Chapter 41 Niki
Niki
Every reasonable thought about why this is stupid drips like water into the shower drain.
All day, I’ve worried about my scars and meeting my parents tomorrow in Monaco. My stomach twists with worry that Rosie will meet a man tonight and he’ll reveal how undeserving I am of her.
But now, all I see is my angel, the bare skin of her stomach igniting more filthy fantasies as she waits before pulling her top off.
“Yes, sir.”
I step out of the shower and stare at her flushed lips and brown eyes. Her eyelashes flutter. She lifts her top achingly slowly. A black bra barely contains her breasts. They’d be more than a handful and would look perfect with my dick between them.
“Don’t forget our safe word. What is it?”
“Banana hammock,” she replies instantly. The words should make me laugh, but they don’t. They give me the confidence to do what I’ve fantasised.
“Good. You use it whenever you need to. This isn’t me doing what I want without thinking about you. This is about us.”
Her cheeks pinken. “Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.”
She releases a breath that’s saturated with desire, her gaze lowering.
“Eyes on me,” I demand.
She squirms against her jeans, rubbing her thighs together, her big brown eyes returning my stare.
“Are you wet?”
“Yes,” she stutters.
“Show me. Slide your fingers into your knickers.” She follows my instructions. Her chest rises and falls as she pants. I’m the luckiest fucker in the world right now. “Give them to me.”
I silently count to five as the prospect of touch attempts to cloud the moment. The fear is there—I’m not sure it will ever go—but I need this. My body aches for her.
She shows me her glistening fingers, and I grab them and slide them into my mouth. She whimpers as I suck them, relishing her.
“You taste so good. I knew you would.”
I grab towels and lay them on the floor. “Get on your knees. I need your lips around my dick.”
She kneels and looks up at me like I’m the most powerful being she’s ever met. I force down the anxiety I’ve carried all day. Right now, this exceptional woman is on her knees and wants to please me, and I can do this. I need this.
“Open your mouth, angel.”
She obeys. My eyes skim her long throat, the flush of her breasts, and curves that have left me hard for weeks.
“You’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
“But—”
I shake my head. “Don’t you dare disagree. If you saw what I see, you wouldn’t argue. Knowing you’re needy for my cock makes you even more beautiful.”
Her eyelashes flutter, and she swallows. I track the movement of her throat. “I’m going to fuck your mouth now. Hold your hand up if you need me to stop. I won’t be too rough, but I’ve wanted this from the moment I saw you outside the bar in Greece.”
She holds her hand up already. “Be a little rough, Niki. Please.”
My dick hurts from how hard it is at those words from her perfect lips. “Yes, baby.”
I push my dick into her mouth and groan so fucking loudly.
I should be scared that she’s touching me intimately, but I’m not.
Her hot, wet mouth is glorious. I was so scared of getting ill I didn’t realise how much I’ve missed this.
I’m overwhelmed with desperation, and it’s not because it’s any woman. It’s because it’s her.
My fingers slide into her soft brown hair, and I grip it gently. “I want your hands on me, Rosie.”
She grips my arse, and I sink deeper. I’m big, and I’m careful, but her eyes widen, and her nails dig into my butt as I ease back and push deeper into the wet heat covering my dick.
I stare at my chain against her skin, her breasts lifting and dropping as she sucks me.
My senses are fired, and all the smells, views, and touches seek to overwhelm my anxiety.
But having her submit to my care and pleasure helps more than I believed possible.
I fist her hair gently, needing a moment to steady myself. It’s been so long since I’ve had this, but then I catch her wide eyes glittering as she takes me, and I slide deeper.
“Breathe through your nose,” I say. I don’t know her experience, but I want her to be safe.
She pulls me against her so I hit the back of her throat, her moans vibrating my cock.
“Careful,” I murmur, but she swallows as if to silence me.
I stare down at her. “I’ve imagined this moment, but this is a thousand times better. Please say you want this as much as I do,” I beg between strangled gasps.
She nods, and tension leaves my chest with a breath.