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Nico’s tongue buried inside me, as his fingers move to take up the position his tongue left, stroking over me in a circular motion that makes it all build up to a fever pitch.
Before I know it, all that build-up explodes inside of me, and waves of pleasure roll through me as I jerk and writhe uncontrollably, everything in the entire world destroyed but this one point of pleasure that has become my whole body.
Chapter Fifteen
Nico
I take in the most beautiful sight, Liliana sated and happy in front of me, lying on her back with a flush across her cheeks and her eyes closed in pleasure, a carnal pulse throbbing inside her as evidence of my work.
I give her more kisses right on that throbbing spot, and get to my feet, discreetly wiping my mouth and chin.
“Nico,” she breathes, her eyes fluttering open, and I can’t help but chuckle. I extend my hand towards her, helping her sit back up, still looking dazed and happy.
“Shall we eat?” I suggest, gesturing towards the tray of food that sits steadily going cold.
“Yes,” she agrees, sounding like she’s coming from far away, and I have to laugh at how slow her reactions are as I move to get the tray and bring it back.
She doesn’t dress again as she sits up on the bed, though the skirt of her dress falls down to cover her up. It’s a shame not to have that glorious view anymore, but I guess I should focus on the food. I’m still so hard it’s almost painful, but it doesn’t matter. Today, and tomorrow, are all about her. My needs don’t come into it.
I may have to take some action on my own when I get home to relieve this tension, but I won’t demand her help with it.
“Oh, my god,” Liliana says, at last, blushing deeply. “That was…”
“Just a taste,” I remind her, sitting on the bed facing her and serving up the food. It’s funny to eat like this, so informal, with only a bed as furniture. It makes me feel like I’m a student again. “Tomorrow, I promise you, it will be even better.”
“I can’t imagine how,” she says, blushing deeper again and then hiding her face behind her hands.
“Don’t,” I tell her.
“Don’t what?” she asks, her voice small and tight.
“Be embarrassed.” I reach out to pull her hands away from her eyes. “You say what you mean. I like that.”
“I don’t always mean to say it out loud,” she confesses, blinking her wide eyes up at me in her pink face.
I lean forward to kiss each of her cheeks in turn, unable to resist that blush any longer. “I like it,” I tell her again. “You should do it all the time.”
“I kind of do,” she says, laughing sheepishly. “Not on purpose, but it just comes out of my mouth. But, if you like it, I guess I’ll try not to be embarrassed.”
“That’s my girl,” I say, and wink at her. “Now, eat up. I need you to keep up your strength. Tomorrow is going to be exciting.”
I grin as she does, eating my own food with gusto. I didn’t even get to have my own satisfaction yet, and I’m ravenous all the same. I wolf the food down, finding it to be much better than expected – maybe just because I’m in such a good mood.
Of course, not a single bite of it tastes as good as her.
I don’t want to leave, but I know that I have to. If I stay here, I won’t hold to my promise. I won’t be able to go through the whole night without tearing off her clothes and claiming her – and besides, there’s only one bed. That would be a recipe for disaster.
“I’ll meet you in the morning,” I tell her, kissing her full on the mouth. “By the way – did you bring a swimsuit?”
“No,” Liliana says, her eyes wide. “There wasn’t enough room in my suitcase for everything, and we didn’t think…”
“No matter,” I tell her, leaning down for one more lingering kiss. She’s so delicious, I want to stay. I force myself to pull away and leave before I get so hard again I can’t walk down the hall. “In the morning, beautiful. Be ready for me.”
“I’ll be ready,” she breathes, and even though she’s inexperienced, there’s a light in her eyes that tells me she really will be.
Chapter Sixteen
Liliana
I wake up from a dream in which Nico’s body was over mine, pressing down on me, his hard length pressing into my thigh. The closest I’ve ever come to touching a man down there. The memory of his tongue and fingers all over me has me opening my eyes to feel a burning passion between my legs. When I touch myself, I find that I’m dripping wet.
