Something nudged me from behind right before I was pulled into the chest behind me. It took a moment to remember where I was, but as the orgasmic encounter flitted across my memory, all I could do was smile. I had sex last night. I had sex with a man who wasn't my husband, er, ex-husband. In fact, it was amazing, mind-melting, toe-curling sex.
Confidence I'd long forgotten surged to the surface, and for a brief period, I didn't feel the crushing weight of a new day. I wouldn't say I was magically happy now, but it felt a little less hopeless. Almost as if the sun was peeking through the clouds a diminutive amount, and I could see the flower of hope starting to peek through the hardened snow-covered ground. Everything in my life still felt heavy and bleak, but perhaps, for once, not so lonely.
Hands began to roam my body as I fully awoke and felt his cock rub against my ass. I was surprised when my arousal flooded me with desire. Nicco and I were still naked, and as I laid in his arms, a realization occurred to me. I experienced a lot of firsts last night.
It might seem strange to think I still had firsts to encounter at thirty-two. Then again, if last night was anything to go by, my life had been sheltered in ways I'd never known. Brian had been my first and only boyfriend, lover, and heartbreak, and I'd always considered that to be a good thing.
I'd made a lot of assumptions and compromises now that I thought about it. Having no one to compare him to, I'd accepted that some things were only in romance novels and movies and that real men didn't do them. Maybe the most glaring was assuming our sex life was great and adventurous. I'd been led so fucking astray. If the sex last night was any indicator, I had a lot to learn. Starting with how the small things were just as vital as the toe-curling orgasms.
Brian didn't cuddle, and after sex, would roll over and fall asleep. There was no tender care or softness, and there definitely weren't any naked sleeping or morning romp opportunities. As sad as it sounded, we'd become a Saturday and Wednesday sex schedule couple, and if we missed a night, I wasn't upset. It had become as dull as our life.
The kissing on my nape intensified, and the early morning philosophical thoughts evaporated as goosebumps covered my skin. Nicco's hands started to roam up my front, heading for my breasts, and cupped them when he made contact. Earlier than I expected, I was on the verge of an orgasm. This was another first.
It was a rare occasion I would cum during sex with Brian, and never two times in the same night. Now, I was about to cum again in just a ten-hour or so span, which fucking blew my mind. Brian always made me feel as if I was the problem. But according to Nicco's skills, that was not the case.
As he twisted my nipple in one hand and plunged his fingers in my wet cunt with the other, I fell apart within seconds.
"Holy shit," I breathed as I came down from the best type of wake-up call.
"Morning, beautiful," Nicco purred and kissed the space between my collarbone and neck.
It would forever be known as Heaven with how amazing it felt to be kissed there. All my insides liquified to goo from his kiss alone. I shivered in response, and I could feel him smile against me. Fucking hell, this guy. He was the type of guy you wanted for a one-night stand, but I was starting to wonder what he'd be like as... more.
Flipping around, I took in a sleepy Nicco. His hair was ruffled all over, the dark strands falling into his piercing grey-blue eyes. I traced the tattoos on his chest with my hand, going over the outline of a Celtic symbol on his pec.
"Did you sleep okay?" he whispered.
"Um, hmm."
"I grabbed your bag. I hope you don't mind, but I plugged your phone in with an extra charger I had. I didn't know what your schedule was like and didn't want you to miss anything or be without your phone."
The skip in my heart I felt last night briefly resurfaced as I contemplated his thoughtful gesture. Tears sprang to my eyes, and I hid my head in his chest, embarrassed about my reaction.
"Beautiful, look at me. It's okay. You don't have to hide from me."
Why was that the most profound and romantic thing anyone had ever said to me?The tears I'd held at bay a few seconds earlier were no longer contained and started to flow down my cheeks. Instead of Nicco becoming uncomfortable, annoyed, or even upset with me over them, he just brushed them off with his thumb in a gentle motion.
"Ssh, I got you."
He kissed my forehead, my cheeks, my nose, and then my mouth. I tasted my tears on his lips, and that comforted me for some reason. It was like he was taking my tears for himself and turning them into something else. I was about to open my mouth to take the kiss further when my alarm to wake up went off, jolting me in his embrace. Chuckling at the reaction, I rolled over to the nightstand where he'd set my phone and hit the stop button.
The sheet had moved with me, so when I turned back, it was to the beautiful landscape of ink along Nicco's body. My eyes drifted down as I took them all in, and I found his very erect dick standing at full attention. He'd laid back, arms propped behind his head with his muscles and tattoos on display—the very picture of sex mere inches from me. He must've felt my stare because he turned his eyes on me, and I audibly gasped at the amount of desire I saw reflected.
Had Brian ever looked at me this way? No, he absolutely had not. I was briefly speechless as I drank in everything Nicco had to offer. The surreal nature of waking up next to a beautiful naked man who wanted to ravage me struck me, and for a moment, I felt like I was living someone else's life.
"Do you have work today?"
It took a minute for the words to penetrate the arousal surrounding me, but when a fucking sex Adonis was lying next to me on display, all casual-like, it was really hard not to lose focus.
"Mmhm," I bit my lip, concentrating on what I had for today. Work, right that place I went to, and kickboxing because it was Thursday.
If the satisfaction of rubbing it in Mr. Surly's face each time I showed up wasn't so gratifying, I might've skipped tonight if it meant I got another Nicco workout. Clearing my head, I focused back on the present only to be met by a grinning Nicco, and I couldn't help but match him with my own.
"Yeah, I have clients to see today, and then I have kickboxing tonight."
Nicco rolled closer to me, pulling our bodies flush, his dick nesting against my stomach. I wanted to grab it and slip it into me, but I focused on his smile instead. If I got sexed up before work, I would never leave this bed. Let's face it, I wasn't that strong. What woman would be?
"Kickboxing? That's hot. I didn't get to ask last night, being all consumed by your lips, but what kind of therapy do you do?"