my ribs is a distant throb, overshadowed by the pounding need coursing through me.
I carry her to the couch, setting her down gently before sitting and pulling her onto my lap. "Show me how bad you want it, little dove."
Jazz straddles me, her hips beginning to move in a slow, tantalizing rhythm. She grinds against me, the heat and wetness of her seeping through the fabric of my pants. Her eyes never leave mine, her lips parted, breath coming in short gasps.
I groan, my hands gripping her hips, guiding her movements. "That's it, Jazz. Get me wet. Show me how much you want this cock."
She leans in, her lips brushing against mine, her voice a soft whimper. "I want it so bad, Nerio. Please..."
I lift my hips, pressing against her. "Take it then," I command, my voice rough. "Take what you want."
She reaches down, her fingers fumbling with my belt, then the button of my pants. I lift up slightly, helping her slide them down just enough. Her hand wraps around my cock, and I hiss at the contact, the sensation sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
She guides me to her entrance, her eyes locked onto mine. Slowly, she sinks down, her breath hitching as I fill her completely. "God, Nerio..." Her voice is a mix of pleasure and pain, her body adjusting to my size.
I grip her hips tighter, my thumbs tracing circles on her skin. "You feel so fucking good, Jazz. So tight. So eager."
She begins to move, her hips rising and falling in a steady rhythm. Her eyes flutter closed, her head tilting back slightly. "Yes," she breathes. "Yes, Nerio. Please..."
I watch her, my gaze tracing every line of her body, every movement. She's so compliant, so eager to please. And I love it. I love making her beg and then rewarding her for it. I love the power, the control, the way she surrenders to me completely.
Jazz rides me with abandon, her body moving in a rhythm that's wild and uninhibited. I grip her hips, digging my fingers into her soft flesh, guiding her movements as she grinds against me. Her breasts bounce with each thrust, and I capture one nipple in my mouth, sucking hard, drawing out a gasp from deep within her.
"God, Nerio..." Her voice is ragged, her breath coming in sharp pants. She throws her head back, her curls cascading down her shoulders, her body glistening with sweat. She's a vision of pure, unadulterated passion, and I can't get enough.
I switch to her other breast, my tongue circling her nipple, teasing it to a hard peak. She moans, her hips moving faster, her body chasing the high only I can give her. I thrust up into her, meeting her stroke for stroke, driving myself deeper, harder.
"You feel so fucking good, Jazz." My voice is a growl, my body tensing with the effort to hold back. "You're so tight, so wet. You're driving me crazy."
She leans forward, her hands braced on my shoulders, her eyes locked onto mine. "It was worth it," she breathes, eyes shining with pure ecstasy. "It was so fucking worth the wait to have your cock in me." She rolls her hips, grinding against me, and I swear I see stars.
I grip her hips tighter, my fingers pressing into her flesh, leaving marks. I want to mark her, claim her, make her mine in every way possible. I thrust up into her, again and again, each stroke more powerful than the last. She matches my pace, her body moving in sync with mine, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"Come on, Jazz," I command, my voice rough with need. "Let me hear you scream."
She throws her head back, her body convulsing as she comes undone. A scream rips from her throat, raw and primal, a sound that I could listen to forever. I feel her clenching around me, her body pulsing with pleasure, and it's enough to send me over the edge.
I grip her hips, holding her still as I thrust up into her, once, twice, three times, before finding my own release. A groan tears from my throat, my body shuddering with the force of my orgasm. I hold her close, my arms wrapped around her, our bodies slick with sweat, our breaths mingling as we come down from the high.
Her forehead rests against mine, her eyes closed, her breath coming in soft pants. "Oh my God, Nerio," she whispers, her voice barely audible.
I press a soft kiss to her lips, silencing her words. "I know, little dove," I murmur. "I know."
This girl has fucking ruined me.