29. Nick
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
NICK
Iwatch as Izzy’s eyes flash at my request, but truthfully, this is as much for me as it is for her. My mouth waters, watching my essence mixed with hers coating her inner thighs. I need to taste us.
She needs to taste us.
With a gentle flush of her cheeks, she scoots to the edge and spreads her legs.
My thoughts evaporate like water on a hot sidewalk as I fall to my knees on the cold tile before her. My thumbs spread her open to my hungry gaze.
I wait a beat. Listen to the hammering of her heart, watch goosebumps lift on her skin with each passing second.
“Nick,” she whispers, squirming where she sits.
With that, I descend. Licking a big stripe up the center of her delicious cunt, a feral growl tears itself from my body.
It’s one thing to taste her, but another entirely to taste us. I suck and lick and eat as if I’m at a Michelin-star restaurant.
I vaguely register her small hands tangling in my hair as her thighs tighten around me. The air thickens, but if I’m going to suffocate, then this is where I want to be.
Between this woman’s legs, I’m no longer the man who lost his entire family, who pushed away everyone who cared about him for months, who only has his business to keep him warm at night. No longer lonely.
With Izzy, I’m a man with a real future. I can see us together in this house for the next fifty years, Goddess willing. Kids, pets, game nights, movie nights, nights where she and I fuck on every single surface.
A real life.
My cock bobs hard and ready between my legs as Izzy’s moans get higher and rougher, as she careens toward a climax I need to have on my tongue.
“I’m so close,” she whimpers, barely audible over the clamping hold she has on my ears.
I double my efforts regardless. Hold on tight to her wide hips so she can’t wiggle away. If I could speak, I would tell her how good she is, how I want her to ride my face and take exactly what she needs from me.
With a soul-healing cry, Izzy shatters above me. Her taste floods my tongue as I greedily devour it. Cinnamon, vanilla, and clove mixed with my earthier musk. I will stay here on my knees for the rest of my life for this woman if she allows it.
She weakly pulls at my hair, trying to squirm away from the sensitivity.
I’m practically throbbing as I stand, chest heaving as I watch her recover, my hands roaming her skin softly. I want her all over again, but only when she’s ready.
Only when she wants it.
Eventually, she cracks open her forest-canopy green eyes and reaches for me. I step fully into the cradle of her hips, eliminating any distance between us.
“Taste us, Izzy,” I rasp. “Taste how perfect we are.”
I take the front of her neck in a firm hold, but not tight. Not putting any real pressure on her yet, just letting her feel me before I draw her into a long kiss.
She moans at our shared release, comes alive in my arms, and practically tries to climb me like a tree.
I lift her into my arms, walking us into the shower and roughly pressing her against the tile. “One more?”
She nods, grasping my cock between us and lining me up. I slip in so easily, it’s the smoothest glide home.
Home.
A wave of emotion hits me, threatening to weaken my knees. I finally have a home.
I suck on her tongue as I slowly pump my hips into her, making every stroke count. Making sure I hit that special spot inside her every single time.
“This pussy has ruined me,” I murmur against her mouth, breathing in every tortured moan she makes.
“Gonna want you all the time. Don’t know how I’m going to see you in those tight ass jeans at the coffee shop or in one of your sexy dresses and not throw you down on the ground and take you for the entire town to see. ”
Her walls clench around me at my words, desperately strangling my cock.
“Do you like that idea?” I grind against her clit. “Like the thought of me fucking you in front of everyone? Showing this entire damn town who I belong to?”
“Yes.” Her green eyes are practically black with lust as she gazes at me. “But as a fantasy only. You’re mine, and I don’t share.”
My woman claims me. I grind harder, holding myself as deep inside her as I can. “No, baby. You’ll never have to share me.”
I press my nose into her neck, into our bonding spot. She instinctively leans her head to the side, baring herself to me in a way that actually makes my canines elongate.
As much as need drives me to bite her, I can’t take this from her. Wouldn’t dare. Instead, I press rough, sucking kisses to her wet flesh.
“God, stop teasing me,” she pants.
I grin into her skin. “Is that what I’m doing?”
“Please, Nick.” Her eyes shine with pleasured tears. “Please.”
She’s only said please once before tonight. I get the feeling it’s not a normal occurrence, a piece of herself she doesn’t give away easily.
“Anything for you.” I roughly thrust into her, setting an unrelenting pace. “Anything you want is yours, Izzy. You want breakfast every morning? Done. A date every night? Always. For me to get on my knees at your command? I am yours.”
She doesn’t reply, just moans brokenly as I keep driving into her. Chasing her orgasm.
Chasing what belongs to me.
It doesn’t take long for her breath to quicken, her walls to squeeze around me. She’s on the precipice, she just needs something to tip her over.
I band one arm around her back, holding her up with a firm grip on her thick ass, and snake my other hand down until I can rub gentle circles around her clit. “That’s it. Give me your orgasm.”
Her whimpering moan as she shudders around me will play in my mind for the rest of my days. There’s no way I’ll be able to forget how she sounds when she comes.
I never knew knotting would feel like this.
I never knew locking myself inside her would heighten everything I already feel. To be so intimately connected to her is such an unexpected gift.
It only takes a couple more pumps for my own release to follow, for my knot to thicken and lock me inside her.
For the best orgasm of my life to tear me open, to leave me bare and vulnerable before her. There’s no way she could look at my face right now and not see exactly what she means to me.