49. Isabella
49
ISABELLA
T he past few days with Nicco have been amazing. Spending time together was exactly what I needed. It brought me back to the good times I still can’t believe we’re able to have again.
As I lie here in bed, snuggled into Nicco’s chest, I think about Liana’s proposition from the other night. I’ve always loved the bridal industry, but I never considered officially working in it. Is this something I could actually do?
“What’re you thinking about?” Nicco asks while rubbing his hand up and down the middle of my back.
“There’s something that’s been on my mind a lot lately. Ever since you brought it up, actually.”
Nicco leans back so he can look into my eyes, a slight hint of concern swarming his. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”
“The other night when I was at dinner with the girls, Liana brought up me working with her.”
“With?” he says.
“Yeah. She was talking about how she’s been swamped between the store, custom orders, her new bridal line, and getting together her new men’s line.”
“She’s coming out with a men’s line? Damn, I didn’t know that. She’s really creating that fashion empire she always dreamed about, huh?”
That comment brings a smile to my face. Liana used to always talk about how one day she would be one of the world’s largest fashion brands. The dining table in our college apartment was always filled with different fabric swatches and her designs. She was always nose deep in everything that had to do with fashion. It’s amazing to see how far she’s come, turning her dream into a reality. And I love that Nicco cared enough to not only notice but remember as well.
“She is, and she wants me next to her while she does it. At least for the bridal line, which I’m really considering because I love bridal.” There’s something about designing a dress for a bride on one of the biggest days of her life; a day she’ll love and cherish for the rest of her life. It’s such a rewarding feeling being part of something like that.
“I fucking knew this would happen,” Nicco says, a wide smile breaking free on his face. “Fashion is in your blood. You deserve to do something you love and want to do with your life.”
“I know, I just never thought twice about it. I kind of came to terms with something after you left,” I utter, staring down at his chest. “I knew what my role in life was going to be. It’s what I was born into. Get married off to someone and have children. There wasn’t much space in there for dreams when I had zero control over who I would end up with.”
I stare at the fine hairs on Nicco’s chest, weaving my fingers in and out of them before saying, “And I didn’t care. When you left, my dreams left with you.”
I nearly choke out the words as the memory hits me. I always thought Nicco’s dad would eventually come around and be fine with us dating. Maybe even one day make a deal with my dad that would allow us to get married. So when Nicco left me, I gave up in a sense. I knew whomever I married would only be because I had to. I would become the Mafia wife expected of me. But now that Nicco’s back in my life, my dreams have suddenly reemerged, and I have a chance to make them a reality.
I rest my palm against Nicco’s sculpted chest. His heart is racing a mile a minute.
“I-I’m so sorry, Isabella,” he says, causing me to drag my gaze up to his, the guilt in his eyes nearly consuming them whole. “My intention was never for you to give up on your dreams. I would never want that for you.”
“No, I know, Nicco. I didn’t mean it like that. I just meant…” What did I mean?
“I promise, I will always be there to support you. I’ll be the one who lifts you up when you’re feeling down. The one who’ll never let you give up on yourself. I know you’re going to go far. You and Liana are going to take that bridal industry by storm, and I’ll be there right next to you, cheering you on until the day I take my last fucking breath.”
“I know you will be, Nicco, and I’m so lucky to have you. I couldn’t imagine having anyone else by me while I embark on this new journey.”
“So, then that’s it? You’ve made your decision?”
I smile up at him. “Yeah. I think I have.”
“Say it, baby. Say the words out loud, and make it official.”
“I’m going to do it, Nicco. I’m going to be a bridal fashion designer.”
Nicco brings his mouth to mine, kissing me with so much fervor I nearly get drowsy from the intoxication of it. He presses into me, rolling me onto my back, and hovers over me.
I wrap my hands around his neck and run my fingers in his hair, pulling him impossibly closer.
“I need you, Isabella. I need every single part of you.”
“Take every single part of me, Nicco. It’s all yours. It always has been.”
Even though I’m sensitive and sore from the past few days we’ve spent together, the desperate need to feel Nicco inside of me again supersedes that feeling.
“Look at these pretty tits of yours. I could get fucking lost in them forever, Isabella,” Nicco groans out, rubbing my taut nipples between his fingers.
“Correct me if I’m wrong, but they were always a favorite of yours, weren’t they?” I say, knowing he’ll know exactly what I’m referring to.
Nicco snaps his gaze up to mine, and I give him a knowing look. “Play with them. Show me just how much you’ve missed them.” A smile pulls at the corner of his lips, and I add, “They’re yours to use however you’d like.”
With lust-filled excitement in his eyes, Nicco rearranges himself on the bed, climbing on top of me so he’s straddling my stomach. His hardened length rests between my breasts, and the weight of him gets me excited for what’s to come.
“You know what to do, baby. Spit on it. Make a mess of my cock just like you did last night with your pussy.”
I do exactly as I’m told, lubing up his cock with my saliva. Pushing my boobs together, I cradle his dick between them. Nicco slowly slides back and forth, getting acquainted with the feeling.
“ Fuck , Isabella,” he says, peering down at me. “If only you could see how pretty your tits look squeezing my cock.”
“Give it to me, Nicco. Show me who owns them.”
Nicco grunts out a response and picks up his pace, placing his hands on the headboard for support.
I peer down and watch while he uses my breasts the way he wants. The way he needs .
His movements pick up, and I can tell the self-lubrication will wear off soon, so I spit on him a few more times. The natural rawness of it all has Nicco thrusting even harder and gripping onto the headboard like it’s his last saving grace. From this angle, he looks as if he could tear right through it.
Watching Nicco slide in and out between my breasts has me so turned on that I need some stimulation. Anything that can help alleviate the throbbing sensation between my legs.
While holding my breasts together, I rub my nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. I let out a little moan, which draws Nicco’s attention to what I’m doing, and I swear he nearly comes on the spot.
“ Holy fucking shit , Isabella,” he pants out. “Don’t stop doing that. I’m so fucking close.”
I smile up at him, knowing exactly what I can do to put him so far over the top he won’t know what hit him.
Angling my head up, I open my mouth, allowing the tip of his dick to meet my tongue with every thrust he makes. “I want to feel you in my mouth, Nicco. Give me everything you’ve got.”
A feral groan vibrates through him, and his movements become more frantic while I swirl my tongue around the head of his cock every chance I get.
The sensations between Nicco fucking my breasts and me playing with my nipples have me so needy for a release, I subconsciously grind my hips into nothing since Nicco is on my stomach. But he must sense it because he slows his movements and gives me a sexy as hell smirk.
“Are you being a needy little whore for me, baby?”
“Yes,” I pant out, unable to keep it in.
“Pinch your nipples hard for me,” he says, and I do so, causing my back to arch from the sharp pain that immediately turns into pleasure when Nicco finds my clit with his finger. I cry out at the sensations fusing together.
“ Oh gosh , Nicco.”
“That’s right, Isabella, keep going. Play with those nipples while I play with your needy clit.”
I grind my hips into his finger and continue squeezing my breast together while pinching my nipples. “Nicco,” I cry out, not able to contain the overwhelming feeling of my orgasm that’s about to come to a crescendo.
“That’s right, Isabella. Let me hear you cry out my name while you come for me again.”
He increases the pressure and cadence on my clit, and the overwhelming feeling of ecstasy takes over my body as an explosion starts in my core and works its way out to every crevice of my body. My orgasm quakes through me while I cry out Nicco’s name.
He helps me ride out my high, slowing his speed and pressure on my clit before finally stopping once he knows I’ve gotten my fill.
“Fucking hell, Isabella. The sight of you coming undone will never get old,” he says before sliding his hand down my slit and pushing his fingers into my pussy.
I let out another moan as Nicco brings his glistening fingers up to his cock and wipes the aftermath of my orgasm all over himself. He does it again, except this time he wipes it all over the valley between my breasts.
Bringing his hand up to his lips, he sucks his fingers into his mouth. “Mmm, so fucking delicious,” he says before grabbing hold of the headboard with both of his hands. “Now squeeze those perfect tits together tight and open your mouth up wide for me. I want to feel that tongue of yours all over my cock.”
I do exactly as I’m told.
Nicco’s pace becomes more fervent and strained, yet the heady look on his face tells me he’s so close to coming. After a few more thrusts, Nicco yells, “Fuck!” before releasing all over my chest. I get a quick taste of him in my mouth, the saltiness of him having me thirsty for more.
After a few more moments, he finishes and hunches over me, catching his breath.
“Holy fuck, Isabella. I know we’ve done that before, but that was better than anything I remember.”
I giggle and say, “Yeah. I remember you loving that, but wow. That was just…”
I have no words for it. Just when you think sex with someone can’t get any better, it does. Every time Nicco and I are together, it’s always better than the last. I don’t know how it’s possible, but it’s this feeling inside me that I can’t get enough of him, and I know he feels the same way.
“Fucking amazing,” he finishes for me, then leans down to kiss me. “Come on. Let’s get you washed up.”