“Slide down the straps.” His cock glistens against his palm, but it could almost be that we don’t speak the same language. Until he tugs one strap, pulling it from my shoulder, and the words finally sink in.
“You’re so fucking perfect.” I slide the other silk strap down and Niko pulls the lace to my waist and takes my breasts into his hands. There’s something about being half undressed that’s infinitely dirtier than being completely naked as his large hand cups my breast. “You make me want to defile every inch of you.” I shiver as his thumbs brush over the hard pebble of my nipples, arching from the sofa, silently willing him to use his mouth.
“Yes.” I lick my lips. “Do it.”
“I want to own you all. From your soft heart to the velvet of your cunt.” The words and sentiments pulse hotly through me, my body jolting as the sensation reverberates through me. “I want to come in your sweet mouth, and spill over your hand. I want to slide my cock between the cleft of your ass and make you moan.”
“Niko, please.” I see it all. I want it all.
“I want to fuck these,” he rasps, pressing my breasts high, before dipping once more to lick them with the flat of his tongue. “I want to do it all and I don’t know where to start.”
“We have time,” I whisper, earning me his blazing blue, calculating gaze.
“Yes, because you’re mine now Isla. You understand I’m never letting you go.”
“Niko,” I moan, undulating under him.
“Tell me you hear me,” he demands. “Tell me you’re mine.”
“That works both ways,” I counter, desperately trying to pull him closer.
“Yes, it does.” His pleased words whisper across my mouth, my body jolting as he swipes the pads of his thumbs across my nipples again.
“Do you think you can still come like this?” he asks suddenly as he presses his cock to my nipple. A pearly white bead glistens at the tip, stretching between us and making me moan. The way his eyes burn make me feel as though my most private thoughts are exposed. No man has ever been like this with me, no man has ever made me crave such wickedness. But it’s too embarrassing to admit that, but for his attentions, my breasts have long been neglected in all forms. Or that they’re more sensitive now than they ever were.
“I asked you a question,” he says, rubbing his smooth crown against me as he kneads, squeezes, skims.
“Y-yes. I think so.”
“Let’s see, shall we?”
Then I’m suddenly on my back, stretched out across the sofa. Fire rushes through my veins as he takes my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue over the tight peak. Tongue. Sucking. Turning my mind and my will to mush.
He looks so serious as he taps two fingers to my lips in an instruction. I open, forcing back a moan as he slides them inside, in then out, he works them with a steady kind of pressure.
“Suck, darling,” he coaxes, and I do. I suck and lap, I fellate his fingers as I had his cock. He stares down me with such possession and I soak that look in, whimpering as his fingers leave a wet trail over my chin. His fingers ghost down over my chest and between my heavy, sensitive breasts, my pleasure spiking when he scissors them over my nipple. My God, wet fingers. They’re like a secret weapon, sliding and petting, making me throb with pleasure.
“Good?” His expression is pure carnality as he blows a cooling breath over each of my glistening nipples.
Distant thunder rumbles in the background as I nod, his attentions stealing my breath and my words. Warm, rubbing fingers, cool breath, and wet mouth, unspool me like a reel of cotton. As Niko licks and sucks, my body bows and twists with pleasure and I cry out, sliding my hands into his hair as though to stop myself from falling, the pleasure heady as between my legs pulses, aching and empty.
Niko grasps my ankle, as though suddenly reading my thoughts. He slides it wider before his fingers make a soft path up my leg. Finding me soaking, his fingers slide inside with such ease and such depth, I arch from the bed with a cry.
“Oh, Niko.” I throb literally everywhere.
“That’s it, darling, milk my fingers.” His mouth, his fingers, and his sweet, filthy urgings push me over the edge. I cry and I twist, my reactions pure and unguarded—I come so hard, his mouth at my breast and his fingers wedged deep inside me.
Soft licks and touches, Niko gentles me, kissing his way up my body as reality edges its way back in. I turn my head, embarrassed at my body’s betrayal when I find his fingers at my chin.
“Don’t look away from me. You’re mine and I want to see that in your eyes every time your eyes meet mine.”