I kissed the inside of her thigh. She parted her legs before I asked, and her scent hit me.
My teeth ached.
I breathed through it.
Nella’s fingers brushed my jaw. “You’re holding back.”
“Yes.”
“Is it because you’re scared of me or scared for me?”
I looked up at her.
She sat on the counter with her hair falling out of the scarf, her top open, her mouth swollen from mine, and her bar saved behind us. She deserved the truth every time.
“Both,” I said.
Her expression softened. “Then start with your hands.”
I started with my hands, slow and focused.
I slid one hand between her thighs and stroked over her through the lace. She inhaled sharply. Her knees opened more, and her heel pressed into my back.
“Like this?” I asked.
“Yes. Keep doing that.”
Her voice had changed. She was still Nella, still bossy, but wanting had worn down the edges.
I pushed the lace aside and touched her.
She was wet and hot against my fingers, and I went still with the need to be inside her. I stayed where she’d put me. I found her clit with my thumb and slid two fingers into her, watching her lips part as she took me.
“Nico,” she said.
“I’ve got you.”
“I know.”
My hand faltered for half a second. She didn’t pull away.
I worked her with my fingers while her hips moved into my hand. She stopped trying to be quiet fast, because Nella didn’t do anything halfway once she decided she wanted it. Her fingers dug into my shoulder. Her head tipped back, curls slipping loose, throat bared.
I kept my mouth away from the mark.
I would wait until she asked.
Her thighs began to tremble. She rolled her hips harder, chasing my hand, and I bent to take her nipple in my mouth again. She swore, tight and sweet. Her pussy clenched around my fingers.
“Come for me,” I said.
“That sounded like an instruction.”
“That was a request.”
“You’re getting better at those.”
I circled her clit harder with my thumb.
