CHAPTER 71
NINA MARCHESI
I slide my tongue along his length and he groans, still half asleep. I brush the tip of my nose against his hard cock and lick from the base to the head again before taking him fully into my mouth.
“Fuck, if this is a dream, I don’t want to wake up,” he says, opening his eyes—and kneeling on the mattress, fitted between his legs, I look at him and take his cock all the way down my throat before swallowing. “Ah, Little Fae,” he groans, urging me on.
I circle the head of his cock with my tongue, seal my lips around the sensitive tip, and move up and down with pressure.
Nero groans softly, his fingers threading into my hair and tugging at the roots, letting me fully control the pace.
I torture him with long, deep sucks along his shaft and slow licks over his balls before fucking his cock with my lips—taking him all the way in just to slide back up and do it all over again.
He comes in my mouth—something he didn’t get to do last night—and I swallow everything, satisfied, before crawling up over his body and lying on top of him. Nero tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear and brushes his thumb over my cheek.
“I missed those good mornings of yours so fucking much, love,” he says, making me laugh, and then he kisses me.
I sigh, happy, still languid and feeling my pussy sore from the night before.
Nero rolls us over, ending up on top of me.
“I want it too,” he says, scattering kisses over my neck, my collarbone, moving down my chest until he reaches my breast and licks it.
His lips suck my nipple, hardening it instantly, making me moan and grind against the mattress.
“We fucked without a condom again, Little Fae,” he reminds me. “Think we might get a girl this time?”
“We’re not getting anything. I’ve been on birth control for years,” I answer, and he clicks his tongue.
“Shame…”
Nero slides one hand between my legs and pushes two fingers inside me at once, testing my wetness and liking what he finds. He curls his fingers and drags them out, stealing my rationality for a second.
“Nero…” I whimper, and he leaves my breast to click his tongue.
“You said I could play my games after I fucked you, love,” he reminds me of the promise he made before we collapsed exhausted into bed after hours of worship.
“But that’s not a game, that’s torture,” I complain, and he chuckles low.
“I haven’t even started yet,” he warns, thrusting his fingers into me again, hard, making me gasp.
Knock. Knock. Knock.
The pounding on the door startles us instantly and we stare at each other wide-eyed.
“Daddy! Daddy!” Kael calls, his voice tight with panic, and bangs on the door again. “Mommy disappeared! She’s not in her room!”
“Uh…” Nero starts, then stops, not knowing what to say.
Say I’m downstairs, I mouth silently. And tell him to wait for you before going down. Nero frowns but doesn’t argue.
“Your mom must’ve gone downstairs, son. Wait a second. Daddy will take you to her,” he answers, already getting off me, and I jump out of bed, throwing my clothes on and cursing having to put on the ruined panties—even if only for a few minutes.
Tell him you need to make his bed first, I keep mouthing, thanking God Nero is good at reading lips.
I hide in the bathroom just in case while Nero opens the bedroom door and leaves. I wait a full minute before slipping down the stairs and reaching the kitchen. When Nero appears with Kael in his arms, I’m the perfect mother making pancakes.
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“Did he fall asleep?” I ask, finishing washing the dinner dishes.
“He did,” Nero answers, joining me in the kitchen. He looks at me strangely before averting his eyes. “Can I touch you now?” he asks, and my mouth forms a silent oh.
“So that’s what this is,” I state.
After what happened this morning, I kept the usual boundaries between Nero and me in front of Kael. I don’t think that’s what he expected.
“What did we do last night, Little Fae?” he asks, wrapping his arms around my waist, and I raise an eyebrow at him.
“I thought I’d only need to have this conversation with a man many years from now,” I tease.
“I’m serious,” he says, burying his nose in my neck. “I’m not demanding anything. I just… I’m trying to understand. When you said you didn’t want to waste time anymore, I assumed you wanted everything—not just sex.”
“I want everything,” I answer, pressing my palm to his cheek and kissing his chin.
“Then why the act this morning? Why run from me every time I tried to touch you?”
“Did you really want Kael to find us naked in your bed?”
“No—but there were other ways to handle it than pretending you’d never been in our bed.” There it is—the our again. I’ve learned to love hearing him say it. I sigh.
“You’re right,” I admit. “I panicked. I wasn’t expecting to live a situation like that so soon. I’m sorry. We could’ve handled it differently. But I don’t think we should turn Kael’s world—one that just stabilized—upside down again. I want to do this calmly, Nero.”
“Do what? Us?” I laugh.
“I think we’re already a bit past taking it slow, don’t you? A kid, five years, all the drama…” I list the events, joking about them in a way I never thought I could.
“Very funny,” Nero grumbles, and I laugh harder.
“I mean how we approach this with Kael. I think we need to be careful. Not stall forever—just not do it abruptly.”
“So between us—”
“Without wasting more time,” I interrupt, reassuring him.
“Without wasting more time,” he repeats. “I want to ask something.”
“Something serious, apparently.”
“Yes. Something serious.”
“Can we do it in bed?” I ask, rubbing against him.
“Love, I don’t think I’ll be able to have a serious, real conversation with you in a bed for the next few years. So it’s better we stay exactly where we are,” he says, and I laugh.
“Fine. Go on.”
“I want to register Kael. Add my name to his birth certificate.”
I smile immediately.
“Why do you think you need to ask me to do that?”
“Because I want to do it in Khione.”