In a frenzy, we both began to claw at one another, and I couldn't get his shirt over his head fast enough. Each time I glimpsed his inked chest, I marveled at the artwork there. Tracing his abs with my fingers, I journeyed down to unbutton his pants, looking up at him. Nicco had stopped, watching me as I ran my fingers across his skin. When our eyes met, he snapped and attacked my mouth with passion.
Clasping my face with both hands, he consumed me like I'd never been kissed before. Nicco possessed my lips in a way that made me feel like the most precious and sexiest thing in the world. I never had to be only one thing with him. He gave me the freedom to be all the parts of myself, both light and dark.
Dropping his hands, he pushed my shirt over my head. Our bare skin touched as he brought his body closer, and I needed the last layer removed. Thankfully, Nicco had the same thought, and a moment later, I felt his nimble fingers unhook my bra. As much as I wanted him to rip it off and make me his, the slow caress of his finger as it gently lowered my strap off my arm did things for me.
Nicco's hand trailed down, leaving light touches in its wake. As my breast became exposed, his mouth lowered, and he began to softly graze kisses on the top of my chest as his other hand performed the slow torturous trek with my other strap. I panted, the small touches and kisses arousing me in new ways. Nicco had mastered seductive and passionate gestures, effortlessly bringing me to the height of passion in the process.
"Beautiful, your skin is so soft and unmarked. My lips want to taste every inch of you and paint you with my art." Nicco continued to drop kisses but headed further down my body, stopping at my breasts.
"Nicco," I moaned, unable to form any other words. Almost as if his name had spurred him on, he took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it as he twirled his tongue over the hardened peak. His thumb brushed over my other breast, working in tandem with his mouth, dragging a long moan from me.
"Your moans are the most beautiful sounds in the world. I hear them in my sleep, and I wake up missing you."
A whimper left me, and I felt my body start to tense up in preparation for an orgasm. It surprised me, but I threw my head back, sensations assaulting my body as I came. No longer wanting to wait, I reached my hand down and rubbed the outside of his jeans, receiving a moan into my skin.
"Fuck, beautiful."
"Nicco, I need you. I need your cock inside me and stretching me."
"Fucking hell."
I finished undoing his pants from earlier and yanked down his zipper. Nicco was working on mine as well, and it was an unspoken competition to see who could get the other out of their pants quicker. Pushing his boxers down, his cock sprung free, and I wrapped my hand around the thick base.
At my touch, Nicco stilled, panting into my shoulder. I continued to pump him up and down, and a switch flipped in him. One second, I was stroking his cock in long pulls, rubbing my thumb over the tip, and the next, I was flipped around, my feet settling on the floor as he shoved my slacks the rest of the way down.
I barely had time to brace myself before he slammed inside of me with great force. Nicco's hands gripped my hips, and I was sure to have fingerprint marks afterward. Laying across the desk, I grabbed the other edge to brace myself from the impact as he pounded into me.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he moaned. "Jesus, Loren, you're so wet and tight. I couldn't wait a moment longer to feel your heat around me."
Damn, his words skirted the edge of poetic and dirty making me crave him even more.
"Yeeessss," I moaned, my sounds taking on a life of their own. There was no doubt everyone heard us at this point, and though I should be embarrassed, I couldn't find the energy to care, not when Nicco was bringing my body to incredible heights.
In quick succession, my body tightened, and I soared over into another orgasm as my body felt like it exploded into a million pleasure particles. Nicco slammed into me one last time, the force so great the desk moved as he pulled me tight to him when he emptied into me. Panting, he released my hips to fall next to me on the desk as we laid there trying to return to Earth.
"Shit," he cursed.
"Huh?" I mumbled. My brain wasn't functioning fully yet.
"I forgot to use a condom. I'm so sorry, Loren. I promise I'm clean, and if anything happens, I'm not going to abandon you."
Sobering reality slammed into me. My body tensed, and Nicco felt it. Slowly, he lifted off me and withdrew. I stayed face down, not ready to have this conversation. Nicco, thinking I was upset, softly turned and lifted me until he cradled me in his arms. Walking around the desk, he sat us down on the couch, both of us naked, but he didn't seem to care about that.
"I'm sorry, Loren. I wasn't thinking. I'll get the morning-after pill and get tested. Whatever you need, I'll do it. Just don't shut me out."
Lifting my head, I caressed his cheek, wanting to comfort him. This wasn't about any of that, and I didn't want him to freak out.
"It's not that, Nicco. I'm not upset about what happened. It's just… I hadn't thought I would need to have this conversation so soon, you know."
"Whatever it is, you can tell me."
His voice was soft and comforting, and I knew I could tell him. Nodding, I took a big breath before sharing my deepest shame.
"You don't have to get the pill or worry about dealing with it later."
"Okay…"
"You don't have to worry because… I can't."