Chapter 51
Niki
Icup her face, and she leans into it. “Are you sure? What’s changed?”
Her gentle smile makes me shiver with hope.
“Nothing and everything. You’re the best man I’ve met.
You’re kind and caring, so sweet, and you think about me in ways no one else would consider.
” I cock my head as her speech quickens.
“And I can’t stop thinking about the moment on the bathroom floor.
I’ve spent so long scared of doing anything with you, that now I’ve decided to, I can’t think about anything else. ”
She pants, and I debate whether to stop her with a kiss or let her talk it out.
“And you’re so fucking hot, Niki. Like a literal god amongst us mere mortals. Have you seen yourself? You should, because you’re sexy as hell. I can’t stop wanting you, and I’ve tried for the sake of my sanity.”
I raise my eyebrows.
“Not because there’s anything wrong with you, because there isn’t, but because the issue is me. I’m worried you won’t enjoy it with me—”
I brush her fingers against my lips. “That’s impossible. I can’t get enough of you. We’ll make it work, and we’ll learn from each other. I can’t stop thinking about your mouth taking my dick and how you came on my fingers.”
“It was good, wasn’t it?” she asks sheepishly.
“The best ever. So don’t worry that you can’t make it good. You’ve already given me all I could ever want. Tell me what you’ve never had, angel. I want to give you everything.”
“I’ve never had anything,” she stutters, “not an orgasm during sex or someone go down on me or…anything.” Her face falls.
I kiss Rosie softly. She tastes of the chocolates I left beside the bath for her.
She pulls back.
“Is it okay to kiss you?” I ask.
“Yes, but…” Her mouth twists with her anguish. “I know we like power play and control, but I’m not sure I want that right now.”
A wisp of hair falls across her eyes and I tuck it behind her ear, stroking her neck with the tip of my finger.
Barely an hour ago, I thought she’d never choose me, and yet now I’m pressing kisses to her cheek, jaw, and throat. She swallows as my hands roam her curves. “I don’t need you to call me sir or follow my control. I want soft and gentle. I want what you want.”
Her eyes brighten with a hope that gives me the confidence to trust I can do this. I sweep away the last of her tears with my thumb and lead her to our bed.
Rosie sits in front of me, her legs tucked underneath her. “I’m laying ground rules that I should have laid yesterday to ensure it’s good for you,” I explain.
“What about you?”
“I’ve got the safe word in case my anxieties are too much. Don’t worry about me. I’ve got me and you.”
Her eyebrows press together. “Okay. What are the ground rules?”
“We stop at any point. If something hurts or you need a moment, you say stop, and we will. Contraception is a must. After telling me you wanted to ride me while wearing a cowboy hat last night, I found my old stash in case.” Her eyes are wide, and her mouth drops open. “Too presumptuous?”
“I love that you’re prepared, but I forgot about the cowboy thing.”
I chuckle as her cheeks pink.
“Ask as many questions as you want and tell me what you need. Don’t assume I can guess.
” I hold her chin gently between my fingers.
“And most importantly, this doesn’t have to change anything if you don’t want it to.
I’d do anything to be with you, like this or any other way. ” She shudders as we kiss.
Her eyelashes flutter closed, and she whimpers in revelry as my tongue massages hers.
The sugar of the chocolate tingles against my tongue.
Her fingers brush my cheek, and I immerse myself in her delicate caress.
Her hungry sounds fill my body with reminders of our evening in Greece.
This is another challenge. I must prove I can be the man she needs.
Her eyes sparkle as I pull at the knot of her dressing gown with one finger.
She pants, her lips red with desire.
Her pupils dilate as the belt slides through my fingers. The sides fall open.
My grunt echoes as I study her full breasts and rosy nipples. Her chest reddens as she stares back at me, eyes wide and full of that combination of fear and excitement. My gaze travels to her glistening pussy. I’m breathless in her presence.
“Fucking perfect,” I growl as my hand finds a space between us and I stroke her pussy.
“Niki.”
“Yes?” I smirk.
I fix her stare as I slide my wet fingers into my mouth and suck hard.
“Are you going to be my good girl tonight?”
Her whimpers send me from a semi to hard. My dick aches, possessed by her.
“Yes.” She slides her hands around my neck and pushes me until she’s straddling me.
With her palms either side of me, I’m pinned against a woman so beautiful that my heart stumbles. I want to worship her and make her mine. I reach around to her bum as she grinds against me. Her skin is so fucking soft that I squeeze her, pulling her harder against me.
She gasps into my mouth, and I hold tightly to the noises.
I’ve not had this for nearly two years. It’s like my first time.
Her moans are like nothing I’ve heard before, because they’re given by someone who knows me and my problems but wants me anyway.
I lock away every sound and sensation so I can experience it again and again.
She grinds harder, using my cock to satisfy herself. I’m more than a man with her. I’m a fucking king.
“Yes,” she groans as I turn us so she’s lying beneath me. Her hands fall beside her head in surrender.
“I’ve dreamt of touching all of you,” I say as I lick my fingers and run them around her nipples. Her back arches off the bed, and she moans my name.
She whimpers as my tongue swirls around one nipple.
“You make the most perfect sounds,” I growl as I make circles around her other nipple with my wet fingers.
She lifts her pelvis to meet mine, and I feast on her tits, marking them with bites.
My fingers slide down to her soaking pussy that I’m already obsessed with, and I push her thighs apart, brushing kisses between them as I tease her clit with my rough fingertip.
Her gasps are the purest aphrodisiac. My dick presses hard against my zipper as I rub her clit in circles.
“I need you, all of you,” she cries.
She’s no idea how good I can make it. My lips replace my fingers, and I lick her clit. “Squeeze your breasts for me.”
She obeys, and I throb harder as she twists her nipples and runs her hand over my hair. Her foot arches and presses against my back.
She gasps when my tongue swipes her pussy.
“More, please,” she begs as she grinds against my mouth.
She’s greedy for me, and although I want to go slow and relish her, I want more. I want her to shout so loud that security checks on us. I want the whole of Monaco to hear this woman come against my mouth.
I lap at her cunt and press a finger inside her. She bucks against me, but I don’t stop. My palm presses her thigh to keep her still and open to me.
Her whole body shakes as I pump one, then two, fingers into her. She’s writhing against the cotton sheets, her orgasm climbing as she moans in desperation.