48. Niccolò
48
NICCOLò
W hen I pull up to the back of Liana’s boutique, I send a quick text off to Isabella letting her know I’m here. Within a few seconds, the back door swings open and she comes running out with a backpack on. The slight winter breeze blows her dark locks back over her shoulders while she makes her way toward me.
As soon as she’s within arm’s distance, I pull her into me and give her a kiss that draws a small whimper from her while she melts into my arms. When I pull back, I look into her glistening eyes and say, “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
“I might have an idea,” she utters before giving me a smile that could light up anyone’s fucking day.
Reaching behind me, I unhook Isabella’s helmet and hand it to her, thankful the winter weather hasn’t yet forced me to put my bike up for the season.
Isabella’s hold around my waist as we ride back to my place is one of the most comforting feelings in the fucking world. It’s something I’ll never get sick of.
As I pull up to a red light, I set my feet on the pavement to keep us balanced upright on the bike, and give Isabella’s hands a comforting squeeze while we wait for the light to change. But before it does, her hand slowly trails down the front of my jacket before landing on the seam of my jeans, where my already semihard dick from having her legs wrapped around me wakes up even more and pushes against the zipper of my pants.
She squeezes, applying the right amount of pressure, and my knees nearly buckle at the sensation. The way I need Isabella is fucking maddening.
The light turns green, and I take off down the street. Isabella doesn’t move her hand until I’ve parked in the underground garage.
I hop off the bike and hold my hand out for her to dismount. We each take our helmets off, and the sly grin that has formed on her face has me chuckling. I raise a brow at her. “What exactly did you think you were doing there?” I say, nodding to my bike.
She gives me a small laugh and runs her fingers through her hair. “What? You didn’t like that?” she asks innocently.
“Had you squeezed any harder, you would’ve caused a damn accident, or I would’ve ended up fucking you right at that intersection back there.”
Isabella’s eyes twinkle under the overhead lighting of the garage. “Oh, yeah? Fucking me at an intersection…” She steps toward me and slowly runs her hand down the zipper of my leather jacket as she gazes up at me with lust-filled eyes and a quirk in her brow. “Now that would’ve been fun.”
A low growl escapes me before I grab her hand and pull her toward my private elevator. As soon as the door shuts, I have her in my arms. Our lips are locked, and our tongues clash against one another as the tension finally catches up to us. The only thing that pulls us out of the moment is the dinging of the elevator that tells us we’ve made it up to my penthouse.
Isabella pulls away from me, and I groan at the loss of contact. She steps off the elevator backward, smiling at me in a seductive way that could put me on my knees.
I prowl toward her, but she turns around and takes a moment to take in the space. “Wow, this place is amazing, Nicco.”
In the heat of the moment, I nearly forgot Isabella has never seen my new home before. It’s a modern-style penthouse that gets flooded with natural lighting during the day from the floor-to-ceiling windows that take up the majority of the wall space. The light-oak floors and ivory furniture give the large space an even bigger feel.
Isabella was on my mind when I started my search for a new place, and when I hired the interior designer, I gave her all the things I know Isabella loves and told her to have at it. I had a feeling Isabella would like it, but it sounds like the interior designer did an even better job than I thought.
I follow Isabella down the short hallway into the open living room. She stops, taking a moment to admire the gold light fixtures hanging from the tall ceilings. “This place is incredible, Nicco. It’s everything I’ve…” She turns around to look at me, a curious look in her eye.
“Always wanted?” I finish for her. Isabella and I had talked about our future and what we’d want in a place of our own. I’m just so fucking glad it never changed.
“You remembered?” she says, closing the distance between us and wrapping her arms around my waist. Her eyes sparkle up at me.
“I told you I remember everything about you,” I murmur.
“I’m starting to see that,” she says before rising up on her toes and kissing me.
I groan into her, loving the taste of her on my lips again. Sliding my hands down, I find the curve of her ass and lift her so she’s able to wrap her legs around my waist.
Our tongues clash together in a desperate need to feel one another while I walk us to my room. Once I set her down, Isabella drops her backpack to the floor, and her eyes glide over me while I let my leather jacket fall to the floor.
“You have no idea how badly I’ve needed this, Isabella,” I say, sliding the zipper of her jacket down before helping her shrug it off her shoulders. “Needed you .”
“I think I might have an idea,” she breathes out.
The amount of times I’ve jacked off to the memory of Isabella is far too many to count. Me and my hand got well acquainted while I was living in Sicily, and now that I finally have my girl back, I can’t fucking wait to sink myself into her. But before I can enjoy her the way I’ve only dreamed about the past few years, there’s one thing that’s been lingering in my head ever since Leo brought it up.
I run my fingers along the hem of her shirt and say, “I have a question.”
She tilts her head and crinkles her brows as she gazes up at me. “What is it?”
“I know I have no reason to ask you this, and even more so, I have no reason to be upset with your answer, but it’s something that’s been on my mind.”
Isabella takes my hands in hers. “What is it, Nicco? You’re making me nervous.”
“When I was away, did you…” The words stall on my tongue. I took Isabella’s virginity, and now I need to know if she’s been with any other man besides me. Her answer might fucking kill me, but I have to know.
While I was in Sicily, Leo and Dante informed me that Isabella wasn’t seen out much, but it’s a big city and they weren’t watching her twenty-four seven.
I played ignorant to that little detail. In my mind, she was at home all day, every day, waiting for me to come back. I know that’s fucking sick and unrealistic, but I couldn’t imagine her with another man. If I had, I would’ve blown everything with my dad, marching my ass back to NYC to take back what belongs to me.
She raises a brow at me. “Did I…?”
Letting out a deep sigh, I finally say, “Did you ever, you know… see anyone else?”
Isabella hesitates, looking back and forth between my eyes, and my heart sinks to the pit of my stomach. She has fucking been with another man.
My face heats, and my breathing picks up. The thought of her with someone else drives me mad no matter how un-fucking-reasonable it is of me. She was always meant to be mine.
“See anyone else,” she repeats.
The anticipation is driving me so fucking crazy I throw my head back and let out a long sigh before bringing it back down and blurt out, “Fuck. Did you ever fuck another man?” I internally wince at my tone, knowing it came out a lot more aggressive than I intended, but that’s what the thought of Isabella with another guy does to me.
A little smirk takes over her face, and I hold my breath, waiting for her answer.
“You want to know if I’ve fucked another man, Nicco?”
I wince at her words, which she notices because a small laugh escapes her lips. “No,” she finally says, and I freeze, wondering if I heard her correctly.
“No?” I repeat.
She shakes her head slowly. “The only date I’ve been on since meeting you was with Massimo.”
I let out a weird fucking grunt, to which she responds with another small giggle.
“I think no matter how much I thought I hated you at that moment, I was never really over you. Massimo was just my attempt to move on, but who am I kidding, Nicco? There was never any moving on from you.”
Isabella hasn’t yet told me she loves me again, but if that isn’t love, I don’t fucking know what is. Her words put the biggest smile on my face. Knowing she’s only ever been with me brings out an innate fucking feral feeling in me. A feeling of pride and possessiveness knowing she’s completely mine.
I lift Isabella’s shirt up and over her head, then drop it to the floor before pulling her into me. Our mouths are on each other again, our need for each other strong. We chaotically discard the rest of our clothes, only taking the smallest breaks to separate when tugging my shirt off.
“You ready to prove those words you said to me earlier?” I say gruffly.
She licks her lips as if she’s been dying to have a taste of me and sinks to her knees, her hands gliding down my sides as she does so. “I’ve been ready, Nicco.”
I let out a groan as she stares up at me from the most submissive position. It has my cock growing even harder for her.
She runs her fingers up my thighs before wrapping her hand around the base of my dick, and a jolt of excitement tickles my balls. She squeezes up the shaft of my cock, her gaze drawn to the bead of precum forming at the tip.
She glances up at me and licks her lips again before dragging her tongue across the head. “ Fucking hell, Isabella.” The heat from her tongue on my sensitive flesh has me wanting to come immediately. This is nothing like my fucking hand.
“Mmm, you taste just as good as I remember, Nicco,” she breathes out before closing her mouth over my head and swirling her tongue around it.
“Oh, how I’ve missed that sweet mouth of yours,” I say as I push myself deeper inside her. Being the good fucking girl she is, Isabella widens her mouth, making space for me.
Brushing back the hair from her face, I say, “Now are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck this mouth of yours?”
Isabella moans her approval, and the vibration goes straight to my balls as I thrust into her a little deeper before sliding back out, slowly getting her reacquainted with my cock again. “That’s it, baby. Open up wide for me.”
She does exactly as I say, and I take advantage, pushing myself into her almost to the hilt. Her tongue swirls around my cock as I do so, and it feels like fucking heaven. I wrap my hands in her soft hair and help glide her back and forth on my dick. The sensations of her tongue swirling and sucking, paired with her moans of satisfaction, almost become too much to handle.
Just when I think I can’t take anymore, she does the one thing she knows I fucking love. She cups my balls and plays with them as I thrust in and out of her. My movements become more frantic and my grip on her hair tightens as she takes me to the fucking edge of my climax. But before she does, I pull myself away from her, knowing there’s only one way I want to come right now.
She smiles up at me, the pure look of satisfaction on her face from knowing she still has full control over me. Bringing her fingers up to her lips, she wipes away the saliva that’s formed around her mouth from taking my cock.
A low growl escapes me at the sight, and I yank her up off the floor and place her on the bed, causing her to squeal at the abrupt movement, then hover my body over hers. “I could get fucking lost in you forever, Isabella. These perfect tits,” I say, giving each dark nipple a lick before lowering myself down her body and peppering kisses along her stomach before landing at her bare mound.
“This perfect pussy that I know is begging to be fucked by me,” I say, keeping my eyes placed firmly on hers.
She drops her head back into the pillow. “Oh, gosh, Nicco. Yes, please ,” she begs.
I lower myself and breathe in her delicious scent before sliding my tongue up her slit. So fucking wet and so fucking sweet. Isabella arches her back, pushing herself into me. “So fucking ready for me, aren’t you, my sweet Isabella.”
“Yes, Nicco, please, I need to feel you inside of me,” she whines.
I lick up and down her pussy a few more times, soaking in her juices before kissing my way back up to her. She wraps her hands around my neck and yanks me down to her, releasing a desperate sound as our tongues mix and I give her a taste of herself. Our mouths never leave each other’s as I line my cock up with her pussy.
“Wait,” Isabella says, pressing her hands into my chest.
“What is it?” I ask, breathless from the intoxication of her.
She licks her lips before saying, “I’m not on birth control anymore. D-do you have a condom?”
Isabella was on birth control back when we were together, so I never had to wear a condom with her. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t a little disappointed knowing she wants me to wear one now, but given everything she’s been through, I respect her wishes. The last thing I want to do is make her uncomfortable, so if Isabella wants me to wrap it, that’s exactly what I’ll fucking do.
Reaching over in my nightstand, I pull a condom out and tear the foil wrapper open. After sliding it onto my cock, I settle myself between her legs once again, lining myself up with her pussy. I look deep into her eyes and see some hesitation and concern.
“You’re not mad?” she asks.
My brows furrow. “Mad?”
“I… I just wasn’t sure if you’d be mad about having to wear a condom,” she mutters.
I cup Isabella’s cheek. “I would never be mad about something like that.”
“It’s just… after everything … I just want to make sure we’re safe.”
“And I absolutely respect that. I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to do, Isabella. We will take it slow.”
“What about babies, though? You’ll expect an heir from me.”
“I’ll expect only what you’re willing to give me. If you want to try for a family again, we will, but only when you’re ready. There’s no time constraint on that.”
Isabella’s eyes light up at that, the worry leaving them. She wraps her hands around my neck once more and brings me down to her, kissing me with everything she has.
I slowly push myself into her, giving her tight cunt time to adjust to me. She sucks in a sharp breath.
“Relax, baby. It’s been a bit, but I know you can take me.”
Isabella relaxes in my hold, and I push into her further, kissing my way down her neck, then sucking a taut nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, and her pussy relaxes around me even more, so I thrust the rest of the way into her.
She lets out a moan, her walls clenching around me. “Oh gosh, Nicco. You feel so fucking good.”
I give her nipple a small tug, then move over to the other and give it the same attention.
Isabella’s hand finds its way into my hair as I thrust in and out of her. “Ahh, fuck, Isabella. You’re so fucking tight,” I mumble against her breast. “You feel too damn good.”
She meets each of my thrusts with her own, raising her hips to meet mine. We quickly fall into a rhythm together, and I know I won’t last much longer. The wild movements causing an array of sensations to spread throughout my body.
“Oh, fuck, Isabella. I’ve missed the way your pussy feels wrapped around my cock,” I grunt out with each thrust.
“Yes, Nicco,” she cries out. “I need you to give it to me harder.”
Smiling, I oblige, giving my girl exactly what she needs, meeting each raise of her hips with a forceful thrust of my own. With each one I give her, I know she’s getting closer to orgasming.
I bring myself back down to her breast and suck a nipple back into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her pussy clenches around me, and the quivers take over her body. My dick swells in her heated core, and I know we’re both about to tumble over that cliff together.
Wrapping my hand around her neck, I give it a squeeze. Isabella arches into me even more, her pussy squeezing me tighter than fucking ever, and after a few more thrusts, her hand tightens in my hair, pulling at the strands as her climax takes over her body while she cries out my name.
It’s not long after that I’m following her over the edge, my balls tightening before exploding, and the most amazing fucking feeling courses through my entire body as I thrust everything I have in and out of her. “ Fuck , Isabella,” I groan out.
She meets each of my frantic movements with her own, and I come the hardest I’ve ever fucking come in my life.
As we come down from our highs, I roll us both onto our sides, my dick still inside her. Isabella places her hands on my chest.
“Holy shit, my sweet Isabella,” I whisper. “I just need a minute after that.”
“I know. That was incredible, Nicco. I don’t… I don’t have words,” she says between pants.
“I love you,” I say, but knowing she’s not ready to say it back, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her, then look into her eyes. “I’ll pull out in a minute, but just give me a few seconds to hold you.”
She smiles up at me, and I wrap my arms around her tighter, knowing this is exactly what home feels like. And I will never let this go.