Nikki tilts her head to the side, granting me access, offering herself to me.
I smile, pleased that she has fallen under my trance. My heart hammers in my chest as my tongue teases and sucks her breasts. I want to savor every second, prove to her that staying here is what she wants and not an obligation.
She can’t leave.
I won’t let her.
But I want her desire to stay to be stronger than my need for her to be here.
My head is cloudy, my thoughts slipping fast out of my reach. I drop down to the floor of the shower—the water pounds at my back.
I guide her legs farther apart and lick her slit. She shudders, and I’ve only just begun.
“Not yet, Kitten,” I say. “You’ll come when I give you permission.”
She whimpers in protest. Her fingers tangle in my hair.
“Dante,” she whispers my name. It’s like heaven to my ears and makes my cock rock hard. I have to control myself if I want this to last, and I desperately do. I want her craving more from me when we’re done, begging me for release.
“When was the last time you came?” I ask. My tongue laps at her folds and along her slit. Her wetness seeps out, a silent admission of her desire. I tease her clit, flicking it slowly with my tongue, barely grazing it at first.
She doesn’t answer me.
“Was it with me?” I ask. My tongue grazes higher, circling her tiny pearl.
Her breathing quickens.
“Or did you touch yourself?” I stare up at her.
“Oh, God,” she groans. The redness from the shower is nothing in comparison to the blush that stains her cheeks.
I guide one and then two fingers inside of her warmth.
“Did you touch yourself since you’ve been here, under my roof?” I ask.
Her eyes slam shut, and she tightens onto my digits. “Look at me,” I command.
When she doesn’t obey, I withdraw my fingers and slowly pull my lips from her heated core.
She gasps and trembles, struggling to stand. I shut off the shower and lift her over my shoulder, carrying her into my bedroom.
“Dante?”
“You didn’t answer my question,” I say as I lay her on the bed on her stomach. I guide her bottom up into the air. “On all fours.”
My fingers stroke her perfectly round bottom before teasing her folds apart. “Do you want me?” I lean forward, my breath teasing her ear.
“Yes,” she whispers. Her answer is raspy and thick. Each breath Nikki takes is heavy, and her soft gasps turn quickly to moans as I position my cock at her entrance.
“Tell me you want me to fuck you.” It takes every amount of self-restraint to keep from plunging into her. I’d usually grab a condom, but it seems a worthless investment now, seeing as how I’ve already knocked her up.
“Yes, I want you to fuck me,” she purrs.
Her words are the perfect sweet harmony that I’ve ever heard. I guide myself inside of her tightness and reach around, teasing her clit with each thrust.
Nikki’s head falls forward as her back arches. I can already feel her orgasm building as she trembles against my cock.
“Not yet,” I warn and glide out of her.