Chapter 7 Nico #2
My kisses become a little harder, a little more eager. I start to worry she might be right, and I find myself muttering as I slide one strap of her dress over her shoulder, “We’ll deal with that if it happens.”
Her laugh is throaty and the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.
I slide the other strap down, and now I can tug the top of her dress down with her bra.
Godfuckingdamnit. I’ve made a mistake.
Because her breasts are the perfect round handfuls, but mostly because her nipples are pink and hard and begging for my mouth.
She must know what I’m thinking because she arches closer to me with a soft sigh, but only for a split second.
“Remember, no tasting,” she purrs.
“You’re going to kill me, aren’t you,” I croak, staring at her breasts.
“I’m just repeating your demands,” she says, amused. Her fingers touch under my chin, guiding me to look up at her and also to lift my mouth. “What happened to touching me?”
A heavy breath rushes from my lungs. “Definitely going to kill me,” I mumble, turning my attention back to her body. I can’t taste her, but…
I cup her breast in one hand, absorbing the weight of it, the softness, before quickly pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.
She sucks in a gasp, arching harder into my touch.
Yeah. I’m not the only one who likes a firm touch.
My other hand goes to her other breast. I squeeze, then pinch once more, this one a little harder.
She moans.
I have to bury my face in her neck to control the urge to bite her.
Which doesn’t work because I sink my teeth into her shoulder instead.
My head spins when I feel her nails immediately dig into my arms, her hips grinding up against mine. “Fuck, I’m sorry,” I gasp. I shouldn’t be rough with her. I’m being too rough with her. “I didn’t mean to—”
A groan steals my words when she rips my shirt to the side at my neck and sinks her teeth into my shoulder muscle.
“Fuck,” I mutter, my hips punching forward on reflex.
I prop myself on one forearm in order to keep my position on top of her—close enough for her to bite again—but my other hand brushes down her body and fumbles with the hem of her dress. I rip it up, far too aggressively, but I’m hanging onto my sanity by a thread.
And I haven’t even felt her pussy yet.
I drop my face to the bed, right beside her face, in an effort to control myself for a little longer. Even just the feel of her is enough to make me come in my pants like a goddamn teenager. I need to get my shit together.
But when my hand brushes over her hip, down to her bare skin, and over her thigh to the heat between her legs, I already know there’s no keeping my shit together around this woman.
Sliding my hand up the inside of her thigh, it takes one graze over the soaked fabric of her underwear before I’m squeezing a fist in the sheets and groaning into the bed beside her ear.
I’m so focused on my own sanity that it takes me a second to realize her grip is also fisted in my shirt, that she’s squirming underneath me and moaning something in my ear.
“Touch me,” she begs. “Touch me. God, please, touch me—”
I don’t need to be told twice. I smooth my hand down the front of her lace underwear, directly to her slippery clit.
We both moan at that.
Fuck, she’s so wet. She can’t be faking that, right?
“Inside,” she begs. “I want—”
I sink one finger deep inside her.
“Christ, you’re tight,” I groan into her shoulder. “I can feel you squeezing down on me.”
“More.” She rocks into my finger. “Give me more.”
Snap. There goes the hold on my sanity.
Ripping my hand from between her legs, I push onto my knees so I can reach for the underwear with both hands and pull it down her legs.
Thankfully, she seems just as eager to have nothing between us, because she sits up and impatiently pushes my shirt up my chest. I reach back with one hand and pull it off in one motion.
I almost miss her breath catching at the sight of my abs.
But I don’t miss the way she leans forward to trace the V of the muscle with her tongue.
Groaning, my hand goes to the back of her head as my own lolls back. Suddenly, all I can think about is how her mouth felt on me.
“Do you want me to suck your cock again?” she asks innocently, looking up the length of my body to meet my eyes. My pulse jumps when her tongue peeks out to run along my skin for a split second.
“I want everything,” I say dazedly, looking down at her. “I can’t think beyond that.” My hand brushes gently over her hair. “I really want to lick your pussy,” I murmur, my eyes lowering to the place between her legs that’s now only a shadow in this position.
My gaze shoots back to hers when I see her lips lift in a sensual smile. “Are you regretting your boundaries?” she asks sweetly.
I swallow roughly. “Very much so.”
She leans forward to press a gentle kiss above my happy trail. “Do you want me to make it easier for you?”
My voice is like gravel when I ask, “Why do I feel like you’re about to make it harder?”
She lets out a tinkling laugh, the sound mesmerizing.
I don’t realize she’s reaching for the thong I just ripped off of her because at the same time, she’s curling a hand behind my neck and pulling me back on top of her.
It’s only when I’m braced above her again, barely a few inches between us, that I hear her whisper, “Open.”
This woman is a siren.
I don’t think. I just do.
When I open my mouth, she stuffs her lace thong inside.
I groan as her taste explodes on my tongue. The lace is soaked. She was soaked. And she tastes like the sweetest thing.
“Easier or harder?” she asks, her sultry eyes taunting mine.
I can only groan again in response, dropping my face into her neck.
But when she reaches down between us, I snap out of it enough to remember what I was doing before she hypnotized me. Shifting my weight onto one forearm, I drop my other hand between her legs, right to the bare, wet center of her.
I’m rewarded with her gasp.
Sliding my fingers through her wetness, I force myself to slow just enough that I can tease her a bit.
I touch her everywhere but where she wants me, if her hips lifting toward me is any indication.
I circle around her clit but don’t touch it.
I slide down to her entrance but don’t press a finger inside.
“Nico,” she whines.
I want to lift up and look at her as I finger her to an orgasm for the first time. But I also don’t think I’ll be able to watch her without coming.
So I keep my face in her neck, pressing kisses along the skin as much as I can, and then I slide two fingers deep inside her.
“Ohhh God,” she moans, her voice shaky. “That feels—”
She breaks off in a gasp when I finally press my thumb to her clit.
Slowly, I pull my fingers out, then slide them back in. And then I do it again. My thumb never stops moving in tight, firm circles on her clit.
And then she starts to moan.
I want to bottle the sound. I want to bottle this entire night. I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on in my life.
I hear the moment her breaths become shallow, can feel the moment her nails dig into my arms. But before I can revel in the knowledge that she’s about to come all over my hand, she stiffens.
It’s only for a split second, but I feel it. I pull my fingers from her so I can rip the thong out of my mouth and ask her what she needs.
Sure enough, something shutters over her gaze. She probably doesn’t even realize it’s there, because the moment we lock eyes, she pastes a smile on her face.
“How does my pussy feel?” she purrs, moving her hips once more. But the pattern is slightly different.
When I open my mouth to answer, she cups my face, brushing her thumb over my lip. “How does it taste?”
My head spinning, I can only suck her thumb into my mouth with a groan.
She smiles at that. “You feel so good,” she whispers, her hands sliding down my neck, down my chest. Her gaze follows, her enjoyment of my body obvious. “I want to make you feel good, too.”
“You do,” I croak out. I clear my throat and try again. “Everything you do feels good.”
She hums, still smiling. “I think we can make you feel better,” she muses. And then she slides her hand into my pants and grips my cock.
It doesn’t matter that she’s already touched me. I might as well be a virgin experiencing a girl’s touch for the first time.
“Fuck, baby,” I groan, thrusting into her grip. I slide my fingers back inside her pussy at the same time. “That’s going to make me come.”
She starts to stroke me. “Is this how you’d like to come? Or would you prefer my mouth?” When my attention zeroes in on her red lips, her smile grows. “Since you don’t want to fuck me tonight.”
“I didn’t—” My words break off when she brushes her thumb over the head of my cock.
And then they disappear completely when she lifts that thumb to her lips and sucks it into her mouth.
She lets out a hum of delight, her eyes closing with a pleased smile. “Delicious,” she whispers.
I don’t think I’m breathing anymore.
“You know, we could probably cheat just a little bit,” she says, reaching between us again.
I don’t understand what she means—don’t have the brainpower to ask—but then she wraps her hand around my wrist and guides it up toward our faces. “Just a taste,” she whispers.
It’s not enough that she presses my fingers to my own mouth, drenched in her pleasure.
That in itself would’ve short-circuited my brain.
But she also chooses that moment to bump her hips up.
And because she somehow managed to pull my cock free of my pants while she was touching me, the motion makes her wet pussy slide along my length.
Having the taste of her in my mouth and the feel of her on my cock is too much. It’s too much for any man.
Groaning around my fingers, I pump my hips forward, wanting more of it. Wanting more of her.
“Yes,” she sighs.
I look between our bodies so I can watch as I slide between her lips and over her clit. She’s so slick. And it feels so fucking good. I just need—