Page 111 of Spring Break Fling

Icouldn’t believe those three words had just tumbled out of Nikko’s mouth so casually, like he was commenting on the weather. Love. Such a simple word with such massive implications.

My heart raced as I kissed him back, feeling his hard body pressed against mine. The kitchen counter was cold under my backside, but Nikko’s hands were warm, tracing patterns on my skin that sent shivers through me. His hands roamed over my body as we kissed passionately. I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer. His lips moved to my neck, planting hot kisses along my throat. I tilted my head back with a soft moan, melting for him.

Lust, desire, and love were a heady combination. I had never wanted him more than I did right that moment in my kitchen. I jerked his shirt up, exposing his torso. His arms stretched up to allow me to rip the shirt from his body. The brief separation of our mouths left us ravenous. Our lips met again and again like we couldn’t get enough. Our tongues danced, entwined, and explored each other’s mouths with a fiery passion.

He slid his hands up my thighs and pushed my legs open. The pretty dress I wore was one my mother had bought for me a year ago. The skirt was long and flowy. I rarely pulled it out of the closet. It wasn’t quite my style for work but it was working tonight, giving him easy access.

“I’m starving,” he murmured.

“Me too.”

He picked me up easily off the counter, laughing as he carried me into the living room. He deposited me on the couch while he went to his knees in front of me.

His hand pushed against my chest, pressing me against the cushions. Once again, he opened my legs and pulled at my panties. I lifted my hips while he jerked them down my body.

I watched as he kissed one knee and then the next, edging ever closer to my aching center.

He met my eyes. “You’re so beautiful, Hannah,” he breathed.

His lips moved up my thigh, sending chills down my spine. I writhed underneath him. I didn’t think I would ever be prepared for the way he could make me feel from just a few simple words and touches. He took his time, teasing me with soft kisses and gentle licks until I thought I would scream from the pleasure coursing through me.

“Please,” I whispered, arching into his touch.

He licked me once more before replacing his fingers with his tongue, tasting me for the first time. It was unlike anything else—warm and wet and intoxicating. My body bucked as he lapped at my folds, making the most delicious sounds with each stroke of his tongue. It was humbling and thrilling, knowing he had this power over me.

Each groan that escaped my lips only seemed to encourage him more. It felt good to let go and lean into it. To trust him completely. He was showering me with affection and making love to me like he couldn’t get enough.

I reached down and ran my fingers through his hair, pulling gently while moaning his name. His hands found my breasts again, squeezing just hard enough to leave red marks on my skin later on. He bit down lightly on my clit, causing a wave of pleasure so intense I saw stars. “Fuck,” I cursed, pushing myself against him harder.

He chuckled, the sound vibrating against my pussy. He licked me again before pushing two fingers inside me, stretching me deliciously.

“You make me crazy, Hannah.”

Hearing him whisper that against my pussy was the most erotic thing I’d ever experienced.

Fuck. I was lost in him and didn’t want to be found. I gripped his hair tighter, wanting this feeling to last forever.

“I love you,” I breathed out, holding on to him as if my life depended on it. His tongue swirled circles around my clit before sliding inside my core one last time, hitting a spot that did me in immediately. I screamed his name as pleasure overtook me completely.

As the waves of pleasure subsided, he kissed his way up my body, taking his time again. His tongue traced the seam of my lips before slipping into my mouth. Our tongues tangled together and we sighed in contentment against each other’s lips.

With trembling hands, I undid his jeans. I wanted all of him. He hiked up my dress while I tried to push his jeans down at the same time. We were both frantic. Desperate to be together.

Our panting breaths mingled as we fought to get each other’s clothes off. I didn’t think it was possible, but my desire for him only grew stronger. The moment his thick cock sprang free, I was on my knees in front of him, taking him into my mouth.

He groaned loudly, his fingers digging into my hair. I sucked on him slowly, savoring the taste of him. His hips jerked forward, filling my mouth more, every time I took him deep. My tongue traced circles around the vein running down the length of his shaft, teasing him mercilessly.

He turned and flopped onto the couch. I went right back to where I had been, my lips around his cock, and took him over and over. He pulled me up to straddle him, his hands running over my body possessively. My core was wet with anticipation as he lined himself up with my entrance.

With one thrust, he was inside me, filling me completely. My back arched as he buried himself to the hilt. I grabbed his shoulders and moved my hips back and forth, riding him. My knees dug into the couch cushions as I tried to take him deeper.

“You feel so good,” I moaned, loving the feeling of being so fully claimed.

His eyes never left mine as he slowly began to pick up speed. Our hips met in a steady rhythm that matched my pounding heart. He reached up and pinched my nipples, sending shudders down my spine. His mouth found my neck and his lips moved over my skin, leaving little kisses in their wake.

We moved together, lost in our passion for each other. Pleasure coursed through me like lightning every time he hit that spot inside me. It didn’t take long before I felt that familiar tightening in my core, signaling I was close.

His name escaped my lips as I orgasmed hard around him. He followed soon after, his body jerking underneath me as he filled my mouth with his cries of release.