44. Isabella
44
ISABELLA
N icco and I haven’t been able to meet up again since Liana’s, but we’ve talked nearly all day every single day. With everything out in the open between the two of us, we’ve fallen back into a routine like the past never happened, and it puts the biggest smile on my face.
Pouring the pink himalayan rose salts into the hot bath water, I take a deep breath, inhaling the fragrance, and a calming sensation takes over my body. I peel off my clothes and slide in.
Steam rises from the top of the water, and I rest my head back against the curved edge of the clawfoot bathtub. I take a deep breath, then let it out, sinking lower into the water.
My phone vibrates on the stand, so I pick it up and see it’s Nicco FaceTiming me. A sly smile takes over my face as I answer it. “Well, hello there.”
“Holy fuck, Isabella,” Nicco growls out, sitting up taller in his bed. I giggle at his reaction, loving that after all these years I still have the same effect on him.
He readjusts himself, lying back against his pillow, shirtless, and puts one flexed arm that showcases his perfectly sculpted muscles behind his head.
“What’re you doing?” I ask, and I can’t help but laugh again when he doesn’t respond right away. His eyes are pinned on the camera, and while I can’t tell exactly what he’s staring at, I have a pretty damn good idea.
Glancing at myself on the screen, I notice the water is low enough to where my cleavage is on full display but high enough that my nipples are still covered. However, since I’m in a bath with just bath salts and no bubbles, I know it wouldn’t take much for him to see a little slip of something.
“Just got home,” he finally answers. “I haven’t been able to get you off my mind.”
“Couldn’t get enough of me earlier?” I tease, knowing we just FaceTimed a couple hours ago.
“I could never get enough of you, Isabella.”
I smile and move from side to side, causing the water to sway just enough for him to get a glimpse of what I’m sure he’s dying to see.
A groan pulls from Nicco’s lips as he moves his arm out from behind his head and lies back farther into his pillow. “ Fuck , Isabella. Do you know how badly I wish I was with you right now?”
“I can imagine,” I say, knowing exactly how he feels. These texts and phone calls haven’t been nearly enough. The only thing getting me through not being with Nicco is the memory of him taking me in the restaurant bathroom of Cucina del Sole. “Do you remember when we used to take baths together?”
“They’re some of the best memories I held with me while I was in Sicily,” he says.
I run my fingertips across my chest, causing goose bumps to erupt in their path while I imagine Nicco’s soft lips on my skin and his calloused hands wrapped around my body. His eyes trail the movement. “They’re some of my best memories too.”
Nicco lets out a desperate sigh and says, “I need you, Isabella.”
“I need you too,” I breathe out, my eyes closing while I continue to drag my fingers across my skin.
“Why don’t you show me how badly you do,” he says, his voice low and commanding.
My eyes open, and he’s sitting back against his pillow, relaxed, watching me through heavy lids.
“What do you want me to do, Nicco?” I ask innocently.
“Touch yourself, my sweet Isabella. Show me what you’d have me do if I was there with you right now.”
I slowly run my fingers along my collarbone before dipping down the valley between my breasts.
“You like when I run my hands all over your body?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly. The sound vibrates from the speaker of my phone straight through to me, right down to my core.
I nod and say, “Mm-hm” as I stare right into his eyes on the screen. His piercing gaze sends a bolt of excitement through me, and I bite my lip.
Nicco groans and says, “You’re killing me, Isabella.”
I love the control I have over him right now, and the desperate pleas in his voice as I continue running my fingers up and down my chest.
“Tell me, Nicco,” I say, the words falling off my lips like smooth velvet. “What would you want me to do if I was there with you right now?”
A low chuckle pulls from his lips as he adjusts himself in his bed, looking like he’s trying to get in a more comfortable position. “Why don’t you tell me what you’d do, Isabella.”
Oh, he wants to play. Then let’s play, baby.
I take a deep breath, letting my lungs expand, causing my chest to rise so my nipples peek out at the surface of the water before letting it all out.
That pulls a low, raspy sound from Nicco. “ Fuck me , Isabella. Do that again.”
I giggle but comply, allowing the peaks of my already hardened nipples to rise above the water’s surface once more, but this time I scoot myself up in the tub so they remain visible.
“If I was there,” I say, sliding my fingers across my chest, grazing my nipples every so often, “I’d run my hand down your chest like I’m doing to myself.”
I change course and run my fingertips down the center of my chest again. “Down over your abs, stopping to trace the outline of each. Adding in the sweetest butterfly kisses that I know get you excited.”
“And if I was with you, I’d start with your nipples,” Nicco says. “Those beautiful fucking nipples of yours that deserve to be worshipped. Kissing each of them just the way you like, never giving one more attention than the other.”
“Mmm,” I hum out, resting my head back while I bring my hand up to my breasts and squeeze them each.
“Then I’d kiss my way down your stomach, to the inside of your thigh, pausing on your right one because I know it’s the most sensitive,” he says.
He’s right. I’m not sure what it is about my inner right thigh, but Nicco discovered that sensitivity long ago, and every time he’d acquaint himself with it, it would always send a shiver of excitement straight through me.
I rub the spot on my thigh with my hand that I’m surprised doesn’t have a permanent indentation from Nicco’s teeth from previous years.
“I’d nibble there until you couldn’t take it anymore and were squirming under my hold.”
I glance back at the screen and see Nicco’s moved his arm, and if I didn’t know any better, I’d say he’s about to make himself feel just as good as I do.
“And then once I knew you wouldn’t be able to take anymore, I’d kiss my way over to your absolute favorite spot.”
With his words, my hand moves over to my pussy.
“Fuck, how I wish I was there with you right now so I could taste you. The restaurant wasn’t nearly enough. Do me a favor, baby. I want you sitting on the edge of the tub. Perch yourself up somewhere. I need to see you work that pussy of yours.”
Doing as I’m told, I rise from the water and sit on the edge of the tub, spreading my legs.
“Show me,” Nicco says, and I look at him on the screen. “Lower your phone down to that sweet cunt of yours. I want to see you work yourself until you’re coming completely undone.”
A thrill of excitement courses through me as I lower my phone. I can still see Nicco on the screen as I slide my hand over my heated core.
Nicco adjusts himself on his bed again, and I know exactly what he’s doing.
“You like what you see, Nicco?” I say while rubbing along my slit, up and down, teasing myself.
“You know I do,” he groans out. The screen shakes a little, and I’m sure it’s because he’s working himself up at the sight of me.
“Show me,” I say, repeating his words back to him. “I want to see what you’re doing to yourself.”
A low chuckle comes through the phone, and Nicco gives me a sexy-as-sin smirk before lowering his phone down to his hardened dick. My mouth salivates at the sight of his hand wrapped around the base of his cock.
“You want your mouth wrapped around my cock, Isabella?”
“Yes…” I moan as I find my clit and nearly jump at the sensation on my sensitive bud.
Nicco squeezes the base of his cock before rubbing up his long shaft, causing a glistening bead of precum to form at his tip.
He rolls his palm over the head of his dick and lets out a low grunt of approval before running it back down to the base. I lick my lips at the sight, wishing it was my hands on him instead of his own.
“Do you have any idea how badly I want you?” I say, my voice laced with intoxication from this sensual moment.
“Show me how badly, baby.”
Nicco jerks himself off while I thrust my finger inside of myself, pushing in and pulling out in sync with Nicco.
“That’s right,” he says between fierce pants. “Imagine that’s my cock sliding in and out of you.”
I close my eyes and imagine just that, letting the tingling sensation build up inside of me. Pulling my finger out of my pussy, I bring my attention back up to my clit, rubbing it until the pulsing sensations have me shaking. My panting is more frantic, and my moans come out louder.
Nicco’s grunts come out more sporadic, a sure sign he’s just as close as I am. “I want to see that beautiful face of yours when you come, Isabella,” he growls out.
The desperate need in his voice has me sliding my phone back up so my face is back in the frame. I’m met with Nicco’s hungry gaze, and that’s what puts me over the top.
I speed up the movement of my finger on my clit, and just when I feel like I can’t take it anymore, the tension that’s been building between us explodes inside of me, causing my head to fall back while a long intense wave of pleasure consumes me. It has me on a high that I never want to come down from.
Nicco’s groan fills the space while I continue to bask in this euphoric feeling. Once both of our labored breaths have finally steadied, I let out a soft laugh and say, “That was…”
Nicco responds with his own light chuckle and says, “Fucking amazing.”
I smile and shake my head and say, “Good night, Nicco.”
“Good night, my sweet Isabella. I love you.”