Chapter 18 #2
She couldn't quite manage all of his considerable length without more practice than she would ever get when it came to him. She worked him with her hand where her mouth couldn't reach, finding a rhythm that had his hips jerking up despite his obvious attempt to stay still.
One night only, she reminded herself, and did the best she could, choking a little, but then pulling back before Nico could try and be a gentleman and pull away.
She wanted to give him this, wanted to feel the way his body moved beneath her, wanted to taste that masculine taste, know that she was the one doing this to him.
His hand came down to tangle in her hair—not pushing, just holding, fingers flexing against her scalp every time she did something he particularly liked.
Her body was on fire with need, but she didn't pull back.
Not until Nico let out a groan and pulled away.
"Oh—" She pulled off of him with a pop and was just a little disappointed. Her lips felt swollen and wet, and she could still taste him on her tongue.
A part of her wanted to taste his completion, wanted to bring him all the way to that final moment.
But only a part of her. The other part of her was practically dripping with need, and if she didn't get Nico inside of her in the next minute, she might lose her mind—well, lose her mind even more than it had already been lost by the craziness of this situation.
Nico had one hand on his cock and one hand on her hips.
It wouldn't take anything for him to slide into her.
His thumb pressed against the jut of bone at her hip, and his other hand wrapped around himself, guiding the head of his cock to rest just at her entrance.
She could feel him there, hot and blunt, just barely touching her, the anticipation making her clench around nothing.
And then he cursed.
"Fuck, a condom!" he said.
Elise grinned and waggled her fingers. "Remember, baby, I'm a healer and a witch." And she took a chance, pushing her finger against his pec and sending the tiniest little zap his way. It would have felt like nothing more than a snap of static electricity.
Nico whistled out a breath, but he didn't pull back, didn't retreat. "What's that supposed to mean?" he asked.
"Magic," she reminded him. "No babies unless I want them, and certainly no diseases."
His eyes widened. "You have magic birth control?" he asked, then he grinned, and the only word for it was wolfish.
"Perks of the job," she said. And she worried for just a moment that she had gone too far.
But then Nico rolled her over so she was once more pressed against the mattress, and he was between her legs. The position opened her completely to him, her thighs spread wide around his hips, the weight of his cock resting heavy against her slick entrance.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"I promise," she said as solemnly as she could manage with his cock right there. "I will tell you if I change my mind."
Given the circumstances, she could appreciate the check-in, but she had made what she wanted abundantly clear. Nico didn't need to be told again.
He pushed into her, and Elise moaned at the intrusion as he filled her up. The burn of the stretch gave way to fullness, to the sensation of being completely claimed, and when he bottomed out, she could feel him everywhere.
She hooked her legs around him, and her fingers dug into the sheets as their hips moved together.
Every thrust drove him deeper, the angle hitting something inside her that made her see stars, and she could hear the wet sound of their bodies coming together, the creak of the bed, Nico's ragged breathing in her ear.
He thrust his cock, and she chased it, but she was overwhelmed by the sensation.
The drag of him pulling almost all the way out and then slamming back in set a rhythm that had her gasping, her inner walls clenching around him with every stroke.
He kept moving and moving, harder and harder, not letting up when she gasped his name, and going even harder when she begged for more.
Sweat slicked the space between them, making every slide of skin against skin easier, hotter, and she could feel the tremor in his muscles as he held himself over her, driving into her with a focus that bordered on desperate.
The wave was cresting, Elise could feel that her body was about to give in, and she tried to hold it off. The tension coiled tighter and tighter in her belly, spreading outward to her fingertips and toes, every nerve ending lit up and screaming for release.
She wanted this to last forever.
She wanted Nico to live inside of her and keep this feeling going until they were both no more than dust.
But she could only take so much.
And with one more thrust, her body rippled around him as she came, and he emptied himself inside of her, gasping out her name in that final breath.
She could feel the pulse of him inside her, the hot spill of his release, and her own body clenching around him in aftershocks that seemed to go on forever.
He held her close, peppering kisses along her jaw and stealing one from her lips. His weight settled more fully onto her as his breathing slowed. She could feel his heart still racing against her chest, the rise and fall of his ribs matching hers.
And as she came down from the high of the orgasm, Elise knew that this was probably the biggest mistake she had ever made in her life.
But there was not a single part of her soul that could regret it.