Chapter Twenty-Three-Anna
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE-ANNA
D inner was sublime.
We started with tri-color salad and fried calamari. Then, we both had the lobster raviolo in a light cream sauce, followed by a rack of lamb and steamed broccolini.
Everything was delicious. Dessert, though. That was the best.
Nico spoon fed me blood-orange sorbet and I could have cried at how romantic it all was. He moved our chairs close, so close I felt his body pressed into my side.
The suit he wore fit him like a second skin expertly tailored to his muscular frame. I love the way his white silk shirt contrasted with his tattoos .
The thick multi-colored ink is so damn sexy, I can’t get enough of it. Of him.
I thought I might fall asleep in the car on the way home, but I don’t.
I’m sitting up in bed, wearing a tiny slip of a nightgown. It’s a shimmery nude material that really leaves nothing to the imagination.
Maybe that’s why I am wearing it and nothing else.
I leave off my panties and squirm on top of the bed, biting my lip as I wait for my husband.
I have the blankets turned down, and even though the AC is on full blast I feel overheated.
Nico said he was going to get a glass of water, but it’s been a few minutes. I wonder if he got sidetracked by something.
Maybe the bar fight with Luc?
I frown, about to get up when the door to our bedroom opens and Nico strolls in.
Holy. Fuck.
I am really glad I’m still sitting for this.
Nico’s eyes are glued to mine. The bright blue is electric and blazing with need. And I tremble.
That look is for me.
His need.
His desire .
That hungry look in his eyes.
It’s all for me.
I feel my body respond.
Moisture pools between my legs, my nipples pebble as my breasts swell, and an aching sort of pang twists inside me.
Nico comes to stand at the foot of the bed. He is wearing nothing at all. And I am captivated.
My gaze rakes over him from head to foot. My husband is a gorgeous specimen of man. He’s so, so big .
Everywhere. He is just huge. His body is corded in thick ropes of muscle. His tattooed skin is on full display, and I already have so many of the designs memorized.
But I want to know them all. I want to trace them with my fingers and my tongue.
“You look fucking perfect in my bed, Wife.”
Heat flares inside me. I love it when he calls me Wife .
Like he’s proud of me. Proud to call me his.
I want him to be, I realize. I crave it. His approval. His desire. It’s better than chocolate.
He has an ice bucket in his big, inked up hands and his lips tilt up in a wicked grin .
“You said you were hot in the car. I came to cool you off, Rosebud.”
Excitement rushes through my veins like water through a newly broken dam.
“I do feel really hot,” I whisper.
Holy. Shit.
Nico looks like some kind of ancient warrior, or a demigod. His entire body bristles with energy and muted strength.
I wish I could be strong like him.
He lifts an ice cube in one hand, taking my foot off the bed with the other. His stunning blue eyes find mine, and he slides the cold little block up my leg, starting at my ankle.
I gasp at the chill tingling along my skin.
Then I moan at the heat filling me because of it.
He hums deep in his chest. It’s a sound I like. One of approval.
Nico sets the bucket down. But I can see another ice cube in his hand. He takes that one, kneeling between my legs, and he rubs it up my other leg.
“So hot. Aren’t you, Little Mama?”
“Yes, Nico,” I whimper.
He’s teasing my inner thighs with cold fingertips, and I wonder if both ice cubes are already melted .
“Are you hot here?” he asks, and he coasts his icy fingers over my pussy.
“Oh God,” I moan, lifting my hips, but he pulls back.
“Not God, Rosebud. Who am I?”
“Nico. You’re my Nico.”
“That’s right. I’m yours.”
He reaches down and comes up with another ice cube. This time, he puts it in his mouth, his eyes twinkling with mischief.
I want to beg him to touch me. But I don’t have to.
He’s already bending down, his gigantic hands wrap around my thighs, pressing me open, then I feel it. The ice cube in his mouth. He slides it up and down my slit with his tongue, teasing my clit, dragging it down to my asshole.
Then he growls.
Like a beast. Nico is between my thighs, and he literally rumbles with his mouth on my pussy.
And it’s like, it’s so good.
I’m so close to coming. His fingers spear my sex. And I feel something else. His pinky maybe? And it’s teasing my puckered hole.
I never had anyone inside my ass before. But suddenly, I’m curious .
I want Nico there.
As if he can read my mind, I feel something small and cold. It's pressing against me there.
Then it’s inside and I yell his name. It’s too much. It’s not enough.
It’s sensory overload.
My hands are searching for purchase in his short hair, but I can’t find any, so I just grab his ears while he sucks on my clit.
His pinky is inside me now, pushing in where the ice cube lubed the way. And it feels strange, but good.
His other fingers are working inside of me, and one orgasm turns into two.