Chapter 7
Seven
Nico
My pretty Becca opens up for me so sweetly. Every time.
Her slick folds soak my fingers as I work her over. Stroking, caressing, watching her face relax. Reveling in the knowledge that this is what I can do. I can’t make any wedding decisions, but I can make her stop thinking about bullshit—specifically, her Mama’s bullshit—for a few minutes.
I can let her take out her stress on me.
Becca closes her eyes and moans as I stroke one finger inside her warmth.
I know the noises we’re making cause her cheeks to blush, even after so many years together. I love that about her. Every time I get greedy and search her out, sink into her warm cunt, she’s somehow astonished. It reminds me of our first time, and it’s fucking hot as hell.
I sink in a second finger.
She gasps my name.
“That’s it. Let it out. Let it all fucking go, Becca.”
At this urging, her body moves, grinding down on my hand. Her hard little clit finds the meat of my palm, and she owns it.
She grinds. I stroke. Together, we empty her head.
“Inhale good shit, exhale bullshit,” I tell her.
This makes her mouth curve slightly, and I can’t resist leaning in for a long, slow, devouring kiss. The hottest, wettest kiss, ending with a nibble to her bottom lip.
Her head falls back suddenly as her body twitches against me, her tiny muscles pulsing everywhere I’m touching her.
That one hit hard and fast.
I murmur against her throat as she rides out her release, tears streaming down her cheeks. “This is all that matters, Rebecca Louise Wright. You and me. I’ve got you. We got this. Everything is going to be okay.”