10. MILA
10
MILA
I s it possible for your body to physically melt after such an intense orgasm? Because I’m almost positive that’s exactly what’s happening to me right now.
“Holy fucking shit, Nick,” I breathe, barely able to catch my breath as he straightens to his full height, and even with me sitting up on the kitchen counter, he still towers over me.
He’s such a man. So beautifully sculptured. It’s impossible not to be so immensely attracted to him. Just the sight of his body is enough to send me into a tailspin.
He places his hands on either side of my thighs, just like he did when he first put me here, only this time, I’m the one falling apart, and I drop my head against his chest, barely able to keep myself upright.
“Are you okay?” he murmurs, lifting a hand to my back and slowly trailing it up and down.
“Yeah, I just need a minute,” I tell him. “That was more than I expected. I mean, shit, Nick. Is it possible to die by orgasm? I’ve never felt anything so . . . intense before. I thought I was actually going to crumble.”
“My bad,” he says with a proud smirk. “I had to outdo last year’s performance.”
I roll my eyes. “Last year’s performance was already incredible. I didn’t think it was possible to outdo it, but I suppose it’s part of your job description to make the impossible happen.”
Nick winks. “Jolly old Saint Nick at your service, ma’am.”
I can’t help but laugh. “I thought you said Saint Nicholas is what your dad prefers to go by.”
“Yeah, I did,” he says with an awkward cringe, the laughter quickly fading out of his tone. “It felt wrong the second it came out of my mouth.”
I shake my head, falling more and more in love with this man by the second, and fuck, I’m glad it’s him. With every word out of his mouth, I get to know the real him better, and I absolutely adore the man I’m getting to know.
“Come on,” he says a moment later, scooping his strong arms beneath my thighs and lifting me off the counter. He starts to make his way to the living room when I suck in a gasp and look back toward the kitchen.
“Wait. The list. I have to mark some things off.”
Nick chuckles to himself and performs a U-turn back to the kitchen. I almost tumble right out of his arms as I dive for the pen and paper, and the moment I’m securely back in his embrace, I glance down the list again.
“I think it’s safe to say that both February and December are deserving of being marked off,” I say as he lowers us onto my couch, and I immediately shift around to get comfortable before ending up straddled over his lap.
I get to work ticking off boxes.
February - Head over to the kitchen counter and give the walls something to talk about! (More specifically, fuck her with my tongue.) Spread her creamy thighs and go to town with my mouth. Show her how fucking great it can be.
December - Lay her down and tear her lingerie off with my teeth.
“Oh, and just so you know,” I say, glancing up with burning cheeks. “Tearing my underwear off with your teeth is going on next year’s wish list too. And the year after that. Actually, let’s put it down for the next ten years and then we’ll revisit it.”
Nick’s touch is feather light as he palms my waist, and it’s hard to believe that his strong, capable hands can be this gentle. It’s as though I’m the most precious gemstone in the world, and he’s terrified of breaking me.
“Next ten years, huh?”
“And more,” I say, all too confidently. “Assuming you don’t get bored of me and go find some other girl to spend your Christmas Eves with.”
Nick scoffs. “I don’t think you understand that when I say I’ve loved you since I was eight years old, just how infatuated I’ve been. No other woman has ever held my attention. It’s only ever been you. I spend every year waiting to see you again, and then when I’m finally with you, I spend the whole time dreading saying goodbye. There will never be any other girl for me. Even if you decide to eventually move on and start a family with some other guy, I’ll still be here, hoping like hell that you’ll still let me see you every Christmas, even if it’s just to sit in your room and watch you sleep like I used to.”
My heart swells in my chest as an incredible warmth spreads through me. “I don’t think I could ever be with anyone else after this. Even during those long, lonely months, I couldn’t take my mind off you. I just don’t understand it. How can I feel so strongly about a man I’ve only met once?”
“When your soul finds its person, it knows,” he tells me. “You’re my person, Mila. There’s no point even trying with someone else when I’ve known it’s been you since I was a kid.”
“Why didn’t you ever wake me up? For twenty years you just sat in my room and watched me sleep. Why didn’t you ever introduce yourself? We could have had years together.”
He shakes his head. “I couldn’t. I wasn’t going to wake you up and demand that you love me. I needed you to come to me. I needed you to feel it first, and the moment you did, I wasn’t holding back.”
Taking his shoulder, I push up onto my knees before leaning in and kissing him once again. “Thank you,” I murmur against his full lips, appreciating him giving me the time I needed over the years. “I don’t know what this is or how we’re supposed to navigate it, but it’s more than I could ever ask for. I just . . . I have one question.”
“What’s that?”
“Is this all in my head? Are you only here ticking off all these wishes because I wished for it? I mean, what if I never wished for you to touch me?”
A smile pulls at the corners of his lips, and the way his eyes light up has my heart in overspeed. “Trust me, Mila. I’ve never really been one to follow the rules. I would have figured out a way to have you. This is as real as it gets, and I’m not about to let you go.”
My eyes fill with tears of happiness, and I quickly blink them away, embarrassed about just how emotional I’m getting with all of this. Though it’s not like he can blame me. It’s the best night of my life, after all. And with that, I discreetly grab the wish list and tick off April’s wish, more than satisfied with how he’s made my heart come alive.
April - Make her feel something. Can be creative with this. And no, she doesn’t mean with my cock. She wants her heart to come alive.
Putting the list down beside me, I decide to take this into my own hands. “So, May’s wish?”
He arches a brow. “The bright red mold of my dick?” I grin, and he continues. “Now, why would such an innocent thing like yourself need one of those?”
“Don’t tell me you didn’t do it.”
Nick laughs and takes my waist, lifting me off him before getting to his feet and making his way over to the living room window where a massive, bright red dildo rests on the window frame. I don’t know how the hell I missed it, but fuck, there it is, and it’s absolutely beautiful.
“You don’t want to know the kind of hell I went through to get this,” he tells me, taking it off the window frame and making his way back to me. “Making a mold of your cock is a shitload harder than it ought to be, especially when you have your mother knocking on the door and wondering why you’re not answering.”
A laugh bursts from my chest. “Tell me you’re lying?”
“I really wish I could, but don’t worry. The thought of watching you use it got me through it.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, trying not to imagine the way he would have had to stick his cock into a tube filled with molding clay. “And just how often have you pictured me using it?”
“Only every single moment of every single day since you first mentioned it in May.”
He sits down on the couch beside me, and my self-control flies out the window as I snatch the bright red dildo out of his hands. “Wow,” I say, looking over it as closely as possible. “It’s exactly the same, and you even got the veins in there.”
“I wouldn’t want to disappoint you, now would I?”
“Oh no. Believe me, disappointing me would usually result in you being edged in the same way you just did to me, only you wouldn’t get the happy ending like I did.”
“Damn. That’s brutal.”
“Uh-huh,” I agree. “But you have been more than pleasing so far, so I assume maybe you might get what you’ve been wanting after all.”
His brow arches again. “Oh yeah?”
My tongue rolls over my bottom lip as excitement drums through me, and I hastily get to my feet before taking the two quick steps to my coffee table and slamming the red dildo down right in the center. I’ll have to remember to thank him for remembering to make it with a suction cup on the bottom. That’s going to be extremely useful.
Nick watches me with a blazing stare. “And what exactly do you plan on doing with that?”
A stupid grin stretches across my face as I slowly begin to circle the coffee table. “Why don’t you let me worry about that? You just sit back and relax, maybe you’ll get a chance to show me how you work yourself after all.”
And with that, I climb onto the coffee table before positioning myself over the red mold of Nick’s dick and slowly begin to sink down onto it. He slowly sucks in a breath as the cool silicone begins to stretch me, and I sink the whole way down, groaning with how full I am.
“Holy fuck,” I murmur under my breath before slowly rising up on my knees again and loving the way Nick has become completely mesmerized by the way I ride the replica of him. My fingers join the party, rolling over my clit, and when Nick leans back on my couch and slips his hand inside his pants, fisting his massive cock, I almost come apart.
I put on a show, letting him see just how well I ride his replica, giving him the best possible view. The way he can’t tear his eyes off me is too much. He makes me come alive and makes my skin dance with goosebumps.
“Fuck, baby. You’re so damn gorgeous when you ride me like that.”
All I can do is smile as I tilt my head back, letting him see even more of me. “Show me how you work yourself,” I breathe, my eyes locked on him just as surely as his are locked on me.
Nick doesn’t hesitate to free his cock from the confines of his pants, and he shows me exactly how he likes to stroke himself. Slowly moving up and down his impressive length before circling his tip. He’s rock-hard, and the more I bounce up and down on his replica, the angrier his cock seems to get.
He groans, so close to the edge, but he clearly needs more. My tongue swipes across my bottom lip. “Come here,” I tell him, and within seconds, he’s on his feet, moving toward me.
His cock stares me right in the face, and hunger fills me as Nick brushes my hair back over my shoulder, bunching it into his fist. With my free hand, I wrap my fingers around the base of his cock, guiding it into my mouth.
I open wide, taking him right down the back of my throat as I continue riding his replica cock. It’s too much, but I absolutely love it.
“Mmmm, just like that, baby,” he groans, his tone so fucking deep that my pussy clenches around the red dildo. “Show me how deep you can take me.”
I push him further into the back of my throat, and each time I come back, I tease him with my tongue, rolling it over his tip as I suck hard. With one hand, I pump up and down his massive length, and with the other, my fingers circle my clit.
Nick tightens his hold in my hair, and I move a little faster, bouncing up and down on the dildo as I suck him harder. Tears spring to my eyes as I push past my gag-reflex, but I ignore it, desperate to show him just how far I’m willing to go for him. Whatever he’s willing to give, I’m willing to take.
“Fuck, Mila,” he growls through a clenched jaw.
I grin against his cock as a pleasure-filled moan rips through my chest. I’m so close to the edge. My fingers keep working, rolling tight circles over my clit, and I sink down even lower on Nick’s replica, taking it so deep, I can almost feel him in my stomach.
My walls begin to shake, and I clench my pussy, the desperation just about ready to claim me, but I don’t dare stop, pushing myself to my limits. Nick pulls himself free from my mouth and comes, shooting his hot load all over my throat and tits.
Heat booms through me. I didn’t expect that, but I loved it, and with his cum all over me, I finally let myself relax, my orgasm exploding from within me. “Oh shit,” I groan, grinding down on the cock as my walls begin to spasm.
I bring myself to a stop, trying to catch my breath, but Nick simply shakes his head. “Oh, baby. It’s sweet you think you’re done,” he says, whipping me around on the coffee table and bending me over, the replica cock still buried deep inside of me.
“I’m going to take your sweet ass, Mila. Just like you asked.”
I suck in a gasp. I was hoping for this, but I didn’t really know how to approach it.
“Tell me, baby. Did you prepare yourself for this just like you said you would?”
I swallow over the lump in my throat and nod as I glance back over my shoulder. With my cum-covered tits flat against the coffee table, I lift my ass high in the air for the taking as his replica cock still stretches my pussy wide.
He simply stares at me, shaking his head as if in disbelief about what he sees, and I can only imagine what I look like to him right now. “Take me, Nick. I’m all yours, just be gentle with me.”
“Always,” he grumbles, fisting his cock with one hand before using his other to tease me. His fingers dance through my wetness, mixing with the mess of cum leaking between me and the replica cock, and with every swipe of his fingers, my body jolts.
I’m so fucking sensitive right now, but I love it. Anything could set me off, and when Nick presses his wet fingers to my ass, I realize this is going to be a quick one.
He quickly gets me ready, teasing my ass as I push back against his fingers, desperate to take more. I don’t stop watching him, my eyes glued to the way he slowly strokes himself, not letting himself get too carried away. But let’s be honest, we’re both already on the edge.
I grind down against the silicon cock, every slight movement driving me wild, and when he finally pushes his fingers inside and begins to stretch me, my eyes roll. “Oh shit, Nick.”
“That okay?”
“I need more. I need you.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Please.”
“Mmmm, that’s my good girl,” he says, adjusting himself right behind me before lifting my hips and forcing the silicone cock to fall out of me. He slides into my pussy, his cock mixing with the mess of cum, and when he pulls out, he lets me lower back down onto the silicone cock..
I feel his tip right at my ass, and a thrill of excitement booms through me. I’ve never been so forward with what I want, but why the hell not? I thought we might go down this path tonight, but never in a million years did I think we’d do it with me already riding his replica. I’m already so stretched, but something tells me I haven’t seen anything yet.
He begins to push inside of me, and I suck in a gasp, feeling as I begin to stretch, and I do my best to relax around his size. Don’t get me wrong, I purposefully got the biggest dildo I could find to practice and prepare myself for tonight, but it’s got nothing on him.
I’m ready though.
He takes me inch by inch, taking his time. “Rub your clit, Mila. It’ll help you relax around me.”
I do as he asks, slipping my hand between my legs and gently rolling my fingers over my clit. Pulling in a few deep, calming breaths, I let myself relax around him until the burn begins to feel almost welcoming.
Holy shit.
This is good.
“Okay,” I finally say, getting a little too confident and slowly moving up and down the dildo at the same time. “I can take more.”
“I know you can.”
He pushes deeper into me until I feel him finally bottoming out, and when he sucks in a breath, I know I’ve got him right where I want him. “Fuck me, Nick,” I beg him. “Claim all of me. Let me be a whore for you.”
His fingers dig into my hips, and I welcome the burn. When he shifts his hips, my eyes roll to the back of my head. “Holy fucking shit.”
“You’ve got that right,” he mutters through a clenched jaw.
My fingers keep rolling over my clit to help my muscles stay relaxed, and when he really starts to move, I realize what I’ve been missing out on all these years. I’ve never felt so full in my life. His movements are enough to rock me back and forth, my body making short pulses over the dildo. Every nerve ending comes alive. I’ve never experienced so much pleasure all at once, and I don’t know what to do with it.
He moves back and forth, being gentle while also taking me deep. It sets my body on fire in the best way. “Oh God, Nick. Yes,” I groan, my free hand clutching the side of the coffee table so tight that my knuckles turn white. “Don’t stop.”
He reaches over me and twists my hair into his hand again, pulling back against my hair and forcing me to arch my back. My cum-covered tits lift off the coffee table, and I cry out with the sweetest pleasure. The angle I take both him and the dildo shifts, and I’m launched into a whole new world of ecstasy.
“Shit. Nick, I . . . I can’t. I’m going to come.”
“Give it to me, Mila. Squeeze me. Show me how you come for me.”
“Fuck.”
He slams into me one more time, and my hips jolt, grinding me down over the dildo and massaging my walls from within, and as my fingers roll over my needy clit, I can’t hold onto it a second longer. My world detonates, and I crumble into a million tiny pieces as my orgasm rocks through me, taking me on the sweetest high.
“Oh fuck, yes,” I cry out.
Nick comes with me, both of us shattering as we come for the millionth time tonight. Hell, I’ve lost count of the number of times he’s enticed a soul-shattering orgasm out of me and made the world shake beneath my feet.
Taking pity on my poor body, Nick doesn’t drag this one out, instead, he comes to a stop, giving me instant relief as we both crumble. He slowly pulls back, and the moment he’s free I let out a breath as my body fully relaxes, despite the red replica being as deep as humanly possible.
My face rests against the coffee table, and at this point, I’m too exhausted to even care about the cum now squished between me and the table. It’ll start getting overly sticky soon, and when that happens, I can guarantee that I’m not going to want to be here. I just don’t have enough energy to care right now.
“You okay?” Nick asks, his fingers trailing along my spine.
“Uh-huh,” is all I can manage to say.
“Come on,” he laughs. “Let me shower you and then we’ll see about ticking a few more things off your wish list.” And with that, he scoops me up, leaving the dildo suction cupped to the coffee table, gently swaying back and forth.