CHAPTER 70 #2
I set the glass I was holding on the a side table that felt like divine intervention, because if it weren’t there, I probably would’ve dropped the wine on the floor. There’s no way I’m taking my hands off Nina now.
I take her glass too, freeing us of it, and bury my hands in her hair. My fingers thread through the soft strands, and I drown in the sensation of having Nina in my arms.
It’s so much better than I remembered. Somewhere along the way, reality faded in my memories, because this—her lips on mine, her tongue sucking on mine, her hands gripping my back, her breasts crushed against my chest—I could never have imagined this overload of pleasure overwhelming my body.
“Fuck, I missed you, Little Fae. I missed you so much,” I say, dragging my lips down her chin and neck, scattering kisses along her jaw, her cheeks, and then wrapping my arms around her, burying my face in her neck.
So drunk on the possibility of touching her without limits that I don’t even know what to do first.
I don’t know if I want to keep kissing her, if I just want to hold her all night, if I want to lie in a bed and talk to her for hours with her body curled into mine, listening to her voice—and suddenly, I know I want all of it. All of it and so much more. I cup her face, lining up our eyes.
“I love you,” I say, desperate, because I can’t keep forcing the words down every time they rise to my throat. “I love you, Nina. You’re the woman of my life. I love you.” I repeat it, and Nina’s eyes close. I don’t expect her to answer—but she does.
“I love you too,” she says, catching me off guard, and I’m completely unable to keep the tears from my eyes. “I was afraid to admit it once, and I keep wondering, over and over again, if things would’ve been different if I’d said it sooner.”
“No,” I say, shaking my head. “Nothing that happened was your fault, love. Nothing.”
“I know. I just… I’m done living in fear, Nero.
I’m done wasting time. I don’t want to waste time anymore.
I was so afraid you’d leave us again, abandon us…
But during those hours in the hospital, it was impossible not to think, What if it’s something else?
What if life takes you from us? What if that happens and I’ve lost all the time we could’ve been whole, just because I was too afraid of being broken again?
I don’t want to waste time. We already lost five years. ”
She goes for my mouth. The second kiss is just as intense and desperate as the first, but nothing about it is slow. I grip the back of Nina’s neck and pull her head into mine, deepening the contact. We spend a long time just kissing and touching each other.
Only separating our mouths when we need air, letting our hands roam over our bodies, anchoring the moment, making sure it’s real—that everything happening is real.
“Let me make love to you?” I ask, spreading new kisses along her jaw and neck.
“You’re obligated to,” she exclaims through low sounds of pleasure, making me laugh.
I kiss her again and spread my hands over her ass, lifting her. Nina wraps her legs around my waist, and I carry her in my arms, only stopping kissing her mouth when we reach the stairs so I can watch my step.
I kiss her whole face instead, and she laughs. Her hand caresses my cheek, and I kiss her palm too. I open the bedroom door, and as soon as I close it, I press Nina’s body between mine and the door. My Little Fae looks at me with eyes full of desire, and I suck on her lower lip.
My hands slide under the fabric of her dress, caressing her thighs, skin against skin. Nina gasps softly. My cock throbs, my balls ache, and I decide the door isn’t good enough for everything I want to do to her.
I walk to the bed and climb onto it on my knees, leaving Nina sitting in the middle of the mattress before pressing my palm to her sternum, guiding her down.
My hands return to her thighs and I bend, kissing every inch revealed as I lift her dress. I brush my nose provocatively against her skin, loving the sensation. I could do this all day.
I keep exploring until Nina needs to sit up so I can keep bunching the fabric of her dress upward and finally remove it. She’s not wearing a bra, only a small lace panty. I drink in the sight of her half-naked body, her heaving chest, planning every kiss I’ll spread over it.
Nina, however, has other plans. She rises onto her knees and starts unbuttoning my shirt, kissing the skin quickly revealed. When she finishes with the buttons, she slides her hands over my chest and abdomen, triggering spasms in my erection.
“You’re not going to play alone tonight, Nero,” she warns, having already read my intentions, and I grin wickedly.
“Are you sure?” I ask, firming my fingers at her hip and bringing my other hand between her legs. I press my finger against the fabric of her panties, finding them already soaked, and Nina moans. “I had some really good games in mind.”
“And we’re going to play all of them,” she answers, moaning and starting to rock her hips against my hand. “But later,” she declares, crashing her mouth into mine again. “Take my panties off, Nero,” she begs, sending my arousal through the roof. “Make love to me.”
I obey quickly. I slide the wet lace down and Nina lifts her knees off the mattress one by one until she’s completely naked. She reaches for the button of my shorts, undoes it, then the zipper, and I step off the bed to rid myself of my clothes.
Her eyes lick my entire body, lingering on my cock, and she moistens her lips. Fuck, it feels so good knowing she missed me as much as I missed her.
Nina crawls on her knees to the edge of the bed and plants a kiss on my chest. Her hands slide down my sides, over my thighs, sending shivers up my spine and sharp pulls through my balls, and I thread my fingers into her hair again.
I bend to kiss her mouth once more, sliding my tongue into hers and tangling them in a wet, delicious dance. It doesn’t take long before we’re both a mess of hoarse sounds and moans again.
I climb back onto the bed on my knees and sit down, pulling Nina to sit on my thighs, positioning myself between her legs.
My cock points up between our stomachs, but Nina reaches for it, stroking it with perfect pressure before guiding it down, lifting her hips, and sliding it between the outer lips of her pussy.
The sensation of that wetness stroking my entire cock pulls a grunt from me.
Nina starts moving slowly, back and forth, masturbating both of us at once.
She leaves my mouth and scatters kisses along my jaw and throat.
Nina licks my ear, scratches my nape, bites my chin. This woman is going to destroy me.
Her speed increases when her mouth returns to mine.
Her hips abandon the back-and-forth and start grinding against my cock in a delicious, unbroken roll while her lips devour mine.
I squeeze her ass and her breasts, driving her wild by matching the rhythm of my tongue in her mouth with the movement of her hips.
Her grip on my shoulders tightens as she rubs her open pussy against my erection, and her moans turn into cries. She throws her head back, tearing her mouth from mine, and I immediately latch onto one of her nipples, finally giving in to the urge to suck it.
“Nero,” she whimpers my name, and I think I’m about to embarrass myself.
“Little Fae, my cock has been feeding on nothing but longing for five years. If you keep playing with it like that, I’m going to come without even being inside you,” I admit softly. Nina stops the torturous grinding and looks down at me, chest rising and falling as her pussy drips over my cock.
“The last?” she asks, smiling with a completely different light in her eyes as she starts moving again—slowly now. My Little Fae is so possessive, fuck.
“The only one. After you, no one else.”
“Only mine? All this time?”
“Only yours.” I repeat it when I notice how much it excites her. Nina closes her eyes for a second, moaning, and I slowly brush my thumb over her nipple. I suck the other, then blow on it.
“Say it again,” she begs, losing her mind, throwing her head back once more.
“Only yours. I’m only yours—you know that,” I repeat, and without warning, Nina sinks down onto my cock, rolling her hips, descending inch by torturous inch, looking straight into my eyes, claiming what has always been hers, pressing our bodies fully together.
She lifts slightly and sinks back down, squeezing me slowly. I roar, completely overtaken by pleasure, as her moan drags on until her pussy swallows me fully again. She presses her mouth to mine.
“I’m only yours too. I always was. Nothing changed,” she admits, and I stop breathing as the weight of her words hits me.
“Only mine?” I ask, and she answers with a moan as she lifts and lowers herself in short strokes.
“No one touched you, love?” I ask, rolling her nipples between my fingers, my touch more possessive than before, reveling in the idea that only I know the texture of her perfect breasts, their weight in my hands.
“No. Only you. They’re only yours,” she sighs in pleasure as I massage them, then I lick her throat, scrape my teeth down to the valley of her breasts, and slide my hand along her sides to grab her ass.
“Completely mine?” I squeeze her cheeks hard, holding her hips in place, and she’s quick to answer, eager to move again.
“Every curve and flaw,” she teases, licking my mouth, searching for my tongue.
“You’re perfect, Little Fae. It’s almost a crime that only I know your body,” I say, and she whimpers, writhing over me, desperate for friction.
“Do you want to change that?” she taunts, and I thrust into her hard, punctuating my answer.
“I’d rather die a criminal,” I growl, driving my hips up again. Nina screams, the sound shooting straight to my cock as a warning, but I’m greedy and almost risk a dangerous question. I try to stop myself, but I can’t. Every possessive cell in me vibrates, pushing, begging.
I lick her lips, marking my territory in a jealous, selfish way—swallowing my selfish demand, shoving it deep into my mind, and kissing Nina instead.
“No one will ever know the taste of your mouth again, Nina. It’s only mine,” I ask and declare, bracing myself for whatever answer she’ll give.
Nina looks back at me, eyes full of heat as she shakes her head, denying.
“From the moment I met you, there was never another. Another taste, another body, another texture. None. No one. Nothing.” The Neanderthal in me celebrates.
“My mouth is only yours, my breasts are only yours, my pussy is only yours, my whole body is yours—so fuck it, please,” she begs through drawn-out moans, and I didn’t think she could make me any more aroused than I already was.
“Touch yourself for me, love. I want you to come with me, and I won’t last much longer,” I ask, guiding her hand to her clit.
She obeys immediately, rubbing her slick pussy.
I clamp my palms on her ass, digging my fingers into the hot flesh even harder, and I fuck her exactly the way Nina told me to.
My hips drive fast and deep, and with each thrust I become less able to keep moving my tongue in Nina’s mouth—but I keep my lips sealed to hers.
She screams, feeding my desire with her pleasure and amplifying mine until it’s impossible to tell one from the other in that delicious mix of delirium and madness.
My Little Fae comes screaming my name at the exact moment I spill completely inside her, and as I hold her trembling body and plunder her mouth again, I finally feel whole.