Chapter Fifteen-Anna
CHAPTER FIFTEEN-ANNA
I stand up in the water, bringing my hands up to cover my nudity. But I’m too slow. Or Nico is just really fast.
He’s kicked off his shoes already. The water splashes as he jumps in landing right in front of me.
“Nico? W-what?—”
But that’s all I have time to utter. He’s closing the distance, slamming his mouth to mine, and God help me, I love it.
“I tried to give you time. But I’m not waiting anymore. You’re mine Anna, and I’m gonna fuck you like you’re mine,” Nico says.
His voice is gravelly and his eyes blazing, and more than anything, I hope he’s telling the truth.
I know I should refuse him. I should say no. But I don’t want to. In fact, I’m fairly certain I want to be his.
My body is humming, feeling alive for the first time in months. I want him to touch me. I’m desperate for him.
“Fuck. Anna, you’re so wet,” he says into my mouth, and I swallow his words whole.
He has two fingers buried inside my pussy and his other hand on my ass holding me tightly to him as he ravages my mouth.
Nico’s kiss is just as unbridled and wild as he is. His tongue is so long and firm, snaking into my mouth, leaving no part untouched.
I moan and suck on it, loving the way he tastes. I don’t know if it’s something he eats, a candy or a drink, but to me, Nico tastes like cayenne and honey.
Hot and sweet and so fucking sexy.
I open my eyes and notice red dots on his neck. But the water washes them away, and he’s touching me again, and I forget all about them.
“You want me just as much as I want you. Don’t you, Rosebud? Look how fucking needy you are, squeezing my fingers so damn tight.”
I nod. I am so needy. And it’s his fault.
He’s the one who dies this to me. No one ever made me feel like Nico did. It’s like he knows exactly where to touch me and how.
The filthy words he whispers while he walks me to one of the stools at the swim up bar on this side of the pool has me moaning. I’m trapped inside the steel bands of his embrace and there is nowhere else on earth I want to be.
The past six months I dreamed of this, of him, but the reality is so much better. Nico isn’t some silent participant. He doesn’t just take his pleasure and leave me wanting.
No, he talks. And he touches. He commands. And he moans. He owns me with his body. And I don’t think there is anything sexier than when he’s telling me how hard he is for me.
“Feel my dick? I’m so hard and ready. All for you, Rosebud. Christ, I was dying here without you.”
I gasp as he takes my hand and forces it onto his thick shaft. I squeeze it. Moaning at both the feel of his dick in my hand, and the loss of his fingers as he pulls them from my aching pussy.
“Show me how much you want me, Wife. Suck my dick with your hot little slit.”
Nico plops me down on the stool and reaches between us. And that’s when I feel it.
When I feel him .
The big, broad head of his thick cock presses against my entrance, and I moan long and loud at the sudden invasion.
“Take it, Rosebud. Take me,” he groans and wraps one hand around my throat.
That act alone is enough to make my pussy clench. The fact he’s filling me just makes it that much better.
He’s so big. So strong. And he is everywhere.
Touching me. Kissing me. Praising me for taking him so deep.
“Jesus Christ. You feel so fucking good. That’s it, Good Girl,” he grits out when my pussy spasms, squeezing him tightly.
“Nico,” I whimper, needing him to move.
“This pussy was made for me, Rosebud. It’s fucking mine. Tell me.”
“Yours, Nico. All yours. Please.”
I should be embarrassed by my reaction to him, by how quickly I turn into a submissive, needy, whiny little thing.
But that’s just it.
I’m not embarrassed by my need for him. I feel empowered by it. I feel sexy and wanton. And for the first time in my life, I feel desired.
My breasts are squashed against his chest. And I wrap my legs around him tighter. I cling to him, loving the delicious friction he’s creating between our bodies, but needing more.
His mouth licks into mine, and he’s so hot. Spicy and sweet. He doesn’t let me up for air. He just kisses me, and kisses me, his thick dick twitching inside my channel. But he’s so still. And it’s driving me mad.
I’m close. One touch, one flex of his hips, and I’ll explode.
My fingers try to hold on to his huge shoulders, but his muscles are flexing beneath my hands, slippery with water, making it impossible for me to maintain my grip.
I try to rock my hips, but he holds me still. Kisses me the whole while. But not letting me move.
“You taste like fucking cherries. And sunshine. Goddam delicious.”
I whimper. He slides his hand between us. I feel his thumb press against my swollen clit, and I moan.
It’s agonizing.
It’s amazing.
He circles it slowly, building my pleasure, but all I want is for him to move that big dick inside me. But he won’t. And I might just fucking hate him for that .
“Such a good wife. So needy for me. Come on, Wife. Tell me what you need.”
I can’t take anymore.
I never want him to stop.
“Please. Nico,” I beg.
“Please what?”
“Move. I need you to move,” I finally tell him.
“You want me to move? What do you want me to move?”
“Your thing. Your c-cock. I need you to move,” I whispered.
“I like it when you say cock, Rosebud,” he moans, licking into my mouth.
He rocks a little. It’s not enough. But it feels good. And I moan into his mouth.
“Come for me first. I need you to come for me right here, Rosebud, then I’ll move. I’ll take you to the bed and I’ll fuck you proper,” he tells me, and that does it.
“Gimme a taste of all that pleasure, Baby. Come. For. Me.”
He presses harder, accentuating every word by squeezing my tight little nubbin.
By the time he says me , I’m already coming.