Chapter 3
Three
Nico
“More, Nico!”
I’m in so deep already.
Becca pushes back harder, as if I can somehow give her more by sheer force of will.
As it is, I’m buried to the hilt.
I’m the luckiest man alive that I get to do this every day with my lifelong sweetheart. My best friend.
Being with her like this has always been the comforting bookends to my long, back-breaking days.
I reach around and rub one of her nipples.
This move always makes her even wetter.
“Nico!”
I push in, pull out, push in, pulling and rubbing at that nipple, driving her mad.
At the same time, I paint soft kisses over her spine and shoulder blades.
She likes the softness and the hardness together.
She likes me to play with her, to pull her out of her head and bring her back to me, to the bed, to our room, to our little cocoon. She needs reminders sometimes.
Our plan was to taper off from sex in the weeks leading up to the wedding. But this is better.
It’s better for her to let it out.
Becca looks back at me over her shoulder, all out of breath and flushed and looking even more desirable than she did before this all started tonight.
When Becca had burst through the door, kicking off her heels and unbuttoning her blazer, her bun completely having fallen out, I knew it was on.
I knew she needed to fuck away all the anxiety and frustration of the day.
I live for the moments where I’m all she needs. I stay ready for her.
“Take off your shirt,” she’d said as she tossed aside her work things and her handbag and began tugging at the zipper on the side of her skirt. “Did you shower yet? No, I don’t care…come here.”
Of course, I’d showered as soon as I got home hours ago, washing away the sweat and the reek of tar and exhaust. As if I could stand to wait five minutes for a shower. But it’s adorable that Becca wouldn’t care either way.
The way she wrenched at her skirt, I knew what she wanted right away. I’d settled her down by crouching and folding her over my shoulder, carrying her off to our room. I didn’t need the skirt to come off to do what she wanted.
I’d been waiting for this all day, ever since I opened her note.
Setting her down next to the bed, hitching up her skirt, and telling her to lie back wasn’t exactly what Becca had hinted at in the note.
But thinking about her mouth on me made me think about me tasting her, which I knew she needed more than I needed her doing any work for me.
Though she would never say it’s work.
With Becca’s skirt bunched up around her waist and her thighs perched on my shoulders, I did her favorite thing.
And judging by her screaming my name, I’d say she liked it.
I have to say, though, that something felt different about it tonight.
Her scent. Her taste. She’s more…I don’t know how to describe it. Intense. More…ripe.
I like it.
I love it, in fact. Something different about her, maybe her body wash, maybe it was something she ate—something in it made me go wild, fucking her with my tongue until she came so hard that her nails left marks on my ears.
As I hover over her now, listening to her small, desperate moans, I can still taste her on my tongue.
“Yes, Nico…”
She’s about to come again. I slow the rhythm of our slick bodies, letting go of her nipple. And then, I snake my hand around to cup her mound.
Becca lets out a hiss of pleasure as I ease my fingers lower, finding her tight little clit.
“Oh…yes…yes, Nico…don’t stop…”
“Never. Let go, sweetheart.”
My jaw is tight as I hold back, trying my damnedest to stay in sync, to make us come together.
All signs point to her coming any second now. Her breath hitches, and she stills for that desperate second before the rush. At the same time, I let the feeling wash over me. The familiar tightness, followed by the release.
Becca surrounds me, massaging me, pulling out everything, leaving me empty of all the irritation and frustration of the day.
She comes with a keening cry as her muscles flex around me. I cover her back with my chest and bury my face in her nape, growling out my release.
I wait for the moment her knees give out. My favorite part.
Because that’s when I get to catch her.