Another heavenly swipe of his tongue and that extra bit of attention to my clit has me eager to comply. “Nico… Nico… Nico…” The litany falls from my lips as he laps at me.
His hand slides in to join his tongue, massaging my clit as his tongue probes my opening. “Does this please you?” His voice is so gruff and sexy. I nod helplessly before closing my eyes to focus on the sensation.“Bene,”he murmurs against my thigh. “I want your juices coating my tongue. Will you give your husband what he wants, wife?"
"Yes."
"Say my name.”
“Nico.”
“See? You want to be my good girl.”
I shoot him an annoyed look, making him chuckle, but I can’t stay annoyed when he slides his tongue inside, tasting me and teasing me. It’s a strange invasion but pleasurable.
When his finger takes its place, I tense. It hurts a bit. But he starts rapidly flicking my clit with his tongue just so, and the gentle in-and-out exploration soon feels good. He dips down to lick my pussy again, filthy words of praise dripping from his lips.
“I need to prepare you for my cock,” he husks, and two fingers slip inside.“Fuck…You’re going to drive me out of my mind.”
My brow furrows at his complaint, but he peppers the inside of my thighs with kisses before unleashing more of his wicked tongue’s magic. Fast little flicks before pressing down and his fingers are pressing, too, finding some hidden place that steers me toward a sharp and tantalizing precipice.
“Yes,tesoro,”he groans, lapping up more of my arousal. “Dammi tutto,give me all of it.”
Surrendering, I step off the cliff, happily tumbling into the void as my back arches and my toes curl. Lazily, I float in that sweet nothingness, only vaguely aware that Nico is peeling off my stockings as he continues to lick me clean.
My face is warm but not with shame when I come back to myself enough to speak. “That was…”
I cannot find the words, not in any language, so I reach for his face, cupping his scarred cheek.
And he bolts to his feet so quickly I’m certain we’re about to be attacked.
“Do you wish to stop?”
The unexpected question, the sudden break from our intimacy throws me off balance, but I manage to shake my head.
He frowns before seeming to give himself a mental shake. “Okay.” He reaches for the light switch, and we’re bathed in darkness. “Come.”
He lifts me off the counter and carries me into the bedroom, throwing back the duvet and placing me on the dark satin sheets. Curious, I watch him unbuckle his belt, dropping it to the ground and kicking off his shoes. Oh, I like this show. I saw him in the shower but not enough. I want to see it all tonight.
Instead, he dims the lights in here as well until I can barely make out his form.
“Why?” I ask.
“Because.”
That is no answer, but the rustling sound of fabric tells me he’s stripping out of the rest of his clothes. Does he think the sight of his penis will frighten me that much? I’m innocent, but I’m not uneducated.
None of my arguments make it past my lips because the bed dips with his weight and I hear a sound I can’t place, a rip and crinkling noise. I'm tense again, recalling the stranger’s gloved hands. “I’m putting on a condom. It’s not latex.”
I exhale slowly. “Will you want more children?” It’s probably not sexy of me to bring it up now, but shouldn’t we discuss it?
“Would you want that?” he replies, surprising me.
“My stepmother said the man decides.”
“What did we say about her?” I bite my lip, giggling softly. “If you want them, we’ll have them.”
My heart swells with hope of what might be. “Someday,” I decide. “Not now. Not next year.”
“Okay. There’s plenty of time for that. I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, his solid form gingerly lowering on top of me. His body is warm, and the feel of his skin thrills me, and I like the prickle of his chest hairtickling my breasts. “Spread your legs.” I do, anxious and flustered but too eager for the experience to refuse.
