The words make me dizzy with desire, but at the same time they frighten me just a little, too. While I know Nic isn't the type to say words he doesn't mean even when he's horny, I can't help worrying that he's expecting too much.
I'm not perfect, never was, and never would be, but before I can tell him that, he's already taken me to his bedroom, and he's gently laying me down on the bed.
I see Nicolaas' nostrils flare as he stares down at me, and any words I have to say are completely forgotten.
"I can fucking smell how wet you are."
Oh God.
I know for a fact that what he's saying is true (contrary to what most people think, I also do tons of research when writing my books), but since I never did smell anything when I'm with Kevin, I also thought I was the unlucky exception to the rule.
But now I realize...
While my desire has never reached a feverish peak with Kevin, it's absolutely the opposite with Nicolaas, and yes, oh God...
I really do can smell that it's sex that has scented the air, and I can feel my cheeks turning red as I also become aware of how wet that part of my body is.
"Francesca..."
The roughness of his voice makes my toes curl hard, and when I feel him cup my chin, I can only meet his gaze in silent helplessness. I know I'm the last person who should've run out of words in situations like this, but...
I just want him so, so bad, and the hunger in his sky-blue eyes tells me it's the same for him. We're both burning and dying with the need to rut like animals, and oh God, oh God, oh God—-
The moment I think of sex with Nicolaas in that sense, I know right away it's what I want. I want us to be so overcome with lust that it turns us into animals—-
"Goddammit, Francesca."
The strain in his voice makes my stomach clench with need.
"Will you stop looking at me like that—-"
"Like what?"
"Like you want to be eaten, for fuck's sake."
My heart thuds hard at his words. I didn't even know I was looking at him like that, but now that he's mentioned it, I just continue looking at him...and hope I'm still doing it right.
I want him to know he's got it right—-
"Francesca, dammit."
And that yes, I do want to be eaten.
Nicolaas
Francesca is still looking at me that way.
She's still looking at me like she wants to be eaten, and since I've already warned her, and she's obviously chosen to ignore said warning...
Why bother with a second one?
She gasps in shock when I abruptly bend my head and start sucking hard on her lower lip. It's as soft and sweet as I imagined, and when her lips part in a whimper, I thrust my tongue in to have more of her taste.
And this, too, is as I imagined.
I can taste a mix of lasagna and sweet tea from her mouth, but far from turning me off, it just makes my cock harden even more.
It's like I'm eating from her, and I like that. I want to be the only one who can eat from her, just like how I want to be the only one who can have a taste of each and every part of her body.
My tongue explores her mouth at a languid pace, but blood soon rushes up to my head the moment I feel Francesca tentatively start moving her tongue against mine. Her innocence is intoxicating as fuck, and she lets out another sexy little whimper when I start sucking on her tongue.
I suck hard and long before I order her to do the same, and I groan when she obeys me right away. She's no expert at sucking my tongue, but I don't give a fuck. I love how she's doing it, love how she's clutching my shoulders like she'd fall if she lets go. I fucking love everything she's doing, and I especially love the way she starts writhing under me even though it's all I can do to keep myself from plunging my cock into her virginal channel.
"Please, Nicolaas, please."
The words make me shudder, and staying in control becomes an agonizing struggle. I never thought she'd be the kind to beg, but while I fucking love it, now is not the safest time for her to push me over the edge.
"Behave, woman," I growl.
But this only makes her glower up at me.
"No," she growls back, and a hoarse laugh escapes me even as my desire for her burns even hotter.
I've never had a woman be this demanding with me, and I realize that I was completely wrong about Francesca. I mistakenly assumed earlier that she's this one-dimensional person who can only be submissive in bed, but instead she's all that and more.