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“I think I like the sound of that,” I whispered in his ear.
With a growl, he rose to his knees and quickly divested me of my clothing. His gaze heated as he took in every change. Self-conscious, I tried to cover my breasts that had grown larger and reached for him.
“No,” he said as he followed my curves, old and new, with the butter-soft leather of his gloves. Gently, he removed my arm from my chest. He sucked in a sharp breath before dropping his head to circle my already puckered nipple. A whimper escaped me as he moved to the other as he plucked at the first with his fingers.
“I need you, Nico,” I begged.
Completely ignoring my request, he proceeded to slowly lick my most sensitive areas, ending with possessive nip of the tender flesh. He paused briefly to tenderly kiss the curve of my abdomen, but that wasn’t what this was about, so he moved on. When he spread my thighs, his heated breath hit my core, and I clutched his hair tightly.
“Mmm, is this what my baby wanted?” he murmured between carnal kisses to my pussy. By the time he gave a swipe of his tongue through my wet slit and around my throbbing clit, I was writhing in desperation.
“Nico! Please!”
“Not until you come on my tongue. I need to taste you, Jasmine. Let me lick every drop of your honey,” he said before he immediately went back to work. The man had mad skills with that mouth. My addled brain wondered if he was writing the alphabet or the words to his favorite song interspersed with thrusts into my core. Frankly, I didn’t care what he was doing as long as he kept doing it.
It was heavenly. So much so that the second he sucked on my oversensitive clit, I detonated. Back arching off the bed, fingers tangled in his midnight-black hair, I screamed as I exploded all over his tongue. Then he worked every last spasm from my achingly empty sheath.
As I lay there gasping, I shamelessly begged him again. “Please, Nico, I need you inside me. Please.”
One last swipe of his tongue sent a shudder through me before he climbed off the bed with a satisfied grin. Gaze hooded, I watched him slowly undress for me. Each section of inked skin he revealed literally had me salivating. He was a work of art, and I didn’t mean only the tattoos. Every chiseled inch appeared carved by Michelangelo himself.
A thud signaled his boots getting kicked off. The clink of his buckle was followed by the sound of his zipper before his jeans hit the floor. Thick and long, his cock bobbed as he kicked off his socks.
As he towered above me, I dropped a hand between my legs and watched him stroking himself. When he reached the end, he gave his wrist a slight twist and shiny precum dripped from the tip. The sloppy wet sound of my fingers slipping through the arousal that drenched me had his breath hitching.
“I’m not wearing a condom. I haven’t been with anyone but you since I left four months ago. I’m clean, and you’re already pregnant. I want to feel your tight, wet cunt sliding over my cock—gripping it because it was made for me.”
It wasn’t a question, but I nodded. “Yes, please.”
He gave me a wolfish smirk as he released his length and prowled up the bed to settle back between my legs. Those strong, inked hands lifted my calves and bent my knees as he spread my legs open. He gripped my wrist and removed my fingers from where they stroked my G-spot. Then he licked them clean, causing me to damn near orgasm again at the sight.
“Fuck, that’s a pretty pussy,” he said as he released my hand and let his shaft slide through the center of my soaked core. Then he gripped his length and slapped my clit with it a few times, making me whimper. My hips rose, intent on guiding him inside.
Finally, when I thought I would go insane with want, he lined himself up and drove as deep as he could go.
“God, yesss,” I groaned as he withdrew and pushed in again. When he was fully seated, a tingle spread through me, and my eyes rolled. “So good,” I drew out as I greedily clenched around him.
The feel of his smooth velvety skin against my pussy was incredible. Who would’ve thought a condom changed the feel of sex that much? But hell if it didn’t. The heat of his cock burned against my walls, and every sensation was magnified.
Pushing my knees up and out, he changed the angle, and I damn near died from the overload of the way he stretched me with the hot silk-encased steel rod that he stroked in and out. The room was quiet but for our panting breath, the wet sound of skin against skin, and the slight squeak of the bed.
He released my legs to lean forward, and his lips captured mine as his hips continued to thrust. Relentless, he kept a steady pace as the pressure of my pending orgasm continued to build until I shattered once again.
As the bliss cleared from my haze, I gripped his corded arms. Staring into the dark depths of his dark chocolate eyes, I demanded, “Fuck me.”
Instead of complying, he withdrew, and I whimpered. But before I could voice a complaint, he flipped me to my hands and knees and rammed his thick cock in to the hilt. A surprised squeak escaped me when he did it again.
“Can you handle it rough?” he asked as he paused.
I grunted in dissatisfaction at his stillness and heard him chuckle. “I’m fine,” I said through clenched teeth. “Do it!”
“Oh baby…” he crooned. “I’m going to fuck you through the goddamn mattress. When I’m done with you, there won’t be a single question as to whose pussy this is, because I’m gonna mark my territory all over you.” He accentuated his promise with a smack to my ass that had my core clenching tightly around his cock. For a brief second, I saw the worry in his gaze as he wondered if he’d done something to trigger me.
What he didn’t understand was that he was the only one I wanted. With him I was safe, cherished, and protected. If there was one thing I had worked out in therapy, it was that the horrifying memories had no place in our bed. I trusted him.
“Goddamn it, Nico, if you don’t stop talking and fuck me….”
“Your wish is my command,” he whispered.
That time when he did as I asked, I reveled in the give and take of our bodies. I didn’t focus on the way he made me forget what had happened. I could only concentrate on how perfectly we fit together.
By the time he filled me with his hot cum, I was a rag doll collapsed in bliss.
And I knew I’d never be able to let him go again.
