Chapter 44
Emily had followed his instructions, her eyes blown the entire time.
Nicolas had begun devouring her, making it hard for her to restrain herself when he pulled her flush against his mouth. It was like he was encouraging her to do anything she wanted. To take advantage of him in such a vulnerable position.
Back arching, she found herself unable to keep her eyes open. Her hands gripped the headboard, soft cries of his name leaving her lips in an endless plea. “Nico…that’s so…mmm.”
He smirked against her, the tip of his tongue finding her bundle of nerves and applying pressure.
Emily panted hard, risking a glance down at him.
She wished she hadn’t.
Nicolas was sporting the most devilish grin, almost as if he was enjoying this more than she was. His tongue made an exaggerated swipe of her, long and slow, as he gazed into her eyes.
Her mouth fell open, eyes closing.
Her thighs quivered.
She was completely breathless by the time she reached her high. His hands clamped down on her legs, holding her in place. Her release was extended by the wet kisses he gave her, sloppy and slow.
Finally, he came up, licking his lips.
Her eyes fluttered open. He caught sight of a trail of tears running down her cheek. His thumbs gently wiped at it. “Does it make me a sadist that I find you hot every time you cry while coming?”
“I thought this was already established. That and the fact that you like to make me wait. As if I’m some starved woman trying to steal your virtue.”
He laughed, the sound warming her chest. “I’d say sorry, amore mio.” He pecked the bridge of her nose. “But as I said, it’s so fucking hot, and you waiting was for the best.”
He made one light stroke from her entrance to her clit, repeating the path with a mewl from her. “Everything will be okay. I’ll prepare you enough so that you won’t feel much pain,” he assured her before dipping one finger inside.
A sharp breath left him when she clamped around it. “Holy shit.”
His breath was shallow as he swiped his tongue across his bottom lip. “Just the thought of me being inside you like this could make me come so hard I lose my fucking mind.”
She gasped at his crude words, but the way she wiggled beneath him spoke volumes of how much she liked them.
He continued to pump his finger in and out of her as his thumb made circles at her most sensitive area. “Would you like to experience that?”
She didn’t answer, but the way her eyes became hooded, and her hips started moving forward to meet the thrust of his finger, told him all he needed to know.
He inserted another finger, and she moaned, her head falling back onto the bed.
“Look,” he ordered.
Emily whimpered as she gazed down to witness what he was doing to her.
“Touch your breast.”
The way he looked at her was compelling. It made her willing to do anything to please him.
“Help me make you feel good.”
Nicolas observed as she obediently cupped her breast and pulled at the nipple with her index finger and thumb.
“Yes, that’s perfect,” he groaned and pumped his fingers into her harder.
A cry flew from her lips as her eyelids momentarily screwed shut. Her walls tightened around his fingers, and it was no mystery that she was almost there. Finally, he curled those digits to stroke a special spot inside of her that wound her up beyond measures.
An embarrassingly long moan escaped her lips. She clamped her thighs together as her second orgasm for the night hit her like a freight train.
“Oh my God,” she groaned when he came up swiftly to glide his length against her, coating himself in her wetness.
“More.” She surprised both of them by begging against his shoulder.
Nicolas pulled back and thrust forward again, the head of his shaft pressing so close the tip barely entered her before he pulled away. “Are you still on the pill?”
“Yes,” she assured him quickly.
His jaw clenched when her back curved up from the mattress to offer herself to him. “Please.”
He started longer strokes against her, letting the crown of him prod her opening once more.
Emily couldn’t take it anymore.
She pushed back and forced the tip inside of her.
Instantly, her body stilled.
“Relax, baby,” Nicolas cajoled softly.
He buried his face into her neck to bring her some sort of comfort. Or maybe it was to calm himself down. Maybe both? She didn’t know.
“I can’t guarantee this won’t hurt since it’s your first time, but I promise I’ll do my best to ease the pain,” he confessed earnestly before positioning himself better to hover over her.
She took in the gorgeous man above and felt her arousal seep out at his words.
Nicolas groaned.
He gave a look that matched hers, one of unadulterated lust, but there was also something else. Something much deeper that many people didn’t have the privilege of possessing while doing this act.
Love.
Her husband’s eyes were mirrors to his soul, reflecting how much he loved her. He gave her one final kiss before lining himself up with her opening and pushing into her with a torturously slow thrust.
Her back arched again with a sharp intake of breath.
She felt pain. Actual pain.
Her mouth hung open, shocked as her eyes found his. It was bigger than it looked. And wasn’t really inside her, not even halfway.
Was this even possible? Could it get all the way inside her?
“Darling, please breathe,” he whispered, eyes glazed over with concern. Among that was the restraint of not moving while she was squeezing the life out of him. “Just try to relax. That’ll help both of us. I swear the pain won’t last for very long.”
Emily felt like her insides were on fire. Wondering if it was a possibility for him to split her in two, she screwed her eyes shut as the burning sensation continued where they were joined. It was like he’d hit a wall and couldn’t go any further.
After inhaling and exhaling slowly for several minutes, with Nicolas sprawling kisses across her shoulder and neck, the tension inside her body loosened. She sank deeper into the mattress with a long and loud exhale, the only sound in the silence of the room which wrapped around them like a cocoon.
Nicolas brushed a hand through her hair, his soft eyes meeting hers. “Better?”
She nodded, speechless at the unfamiliar pressure within her being deeper.
At her confirmation, he pulled halfway out and pushed back in slowly. Her brows scrunched up by the jolt of pain that struck at feeling him in his entirety. He’d finally bottomed out.
“Fuck, are you okay?” Sweat gathered on his forehead as he clenched his teeth.
He was shaking.
She nodded again, tongue swiping out against her bottom lip.
Worried eyes held hers. “Are you sure?”
Her head bobbed up and down.
“Words, baby. I’m gonna need your words this time.”
“I’m sure,” Emily whispered instantly. “Keep going.”
He started again, his movements becoming paced as the pain began to fade within her.
It started feeling…good. Great, even.
“Christ, you’re killing me here, Em,” he cursed underneath his breath.
She looked up to admire him in a mixture of confusion and pleasure.
“You’re tight as fuck. It’s driving me insane,” Nicolas gritted out, his voice strained. “So tight and warm.”
They both let out a shuddering breath.
“I don’t want to come yet, but you’re making it next to impossible.”
She hissed between her teeth as he resumed his onslaught of her body, but being careful enough not to hurt her. A wanton moan escaped her mouth, startling her at how needy it sounded. She gripped onto the muscles of his arm as he increased his pace, consumed by the air building around them.
“Nico…” she breathed. “That…mhm…that feels amazing.”
Emily’s eyes began to flutter closed from the immense pleasure, but Nicolas shook his head at her. “No, keep them open. I want you to see me as much as I’m seeing you. This image of you…bared and beautiful…will forever remain in my memory. I’ll always cherish it.”
A coil was forming in her stomach. She couldn’t resist the urge to wrap her legs around his broad back.
It flexed with every thrust he took. Suddenly, one hand found their way down to her clit.
Her stomach tightened at it coupled with him being inside of her.
A sensation she was growing familiar with returned at full force as a gasp left her.
Nicolas watched as her lips parted, her eyebrows scrunched up, and her back arched off the bed.
“I think I’m gonna—”
“Do it.”
He moved against her at a speed that frightened her. It made her squeal at how rough he could’ve been from the get-go but had held himself back. None of that mattered much at this point because he was reaching his high just as fast as she was.
Emily let out a cry as her nails dug into his glistening back and she trembled beneath him. Nicolas groaned at their sharpness, but his body couldn’t deny how much her marking his skin turned him on.
He chased his release more fervently, his body shaking.
Kissing her amidst her own post-orgasmic bliss, Nicolas took her wrists in his hands and pinned them above her head. Their lovemaking had become primal. He drove into her until she was out of breath and then slowed it back down, making her almost sob at how good that felt.
It seemed for him, everything except her was forgotten in that moment.
Emily’s eyebrows knitted as another rush crept up her spine. Her hand roughly found his hair, gripping it in shock at how fast she’d gotten there again.
This is insane.
Her body began to tremble when the shocking yet thrilling sensation won her over.
“Oh, fuck,” Nicolas breathed, his voice hoarse and sexy. He released a pained groan before finally spilling inside of her.
He pressed a light kiss to her collarbone before letting his head fall beside hers, lying above her, utterly spent. She loved the feeling of his weight pressing into her as they tried to catch their breaths. It made her feel safe. Protected.
It took him a minute before he pulled out and laid beside her on the bed.
Without a second thought, Nicolas gathered Emily close to him as he bent his neck to kiss her eyes, nose, and lips. After pulling away, he stared deep into her eyes before professing, “I love you.”
Her heart leaped at his warm words. Damn near soared actually. She would never get used to hearing them. “I love you too.” Her voice was exceptionally ardent even as it trembled. “A million times over.”
Nicolas sighed, his eyes crinkled and his cheeks flushed. “I think you might be the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he muttered. “No, scratch that. You are.”
Emily smiled at him. “Couldn’t agree more.”
His eyes lingered. “How are you feeling?”
It was so like him to ask that.
“Sore,” she said honestly. “But even with the soreness that I’m feeling right now, I loved every minute of it.”
“I’m sorry about the soreness.”
Her eyes softened at how sweet he was being.
Emily laid her chin on the expanse of Nicolas’s chest while mumbling, “It’s fine. I kind of like it to be honest.”
He raised an eyebrow at her before searching around the bedroom as he called out playfully, “Hello? Where did the innocent Emily I know disappear to?”
She slapped him on his abs. “Shut up!”
After quickly grabbing the offensive hand, he held it in his then toyed with her fingers. He was beaming and looked so happy she didn’t know what to do with herself. “I was only joking. Of course I’m willing to indulge in anything that involves your pleasure.”
“And when it doesn’t?”
“You still leave me incredibly exposed.”
She leaned in to give him a peck on the cheek just as he whipped the sheet off his lower half with theatrical flair. “See? Exposed.”
“What are you doing? Stop!” Emily shrieked.
He threw his head back laughing at her reaction.
Her lips tugged upward then slowly they split into a big grin.
She couldn’t help it. Her eyes were witnessing the pinnacle of Nicolas’s carefree look, the one she hadn’t seen in a long time.
His brown hair ruffled, his dark eyes screwed shut and his smile.
God, that smile.
Seeing it made Emily insanely happy. How she longed for it to always be. To simply exist.
Because she loved this man more than anything else.