54. Skye
SKYE
N ikola’s hand wrapped around my neck and he pulled me to him. His bare chest was hot against my own, our bodies fitting perfectly together.
I smelled his cologne, familiarity making my lungs pinch with every breath.
“ I want to tell you something, ” I signed, although I wanted nothing more than to kiss him.
“ I’ve been seeing a therapist. ” He looked at me with an anguished expression.
“ She helped me. I… I know you like kinky stuff. You said vanilla stuff isn’t your thing, and I want to give you whatever you need. So if you ? —”
“If you want to experiment, we can. If you don’t, that’s fine too. Can I? I just want you. Need you. Everything else, we’ll have the rest of our lives to figure out. Okay?”
I nodded. They were exactly the right words I wanted to hear. We would figure it all out together.
“ Then kiss me, malysh. I’m aching for you .”
“Fuck, I missed you, zayka .”
Then he kissed me. It was teeth clashing together. Hard. Messy. Desperate.
My lips parted and his tongue thrust inside, claiming me savagely. We kissed without any reservations, claiming each other. Warmth erupted in my chest and I moaned, wrapping my arms around his neck.
He tasted so good. Just the way I remembered it.
The months without him had been lonely, eating at me, but all it took was two words—I’m sorry—for us to find our way to each other again. One kiss from Nikola and it was as if it never happened.
My breasts brushed against him, molding to his chest. His heart was thundering in sync with mine, hard and fast. He was the only one who could make me feel this alive.
His mouth trailed down my throat, following the curve where my neck and shoulder met, then he sucked and nipped, and I felt it between my thighs.
I rubbed against him, needing him inside me.
As if he sensed my need, his hand yanked the nightgown from my body.
He hooked his fingers on the waistband of my panties, and in the next breath, they were shredded too, leaving me completely naked.
All I felt was his big warm hand as he traced my naked skin from my cheek down to my ribs, coming back up to cup my breast and squeeze.
He rubbed a thumb across my nipple, lifting his head and taking it between his teeth. The awareness captured my next breath, and pleasure blazed through me and straight to my core. My back arched with a steep exhale as he sucked on the sensitive flesh.
Stroking every inch of my breasts, he bent his head, taking the other nipple between his teeth. He tugged on my nipple with his teeth, using brutal force, then licked the sting of pain away. A vibration traveled from his lips to my skin and straight to my core.
His fingers fisted my strands and forced me to open my eyelids.
“Sit on my face,” he ordered.
I didn’t question his demand. I shifted, my fingers digging into his scalp and gripping his hair. In the next breath, Nikola’s mouth was on my inner thigh, kissing it and sucking on the sensitive flesh. He licked me from my entrance to my clit.
His tongue thrust inside me, and I felt his groan vibrate against me and deep in my core. I moaned, scraping my nails over his scalp, feeling the burn of his stubble against my heat, and I knew I needed more of him.
He ran a rough hand down my thighs, spreading them wide open. Then he thrust his tongue inside me. In and out. Again and again. Fisting a handful of his hair, I moved my hips as he worked me, desperate to find my release.
He sucked my clit, his hot, wet mouth setting every cell of me on fire.
The sensation twisted and curled as he drew out my release.
I let out a needy huff, grinding harder still into his mouth, trying to show him where I needed his attention.
But he ignored me, taking his sweet time licking and sucking.
He pinched a nipple and I arched into his touch.
The embers of my desire burned brighter. He continued to thrust his tongue inside my pussy. I was rocking my hips, chasing the orgasm, until I felt my muscles tighten. He nipped my clit, hard, then growled with some dark, sadistic satisfaction that I felt in the pressure of his fingers on my hips.
It was all I needed.
I squeezed my eyes shut as the pressure detonated.
My body trembled against his face as it washed over me.
It went on and on, the languid sensation pulling taut until I was nothing but a speck of dust floating in the air.
When my eyes finally fluttered open, it was to find his gaze on me with such reverence, it made my heart tremble. He kissed my inner thigh and then lifted me, his muscles bulging as he lowered me down his body, my arousal smearing over his muscled chest.
His hard length brushed against my oversensitive entrance and my skin sizzled again, an empty ache forming low in my stomach.
He pulled me to him, his mouth slamming against mine, and he groaned. He slipped his tongue in, and I could taste myself against his lips.
As he pulled my bottom lip between his teeth. I reached down, hooking my fingers on his pajama pants and pushing them down his legs, careful not to hurt his knees.
Once he was naked, I skimmed my mouth over the healing wounds of his knees. I felt him tense, but I kissed one, then the other, before trailing kisses higher. Then I took his hard length between my lips and his hips thrust up, hitting the back of my throat.
I moaned, my mouth full of him. I sucked, licked, and bobbed my head, loving the way his hips jerked up and down uncontrollably. But then, without a warning, he grabbed the nape of my neck and pulled me up.
“Straddle me again.” His demand was etched with tension and desire mirroring my own.
I did. I bit my lip as his fingers brushed against my clit, sending a shudder down my spine. Then he slid them inside me and my inner walls clenched around them, greedy for him. I was drenched, ready for him to take me.
“Will you scream my name while I fuck you?” I nodded, my mouth dry from excitement. “You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
I licked my lips. “ Yes .”
His hands circled my waist while my shaky fingers hooked around his neck, tugging on the strands at his nape.
He touched me everywhere—my breasts, my neck, my mouth—leaving pleasure in his wake. His free hand wrapped around my neck, his hold firm, not hard enough to cut off my oxygen but just enough to exhibit control.
“You’re my oxygen to breathe, Skye, but I’ll be yours too,” Nikola grunted.
I placed a shaky hand on his chest, smoothing my fingers over his abdomen and sculpted muscles.
The stormy blues of his eyes turned a shade darker as he reached between us, positioning his length against my entrance. He rubbed his fingers and his erection against my pussy, driving me insane.
“ I need you inside me, ” I mouthed, my pussy dripping with arousal.
He thrust inside me in one ruthless go. My breath hitched as my insides clenched around him.
His fingers grabbed my chin and he forced me to meet his gaze. “Eyes on me when I fuck you.”
Thrust. “This is my pussy.” Thrust. “My woman.” Thrust. “Fucking mine.” A strangled gasp spilled from my throat as my core tipped toward release.
My eyes shot wide open, clashing with his.
The most intense pleasure pooled between my legs. We lowered both our gazes, watching as his cock covered with my arousal rammed into me from below, while his hands rocked my hips.
His intensity increased with each passing second. His strength made me quiver, the rocking of his hips harder with each thrust.
The erotic friction built higher and higher. Then he hit a secret spot once, twice. My mouth opened in a wordless cry before the world tumbled.
“Fuck,” he grunted, pounding into me through my orgasm, my walls clenching his cock.
The beat of my heart jumped and raced. I panted, trying to keep up with his rhythm. His hips jerked, then his cock was twitching and twitching, releasing inside of me, and I fell on top of him, my lips brushing against his.
He kissed me, lazy and sweet, with a burning passion that demanded my all but promised me everything too.