I can’t steady my breathing. It’s impossible, so I stop trying. Nico’s lips are searing a path down my inner thighs as he slides off my jeans. My stomach clenches with every tiny kiss he leaves in his wake. His hands grasp the back of my legs, spreading them, giving him full access to the one place that is reserved only for him. It’s always been his. Always and forever.
He pushes the matching hot pink lace panties aside, and dips two fingers inside of me. They slide in so easily, and my hips rock against them, creating the friction I so badly crave. Except it’s not his fingers I yearn for. What seems like seconds later, they’re gone and my body immediately clenches, the loss of his touch damn-near making me scream out in frustration. “Nico…”
I let out a loud gasp as his tongue delves into my wet heat, his fingers gripping my ass tight. “Oh my God,” I moan, limp once again against the counter. He pushes me into his mouth, his tongue plundering my core, stripping me of any possible hesitation I might have carried in here tonight. Nothing about this could possibly be wrong when it feels so incredibly amazing, right? Fuck, no. That would be much too cruel.
He drinks in my desire, my tiny mewls spurring him on. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into the fabric of his shirt…the shirt I am desperate to tear off his body. When the screams come, they reverberate through my body along with the intense euphoria I’ve only read about in books. But holy crap…I could never write about this. Putting into words the intense feeling of sheer elation coupled with the most incredible and explosive sensations that make me believe God is, indeed, a woman…it would be impossible.
Of course, there is one little factor that makes the waves of pleasure rolling through me that much more consuming…the undying love I have for the man who is currently between my legs, catapulting me into the heavens with his deliciously devious tongue.
NICO
She pushes her hips upward,my mouth still feasting on her sweet pussy because I can’t get enough of her.
I always knew I’d be a fucking goner after just one taste.
I was right, and everything about this is so goddamn wrong.
Her body quivers in my grip, her skin smooth as silk under the pads of my fingertips. I dig my fingers into her soft flesh, moaning as I lap up every last drop of her juices. She lowers her body to the floor until we are face to face. Her cheeks are stained a deep pink and her eyes…Jesus, the Hope Diamond doesn’t have enough facets to sparkle as brightly. I swallow hard as her legs straddle me. Those luscious tits pressed against me, rubbing just enough, beckoning my fingers to tweak the nipples. Shaye lets out a tiny gasp and then collapses against me, laying her head on my shoulder.
My cock is damn near ready to explode, my stiff length stretching tight against my pants. But this fucking fabric is preventing me from getting close to the place I long to be. I drag my fingers down her torso and flick her clit before slipping two fingers deep into her pussy again. She shudders against me, thrusting her hips against my now-soaked fingers. I reach around her head and gently fist her hair, forcing it backward and giving my lips access to the slope of her neck. My tongue is out of my mouth before I can give the order to attack. It wastes no time sampling every inch of her supple skin and I plunge a third finger into her core. Her moans get louder every time I force my fingers deeper, her nails digging into my shirt.
My shirt. Dammit. I need to get it the hell off, along with everything else that’s keeping me from diving into her slick and sinful entrance.
I’ve never met a woman who can undo me with so little effort, and I’ve had the some of the hottest pussy all over the world. Nobody has ever done to me what Shaye does every time she so much as looks at me.
I allow my eyes to flutter closed, focusing on her body writhing against my fingers. I keep one hand on the small of her back as she fucks my fingers, pressing her closer to me. If I only have a few hours with her, I’m going to make every second count.
Fuck the hot chocolate.
When she falls against my chest, breathless and heaving for the second time, I nuzzle her ear with my lips. “I’d like to go three for three, that is, if you’re up for it.”
That gets her attention. She sits straight up and flips her tangled waves over one shoulder. The looks she gives me…fuck. I fully expected to have an Incredible Hulk moment with my cock busting out of my pants in exchange for that look. Must be some pretty strong fibers holding these jeans together.
A seductive smile lifts the corners of her swollen lips and she rises from her position, hands held out, ready to bring me to her level, but I’m already there. The palms of my hands run the length of her torso, pausing only to cup her perfect breasts. I take each taut nipple into my mouth, flicking and suckling them until I hear that all-too-familiar squeal escape her mouth. She reaches around my head and pulls the back of my hair to detach my mouth from her tits.
“Not cool,” I murmur. “I was enjoying that.”
“Me, too,” she breathes, sidling even closer to me. “But maybe we can do something else instead?”
Oh, hell yes. Beg me. Saves me the trouble of falling to my knees and doing the very same thing since another second without her body plastered against mine is the worst form of torture to endure. I fucking love how into this she is…how she trusts me, how she wants to experience this with me. Only with me. My breath hitches when I see the expression of nervousness flicker in her eyes. Christ, I never want to see it again. I have a lot to prove to this girl, and it starts now. I need to make her understand that she’s everything to me and more than I could have ever imagined or dreamed about.
I loop my arms around her waist and hoist her into my arms. She locks her legs around my waist, rubbing herself against my hard cock, the cock which is still pulsating against my pants “Not so innocent anymore, huh?” I groan, the friction deepening the ache in my balls.
She cups the sides of my face and presses her lips against mine, forcing them open with her hungry tongue and plundering my mouth with a voracity I’d have never expected from her. I guess I got my answer…
I can’t get her into my bedroom fast enough, so I opt for the guest room. It’s right off of the kitchen, and it has a very large, very plush, and much more accessible, king-sized bed, just waiting to be broken in. I kick open the door and ignore the light switch even though my feet have already crashed into various pieces of furniture scattered around the perimeter of the room. I don’t care. I can take the pain. Hell, I’d suffer a lot more for the chance to be balls deep inside of Shaye again.
I lay her on the bed, our lips still firmly connected. My hands cannot get enough of her soft skin. Her toned muscles twitch and tighten under my touch, and her arms tighten around my waist. “You have on too many clothes. I want to feel you inside of me, but I can’t let you go,” she whispers against my mouth, her lips nipping at mine.
“I don’t want to let go, either.” I run a hand through her hair. Even in its tousled state, it’s so silky, sliding easily between my fingers. I bring one of my hands to the buttons on my shirt and unfasten them as fast as humanly possible, sliding out one arm and then another while keeping her mouth thoroughly occupied.
Her fingers move from my waist to the front of my pants, and she fumbles a little with the belt buckle, finally pulling open the belt and sliding it off. It falls to the floor, the buckle cracking on the hardwood. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs. Uncertainty now commands her fingers as she slowly unbuttons my pants. They shake a bit against my abdomen. She’s hot, bothered, and scared. She may want this, but her last experience wasn’t exactly the best one to start out with, and if that’s creeping back into her mind, I need to eradicate it once and for all. She needs a new memory, a fucking heart-stopping, toe-curling one that will forever brand her.
I pull away slightly to slide my pants and boxers to the floor. Stepping out of them, I watch her watching me as she shifts on the mattress. She is perfection. The curves of her tan body are splayed over the bright white comforter, her legs bent and laying to the side, full breasts just begging me for a quick nip. A finger flies up to her lips, and she nibbles at her already-chipped nail polish, a tentative smile lifting her lips. “Is there usually such a long break between foreplay and the actual…you know…thing?”
I smirk and kneel over her on the bed. “It depends. I could stare at you forever and never lay a finger on you.” I smooth back a strand of her hair. “You’re gorgeous, Shaye.”
“Nico….” She runs her hands down my side, pausing at my hip and then sliding back up toward my chest.