LOREN
The moment I was alone with Nicco in the elevator, I shoved him up against the wall and kissed him. He resisted for all of two seconds before his tongue was tangling with mine as well. The rest of the benefit had been a slow torture of dancing and eating, then the excruciatingly long limo ride where he ran his fingers up and down my arm casually as he held me. If Jude and Imogen hadn’t been in that limo, I would’ve had two nights of car sex.
Something told me limo sex would need to be added to the must-have sex list I’d just made in my mind.
Temptation to have elevator sex was high, but I wanted it to last longer with Nicco. It was like our first time all over again, and something about that concept excited me. We were getting a second chance, and it meant everything to me. And this time, I wasn’t as hesitant or shy as I’d been the first night.
Nicco’s hands cupped the globes of my ass, squeezing firmly through my dress, and I moaned into his mouth. He broke away for a second, kissing along my jaw to whisper. “Are you sure, Loren? I don’t want you to feel like you have to.”
“Nicco, if you don’t fuck me in the next minute, I will go and pound on Sax’s door and have him fuck me up against yours. Is that what you want? Because what I want is to feel you inside me. I appreciate the concern, but I’m good. And I’ll be even better with your cock inside me. Is that okay with you?”
“Fuck, Beautiful.” He kissed me hard then, his cock thrusting toward me to show me how turned on he was. When the elevator stopped, he lifted me up before I could protest and marched out of it, a man on a mission. Looking down at me, he smirked.
“I don’t know what’s sexier. The fact you ask for what you want now in the dirtiest and most delicious way, or that you were willing to dole out some punishment there. I never thought I had a kink before, but I’m kind of liking Domme Loren with her masochistic tendencies.”
“Well, you can only blame yourself, as you were the one who taught me how to ask for what I needed.”
“You’re so right, Beautiful. I guess it’s time I remind you of that as well.”
His eyes heated more, and Nicco bent down to ensnare my bottom lip with his teeth. I was so transfixed by him, I didn’t notice we’d entered a room, and the next second I was tossed onto a surface. Nicco wasted no time and pounced on me the second I landed as a small yelp left me.
He captured it with his mouth, and his hands went to work, finding all the zippers and buttons on the dress. When he drew back, he had a smug look on his face, and when I glanced down, I understood why. Sitting up, the fabric slipped from my body into a pool of silk, leaving me in nothing but my underthings.
“Fuck, Loren. I made myself forget just how magnificent you looked.” My breath caught, the huskiness of his voice going straight to my pussy, the ache almost unbearable now as it throbbed with need. Lifting up a little, I pulled the dress out from under me and gently laid it to the side. I desperately wanted to get busy with Nicco, but the dress had cost a small fortune and deserved respect.
Nicco undid his bowtie, the strands hanging down, and I licked my lips. What was it about that look that just did it for me? He was still completely dressed as he kneeled over me, only his bowtie undone, and I wanted to melt into a puddle on the bed at how erotic it looked. He stepped off the bed, kicking his shoes, his eyes never leaving me. I took the chance to climb off the bed and moved the dress to a chair, carefully laying it out. When I turned back around, Nicco had his shirt off, now standing only in his tuxedo pants.
His eyes were hooded, and I watched as he licked his lips. Enjoying the seduction, I slowly brushed a strap off my shoulder and then the other before reaching back to unclasp my bra. Nicco swallowed as I slowly lowered the cups, dropping it to the floor. He stared for a long while, just taking them in as he breathed heavily.
“Fuck, I think your breasts have gotten even better since I last saw them.”
Tilting the corner of my lip up, I sat on the edge of the bed, practicing my best interpretation of a seductress. Spreading my legs, I ran my hands up my thighs, teasing my pussy as I hooked my thumbs into the fabric and slid them down. His eyes moved down to my wet center, and I worried his heart stopped for a second when he stood utterly still, not even making a sound. Once I dropped them on the floor, I scooted back on the bed and rested against the pillows. Feeling incredibly horny and confident, I spread my legs again, teasing myself through my tight curls as I touched my clit.
A moan escaped me, and he jerked forward, wrenching his own pants off and crawling toward me on the bed. My eyes fluttered closed as he neared, and I plunged a finger into my dripping wet cunt.
“Fuck, Beautiful, I think you’re going to kill me,” he breathed into my neck. Opening my eyes, I found him caging me in as he peered down at me, his arms to both sides of me. Remembering his new tattoo, I reached up, tracing my hands over the feather bent into the shape of a heart.
“It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as the woman I got it for.”
Something about that sentiment had my breath catching, and I looked up, finding the heat replaced with a different emotion in his eyes. I didn’t want to jinx myself, but it almost looked like love. Cupping his face, I pressed my lips to his, sharing this moment with him, reconnecting on all levels.
It didn’t take long for the kiss to turn heated as he greedily devoured my lips and tongue. He pulled me down to the bed, pressing his naked skin into mine, but continued to kiss me for a while. It was nice, the kisses expressing all the pain, regret, and hope we both had for us. It was a cleansing by a fire of our own creation, and I couldn’t think of a more perfect way for us to have it. I completely dropped all of my shields, forgiving him wholly, and surrendered to the first man who showed me the woman I could be.
Breaking the kiss, Nicco smoothed my hair back off my face, cupping my cheek as he stared down at me with love. It was so clear to see, and I was a fool if I denied it. “Beautiful, do you feel up for a little fun?”
“With you? Always. I trust you to know my limits. I’ve always felt safe in your arms, Nicco.”
He groaned, touching his temple to mine. I felt his dick rub against me as he rocked a little, hitting me just right. “Loren, you’re the most amazing woman. You make me feel like I could conquer the world. Hearing you say that makes me feel good because all I’ve ever wanted was to have someone feel that way with me, and you do it so effortlessly. I might be stupid for saying this, and it might be way too soon, but I don’t care. I know how short life can be, and not taking your chance when it’s staring at you right in the face is a colossal mistake. So, I’m going to do it and hope I don’t ruin anything.”
He paused for a second, searching my eyes, and opened his mouth again. But an urge rose up in me, and I found myself saying it first, needing to show him.
“I love you, Nicco.” He froze, blinking down at me with his mouth open. “Shit, was that not what you were going to say? You were probably going to suggest anal or something, weren’t you? Well, whatever, I don’t care if I embarrassed myself, because I do, I love you.”
He slammed his lips down to mine, his tongue waging war on my mouth. I felt the tip of his cock at my entrance, and I was done waiting. Wrapping my legs around his waist, I tightened them and pulled him to me. He slid in a little, halting himself with wide eyes as he stared at me.
“Shit, woman, I think you’re gonna kill me. There’s something I need to tell you.”