Chapter 23
Nico stood up and got naked faster than he’d ever gotten naked in his life, knowing that if he died right now, he’d die happy.
Making River come, tasting her and teasing her to make her cry out his name and fall apart in his arms was powerful. Addictive.
And now that he’d been relieved of the notion that being with him would somehow taint or tarnish her, he felt…free. She accepted him for who and what he was without judgement, which meant he no longer had to hide the dirty fantasies he’d had about her.
It was time to live them.
But as he stared down at her perfect, tight little body, he had no idea where to start. Running one hand idly over his cock, he contemplated his next move. At least a dozen positions came to mind. Hell, maybe he should grab a copy of the Kama Sutra just to make sure he didn’t miss any.
She didn’t give him a chance.
River shocked the hell out of him by sitting up, slithering down to the edge of the bed, grabbing his hips, and yanking him toward her.
Fuuuccckkk.
Had there ever been a more erotic sight than this woman, locking eyes on his as she wrapped her lush lips around his cock and sucked him into the back of her throat? Jesus, he didn’t think so.
He slid his hands into her hair. “You’re fucking killing me,” he choked out, watching her cheeks hollow as she sucked harder.
She let out a pleased hum that tightened his balls. She was enjoying the control she had over him. Who knew his fiorellino was such a temptress?
But as much as he’d love to let her have her way with him, he had to stop her. He was not going to come in her mouth, and sadly, he was very quickly losing the ability to stop that from happening. He gave her hair a gentle tug, forcing her to let go.
Her lips were shiny, wet, and plump as she blinked up at him. “Condom?” he asked.
She shook her head. “I’m on birth control. No health issues either.”
“I’m also healthy, and I’ve been celibate so long I’m practically a monk by now.”
She raised a brow at him. “I doubt monks can do what you just did with your tongue.”
God, he loved her sass. “Well, if that impressed you, wait until you see what I can do with my cock.”
“Hurry,” she pleaded.
Well, what do you know? She found the one thing he would happily refuse her.
No way was he going to hurry through this.
River’s body was more than ready for him, but her mind was a cluttered mess when Nico crawled up her body, pausing only briefly to give her nipples the attention they were practically begging for.
Then he lifted his head and the look in his eyes was so open and raw it pushed her nerves to their limit, and she blurted, “Did you know that flatworms are hermaphroditic and engage in penis fencing to stab each other and determine who will inseminate who?”
He pulled back, brow furrowed. “Why are you nervous? If you want to stop, we’ll stop.”
She swallowed hard. “I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. What if I do something stupid and ruin it?”
“There’s nothing you can do to ruin what’s between us.”
“You promise?”
She gasped when he caught her lower lip between his teeth and gave it a little nip. “I promise.”
“Because you’re my otter?”
“You’re damned right I’m your otter,” he murmured.
She let out a deep breath. “Thank God, because I might die if you don’t fuck me right—”
He slid into her in one smooth, long, hard thrust.
Holy. Hell.
The heat, the hardness, the fullness…oh, God, it was so good. But was it too good? Her heart was pounding so hard her ears were ringing with the force of the blood rushing through her body. Was she about to have a sex-induced stroke?
He went still. “You OK?” he asked, his voice low, strained.
Oh, what the hell? If she died, at least she’d die happy. “Fuck, yes! Don’t stop!”
His only response came in the form of smooth, hard thrusts that left her gasping for breath like a landed trout. The muscles in his neck and shoulders flexed. He was holding back, she realized. She wasn’t sure why. Maybe he was afraid of hurting her. Or maybe he was trying to make it last.
That was the last thing she wanted. She wanted him to completely let go and fuck her like a rutting beast. She wanted him to be as crazy for her as she was for him. So, she grabbed his ass and cried, “More!”
The rough groan that escaped him raised goose bumps all over her body.
But true to form, Nico wasn’t one to deny her anything she desired.
So, he bent his head down and took her nipple between his teeth, giving it a sharp nip.
Then, he reached between their straining bodies and stroked her aching clit with his thumb.
That’s all it took. She broke into a million pieces, coming so hard her entire body cramped. She’d probably be sore and dehydrated for a week.
And she couldn’t possibly care any less.
Especially not when Nico scooped her up, flipped her over onto her stomach, and slammed back into her from behind.
His name fell from her lips on a throaty moan. She felt his muscles tighten. “Fucking hell,” he whispered roughly in her ear. “You feel so good. So fucking wet.”
Yep. Wetter than she’d ever been in her life. Hopefully, there was a waterproof mattress pad under the sheets. Otherwise…yikes.
He didn’t give her any time to ponder what cleanup was going to be like, though. Because that’s when he wrapped his big body around hers and licked a path up her spine. “You’re mine,” he growled. “Say it.”
“I’m yours,” she said on a breathy moan.
He rewarded her compliance with long, hard strokes—in and out, in and out—while he gripped her hips, tipping them back so he could go even deeper. She pushed back against him, silently begging for more.
And he gave it to her—so good and so hard. All she could do was lay there, tightening her inner muscles around him as he pounded into her, over and over again, hitting a spot—oh, fuck, yes!—that made her see heaven, hell, and everything in between.
“Don’t stop!” she pleaded. “I’m so close.”
She needn’t have worried. He showed no signs of stopping.
He let out a string of words in Italian and just went at her harder and faster. The bed frame banged against the wall with every thrust, but she barely heard it over the sound of her broken cries and his harsh breathing.
When she finally did come again, it was so intense it bordered on painful. She might’ve blacked out. Her wail went on for so long her poor raw throat might never recover.
And still, he didn’t stop. He rode her hard through every last wave of her orgasm, demanding, “Again!”
“I can’t!”
“You will,” he growled.
To prove his point, he pulled out and flipped her onto her back. When he plunged back into her, he covered her breasts with his big, hot hands and squeezed. Hard.
She didn’t come, though. Not when he shifted one hand down to her clit. Not when he forced her to hang onto the headboard and kept fucking her like he was on the clock and the rent was due. Nope. She was too spent to come again.
Until he let go of her breast to circle her throat with that big hand of his. He leaned down so they were nose-to-nose and hissed, “I said again.”
All it took was a tiny flex of his hand on her throat to shock her into yet another mind-melting orgasm.
Jesus. Christ.
That’s when he finally let go. He buried his face between her breasts and came with a sexy growl that probably would’ve made her come again if she had a drop of fluid left in her body. Which she didn’t.
They stayed that way for what could’ve been hours or days, breathing hard, clinging to each other, sweat (and other fluids, ahem) drying on their skin.
He finally lifted his head, looking concerned. “You’re very quiet, fiorellino. I don’t like it.”
“That was just…intense.”
“Was I too rough?”
Well, if rough was what got her more orgasms in one night than she’d had in the past five years, she wasn’t about to complain. “You were perfect. Like, almost too perfect. I’m afraid it’ll all be downhill from here,” she teased, just to smooth out his furrowed brow.
His eyes darkened. “Care to wager on that?”
She squealed when he rolled her over and hoisted her up so that she straddled him. Oh, good grief. “I couldn’t possibly come—”
How the hell was he hard again?? She moaned when he grabbed her hips and moved her up and down on his cock. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’ll do all the work. All you have to do is come.”
She bit her lip, leaning up to grab the headboard for support. “Well, who am I to say no to such a generous offer?”