Nico searches my face for another second, then captures my mouth in a deep, hungry kiss.
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
Nico
I kiss her like I’ve been starving for her. Because I have.
Her lips are soft, warm, and so responsive, parting for me instantly, welcoming my tongue as I stroke deep into her mouth. She tastes like sin and sweetness.
I groan into the kiss, one hand cupping the back of her head while the other slides down her body, gripping her waist, pulling her closer until there’s nothing between us but heat and need.
She grinds against me shamelessly, her bare pussy rubbing along my cock, coating me in her slickness. Every roll of her hips undoes me a little more.
I don’t understand how she does this to me, how one woman has ever made me lose every ounce of the control I’ve spent years building.
I break the kiss only to trail my mouth down her neck, sucking and biting at her pulse point, then lower, over her collarbone, the swell of her breasts.
I take one nipple into my mouth, sucking hard, flicking it with my tongue while my hand palms the other. She arches into me with a broken moan, fingers threading through my hair, pulling me closer.
I keep going lower, and settle between her thighs, pushing them wide open. The sight of her, pink, wet, glistening pussy makes my mouth water.
I lean in and drag my tongue slowly up her slit, tasting her properly. She’s sweet and tangy, addictive. I groan against her pussy, the vibration making her hips jerk.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” I rasp, burying my face deeper. I lick her in long, hungry strokes from her entrance to her clit, then sucking the swollen bud into my mouth.
“Oh… Nico…”
I push my tongue inside her, fucking her with it while my thumb circles her clit. She’s dripping down my chin, soaking my face,and I can’t get enough. I could eat her for hours and never tire of it. She’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted.
Eleonora cries out, thighs trembling around my head. She’s shameless now, grinding against my face, riding my tongue like she needs it to breathe. I add a finger, curling it deep inside her, stroking that spot that makes her scream my name.
“Nico—oh fuck, Nico?—!”
She comes hard, back arching off the bed, screaming my name loud enough that I’m sure the whole house hears her. Her pussy clamps down on my finger, gushing all over my tongue.
I don’t stop. I lap at her greedily, sucking on her clit until she’s shaking and whimpering, oversensitive and breathless.
Only then do I pull back, lips and chin glistening with her. I crawl up her body and kiss her deeply. She moans into my mouth, tasting herself on my tongue, and the sound makes my cock throb painfully.
She’s writhing beneath me now, legs wrapped around my waist, grinding her soaked pussy against my cock.
“Please,” she begs against my lips, voice broken and needy. “Nico, please… fuck me.”
I groan, forehead pressed to hers, fighting for the last shred of control I have left.
I don’t want to fuck her hard tonight. I want to savor her. Kissing her slow and deep, I sink into her, inch by inch.
Her tight heat envelops me, pulling me in like she was made for me. She gasps into my mouth, a soft, broken sound that goes straight to my cock. I groan against her lips, fighting the urge to thrust deep and claim her roughly.
She’s so fucking tight. So warm. So wet. Every slow push makes her walls flutter around me, gripping me tight.
“Fuck, baby,” I breathe against her mouth. “You feel so good. So tight around me.”
I start moving, long, slow strokes, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in deep. I want her to feel every inch. Every ridge. I want her to remember exactly who’s inside her.
Her breasts bounce gently with each thrust, and I lean down, capturing one nipple in my mouth. I suck hard, then bite down lightly, soothing it with my tongue. She cries out, back arching, fingers threading through my hair.
“Nico…” she moans, legs wrapping tighter around my waist.
