62. Isabella
62
ISABELLA
T he power I hold over Nicco’s pleasure is exhilarating. The desire he was feeling for me while I tortured him with my mouth made me so damn wet he’d be able to slide into me effortlessly if he tried to take me right now.
After peeling off my clothes, I step into the shower. The hot, billowing steam infiltrates my nostrils, opening up every sense I have. I lean my head under the jet stream and run my hands through my hair.
I open my eyes to see if Nicco followed me in here, but there’s no sight of him, and a small tinge of disappointment hits me. Turning around, I let the refreshing water fall over my face, and relish in the taste of Nicco still on my tongue.
He tastes so damn good.
Salty and masculine.
I could have him in my mouth all day and never get sick of him.
When reaching for my shampoo, big strong arms snake their way around my waist and yank me into what feels like a brick wall.
“Did you think you were going to get away from me that easily?” Nicco mumbles into my ear, and a smile spreads across my face.
“I was actually expecting you to be here sooner,” I tease.
Nicco whips me around so I’m facing him, and my hands land around his neck. “Well, since we’re playing games tonight, I had to keep you waiting just a bit.”
“Just a bit,” I repeat with a small laugh.
Nicco maneuvers us so he’s the one directly under the showerhead. The streams of water make their way through his hair.
There’s something so damn sexy about Nicco soaking wet. The way the water glistens off his godlike body… and when his glorious locks are drenched? Holy, fuck me.
“I hope you’re ready for me, my sweet Isabella. Because I’m about to fuck the brat right out of you for what you did back there.”
A bolt of electricity courses through me, sending heat to my core. “You promise?” I say, flashing my pearly whites at him as I egg him on. Because that’s exactly what I need right now. I need Nicco to take from me whatever he wants, however he wants.
He gives me a bemused look before whipping me around again. I nearly slip from how abrupt it is, but his hands stay on my hips, keeping me upright. Moving a hand to my back, he pushes down until I lean over and brace my hands on the shower bench.
“Keep your hands there, Isabella. You’re going to need it for what I have planned for you.”
A swarm of butterflies erupt in my core, and I already know it won’t take him long to put me over the edge.
Nicco slides a hand down my spine, and my body breaks out in goose bumps as he makes his way to my ass.
“Mmmm,” Nicco hums out, continuing his descent to the seam of my ass. He pauses over my puckered hole and slowly swirls his finger over it.
I let out a moan and arch my back, pushing my ass into his finger.
“You want me here, Isabella?”
I moan my confirmation.
“Ooh, my sweet Isabella. I haven’t taken this hole of yours in years.” His voice is strained as if he’s realizing he won’t be able to last long if he fucks me in the ass like I want him to, but I don’t care. I need him to take me there like he’s done so many times before. It’s been too damn long.
“Please, Nicco,” I pant. “I need to feel your cock inside of me.” I continue moving my ass up and down so his finger glides across my hole.
“Where do you want to feel it, baby?”
“My ass.” I moan. “I want to feel you sliding in and out of my ass.”
He chuckles before pushing his finger into my hole. I tense up at the foreign feeling. It’s been years since we’ve done this, and I might’ve overestimated what I can take right now. But even though I have no idea how he’ll fit, I’m still so turned on that he could do whatever he wants to me, and I’d let him.
“I’m going to need you to relax, baby. We haven’t done this in a while, and if you’re going to take my cock, you’re going to have to loosen up enough to take my finger first.”
Nicco’s words flutter through me, and I take a deep breath before letting it out. On my exhale, he takes advantage of me relaxing and pushes his finger farther into my hole. The pressure has me feeling so damn good I’m eager to have his dick replace his finger.
With each exhale I take, Nicco pushes into me until he’s all the way in. He plays with me for a few minutes, driving in before pulling out in a sensual movement that has me meeting each of the small thrusts with my own.
“You ready for me to add another one, baby?” he asks, and I nod.
I release another long breath, and he slides another thick finger into me, causing me to arch my back. “Oh my gosh, Nicco.”
“You’re doing so damn good, Isabella,” he coos. “You’re already taking two of my fingers so well. Just wait until it’s my cock instead. I’m going to fill you up and have you begging for more.”
I let out a long moan with my next exhale as he skates his fingers in and out of my ass, stretching my hole and getting it ready for his dick.
I’m panting like a desperate bitch in heat with every strum of his fingers when he finally says, “You’re ready for me.”
Nicco slips his fingers out, then takes his cock and rubs it along the slit of my pussy, soaking himself in my juices. He lets out a hum of approval, poking the tip into my pussy each time he passes it.
“ Fuck, Isabella. You’re more ready for me than I thought.”
“Please, Nicco. I need you to fill me up with everything you have. I want to feel how much my ass will stretch for your cock.”
Responding with an incoherent grunt, he slides his dick to my ass and grips my waist with his free hand. He thrusts his hips into me, but it’s shallow, only allowing his tip to kiss my ass.
He does that a few more times before lining himself up with my hole and inching his way in. The pressure is immediate, the difference between his two fingers and the size of his dick is extreme.
“Remember what I said, Isabella. Deep breaths. With each exhale, I’ll give you more. That’s what you want, right, baby? For me to stretch this tight ass of yours until you can’t take it anymore.”
The mouth on this man. Just when I think I’m not going to be able to take him, he says that, and it has my stomach contracting in pulsing need.
“Yes, Nicco. Give me more. Give me all of you.”
With each exhale, he does the same thing he did with his fingers; he slowly pushes into me farther.
“Yes, baby. You almost have all of me. One last breath, and you’ll be as full as can be with my cock.”
I take another deep breath, and with my last exhale, Nicco pushes fully into me, and his balls slap my pussy in the process. The pressure has me feeling fuller than I ever have in my life.
He wraps his other hand around my waist so he’s holding me firmly with both hands. His thrusts are slow while he gets me used to his size, but every time he drives back into me, I want to cry out in need of more.
“ Fuck , Isabella. My sweet fucking Isabella. The way your ass is swallowing me whole. I won’t last long if I go any faster.” His voice sounds pained with every thrust, as if he’s having to prevent himself from speeding up because forcing his orgasm to stay at bay is killing him.
“Do it, Nicco. Take me the way you want me. Give me everything you have.”
He stops moving, and I cry out in discontentment. “You’re already taking so much, Isabella. Are you sure you want me to go faster?”
I glance over my shoulder at him. The water sprays him in the back, and he looks delicious enough to eat with the droplets cascading down his chest and over his eight pack. His gaze is already on mine, and I know he needs me as much as I need him. “Yes, do it. I want you to fill me up with your cum.”
Nicco’s eyes darken, and I bring my attention forward again, bracing myself as best I can on the bench. He starts his thrusts back up slowly but doesn’t remain at that speed for long. He quickly increases his cadence and pressure until I’m forced to place my hands on the shower wall to help with the impact.
“ Fuck , Isabella,” he groans out.
The sensation of his dick slamming in and out of my ass sends tingles throughout my body and has my core lighting on fire. Using the wall to brace myself, I shift my hips backward and meet him with every thrust.
The sound of Nicco’s grunts and my moans mixed with the slamming of his balls against my pussy has me so close to the edge of the cliff that even the smallest move could put me over, tumbling down into a black sea of bliss.
As if reading my mind, Nicco reaches around with his hand and slides his finger up my slit.
“Oh, fuck, yes , Nicco. Yes ,” I cry out.
He finds my clit a second later and strums it with his finger, and that’s when I know I’ve reached my limit. My stomach contracts, and my toes curl on the wet stone floor while I let out a feral moan.
Nicco keeps working my clit while I ride out my high. I know he’s about to come because he increases his movements. The pounding of our flesh keeps him going until he lets out a guttural groan from deep inside his chest.
He slows his thrusts before stopping them as he comes down from his high. With his cock still buried deep inside me, we take a moment to catch our breaths.
“Holy fucking shit, Isabella,” he says while slowly pulling out of me.
“I know.” It’s all I can say. The feeling whenever Nicco and I are with each other is unlike any other feeling. It’s raw. Powerful. All consuming. I can’t get enough of it. And now… I never have to.