Chapter 20 Nico
NICO
Este slips from tense to pliant the second I touch her.
Pressing my nose to hers, I breathe her in. “Promise me you’ll tell me to stop if it gets too much or if you get overwhelmed, baby.”
“I promise,” she whispers against my lips. “But I trust you.”
I’m not sure whether I should be honored at the level of trust she has for me, or concerned at how ready she is to shut her brain off after whatever happened in her therapy session today. But I get it.
I carry her to the stairs, taking them two at a time.
We could do this on the couch, but I’m hoping she might switch off enough to take a nap after I’m done with her.
I’d prefer to cuddle her in bed while she talks it out and then reward her with the lack of control she craves so much, but I know this is what she needs right now.
And after seeing the blank look on her face when she first came downstairs, the deep shadows in her eyes, how can I not give her what she needs?
I won’t begrudge her a break from her thoughts, as long as she talks it out with me later.
Admittedly, I need this, too. I need to be close to her.
I’ve spent the past hour going out of my mind.
Her therapy session always ends at the same time, and this is the first Monday she hasn’t come down right after.
I didn’t think she’d appreciate me storming upstairs like an overprotective asshole to check on her, but I was tempted.
I open my bedroom door with my knee and carry her to the bed.
This room has seen me more in the past few weeks than it has since I moved in.
When I first set up my room, I tried to make it cozy and inviting.
The bed is huge, because I thought if I had somewhere nest-like to sink into after a long day, I might actually do so.
In reality, it always felt too big. It’s too big even for Este and me, but I hold her close enough that I don’t usually notice.
She whimpers as I lay her down, an island in a sea of the mussed-up blankets we left behind this morning.
“Up,” I command, pulling her sweatshirt and tank off when she sits up.
I duck my head, my lips skating over her skin, laving my tongue over her nipples until she falls back against the bed.
She cries out as I drag my tongue down her torso, circling her navel, then flicking the tip in her belly button.
Her back bows off the bed, and I flip her onto her stomach.
Este extends her arms, grasping the bedding like a lifeline.
I tug her shorts over her ass, and she lifts her hips for me so I can slide them off.
She’s beyond my wildest dreams, lying still in nothing but her underwear.
All mine. All of this for me. I’ve never done anything to deserve her, and I’m not going to waste a second of our time together. What a goddamn privilege.
I shed my clothes, watching the steady rise and fall of her back.
Her breath hitches when I lean over her, running my finger down her spine, eliciting a shiver.
Her skin is burning as I press my palms into her shoulders, but Este sighs happily, so my fingers must not be too cold.
I rub her down, warming her muscles up and massaging the knots away.
“Is that good, baby?” I ask as I press my thumbs into her thigh, and she gasps.
“So good.”
I set her leg down and kneel at the foot of the bed, asking her to look at me. She peers over her shoulders, her eyelids heavy and her cheeks scarlet.
“How do you want me? Soft and gentle, or rough, angel?”
“Whatever you want to do to me, Daddy,” she pants, which is exactly the answer I expected.
But I saw the way her mouth parted when I said “rough.” She may want to switch her mind off and not make decisions, but her body is loud about what it wants.
Or maybe I just know her well enough to read all her subtleties.
“Whatever I want to do to you, huh?” I muse, drumming my fingers against the back of her knee where I know she’s ticklish. “There’s a lot I want to do to you.”
With no warning, I close my fingers around her ankles and tug her down the bed until her legs are hanging off the end and her pussy is mere inches from me. I part her thighs and push her underwear aside, baring her to me, and Este whimpers. She’s soaked.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, before doing just that.
Now it’s my turn to groan. I don’t think I could ever tire of the taste of her.
She’s addictive. I relish in every gasp that spills from her lips, every cry that crawls up her throat.
“God, angel. You taste better every time. How is that possible?”
I understand the appeal of losing your mind completely to pleasure, though Este does the opposite of shutting me down; she wakes me up.
I devour her, holding her thighs while she thrashes in the covers, her pants turning to cries, turning to screaming pleas as she comes all over my face like a goddamn dream.
She’s fisted the covers so hard they’re half off the bed, and I can see one corner of the fitted sheet has popped off. I kiss my way up her body, alternating between her left leg and right as I stand, and Este whimpers every time my lips brush her skin.
I’m not certain she could move on her own, and she seems perfectly content to let me lift and position her like a doll. “Whatever you want, Daddy.” She’s put herself entirely at my mercy.
I lift her hips so she’s on her knees and round the bed. Este licks her lips as I fist my cock toward her mouth.
“You going to get it nice and wet for Daddy, angel?”
Este whimpers, nodding and immediately crawling forward to take me in her mouth. I hold on to her hair as she works me to the back of her throat, then pulls back and rubs her tongue all over me. Fuck. She’s so eager, it’s unreal.
And I’m going to lose it before I’m inside her if she keeps it up.
I place a finger below her chin and tilt her face up to mine. Her cheeks are so red that her freckles and scar are more pronounced. I trace my finger down her scar, along the freckled bridge of her nose, and over her lips.
“Spit on it, baby.”
Somehow, her eyes get darker. She draws in a shaky breath, then leans close to my cock and spits. She doesn’t move away, watching as I rub it over my cock.
“Good girl,” I murmur, bending to kiss her forehead before walking back around the bed. She may want me to fuck her hard and rough, and god, I will, but I like being gentle with her equally as much.
She looks over her shoulder at me as I settle behind her, arching her back and moving when I grab her ass.
I squeeze then smack it lightly before I pull her underwear down.
Down, but not off. I leave it halfway down her thighs, essentially holding her legs together as I fist my cock and run it over her pussy.
I place a hand flat between her shoulder blades and gently push her down, sinking inside her with a guttural groan. Este instantly tightens around me, crying out my name. I smack her ass, and immediately she corrects herself.
“Daddy,” she cries, and it takes everything in me not to come just like that. I haven’t even moved yet, but she feels so fucking good clenching around my cock.
I push into her, once, twice, three times, each thrust harder than the last. At a glance, I would’ve called Este completely relaxed, but I watch tension I could never have spotted dissolve from her body as I fuck her harder. It’s the reassurance I need.
I slide in deeper as I lean over her and bring her arm around, holding it like a handle behind her back.
“Fuck,” she sobs against the bed. “It’s so good. So much.”
“Too much?” I check, but she shakes her head.
“Perfect,” she answers, her voice nothing but a breath.
“Of course it’s not too much,” I murmur, rubbing my free hand over her back. “You were made for this, weren’t you, angel? You can handle everything Daddy has for you.”
She hisses a “yes” that turns into a moan as I speed up, my own vision blurring. Este turns her head, so her cheek is pressed against the bed, and closes her eyes. Her face is slack, her body completely relaxed into me.
The moans that spill from her are softer, slower, the harder and faster I am. Her legs held together by her underwear, her arm held in my firm grasp, she’s given herself wholly over to me. She’s completely mine. For now.
Shit. I can’t think about those two words right now.
I wind my free arm around her, finding her clit and barely brushing my finger over it. I know how sensitive she must be, and I don’t want to hurt her. But my featherlight touch is enough to tip her off the precipice, and she pulls me right down with her.
She squeezes my cock so fucking tight as she comes that my vision goes black for a second, my orgasm spiraling from zero to a million in one second flat. I practically fall on top of her, clinging to her arm for dear life as we both soar.
The last thing I want to do is pull out of her, but I’m worried I’m going to crush her if I don’t. And sure enough, when I finally stand and release Este’s arm, she all but collapses to the bed with a whispered, “Fuck.”
She rolls onto her back, her eyes closed, but there’s a happy, blissed-out smile on her face that makes my heart pound so loudly, I swear I can hear it.
I did that. I made her smile like that.
It’s been a long time since I’ve had the opportunity to make anyone smile, but I don’t think, in forty-seven years, I’ve ever made someone look as content as Este does as she opens her eyes and reaches for me.
“This is the part where we cuddle.”
I chuckle, still a little out of breath. “In a second, angel.” I grab the box of Kleenex from my nightstand so I can clean her up, then frown at the state of the bed. There’s no way either of us is napping in here until I remake it.
Instead, I pick Este up bridal-style, and she immediately nestles into my chest. “Where are we going?”
“Your room, so we can nap without making the bed.”
She hums her approval. “Who’d have thought we’d not only be sleeping through the night but also choosing to nap?” she says as I kick open her bedroom door and lay her on the bed. We both climb under the covers, and I pull her into me, breathing in the sweet scent of her shampoo.
She’s come a long way since she got here. We both have.
I don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when the road clears, but it’s getting warmer every day, and my time holding her as she falls asleep is slipping through my fingers faster than I’d like.