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I let my hands flatten on his bare back, feeling it rise and fall, his skin hot under my palms.
Nero makes a sound I can only describe as contentment, as he burrows his face into that spot between my neck and shoulder, causing me to smile.
He’s not so intimidating now. Not so scary.
But the situation is surreal all the same.
It’s hard to breathe with his weight on top of me, but I work to take short inhales, so he won’t move. I’m not ready to break this spell. And I don’t want to deal with the consequences of my actions just yet. I’m enjoying the feel of his skin under my palms.
Then his teeth sink into my neck, causing me to jolt in response, making all of my muscles contract.
“Payton, you keep squeezing my cock like that and I’m gonna fuck you again.” His lips brush against my skin with each word, and I can’t stop my core from clenching around him, again.
He groans, and I brace for him to roll off me.
That’s what the men always do in movies, and the books I read. Instead, he pushes back until he’s kneeling between my legs, just like he was when we started. And he’s still inside me.
Nero’s fingers dig into the soft flesh on my inner thighs, holding me open.
Now that we’re done, and the intensity of the passion has subsided, my cheeks start to burn with embarrassment. The room isn’t any less dark, but our eyes have adjusted; and laying, spread eagle, completely naked in front of a wonderfully fit man, is not a comfortable situation for me.
A rumble rolls through Nero’s chest, his fingers flexing against my legs as he shifts his hips back, his cock finally slipping free.
I try to close my legs, but the grip he has on me prevents it.
“Nero?” I don’t know how to voice my discomfort, but it doesn’t matter. He’s not giving any notice to my words. His full attention is focused between my legs.
Shifting under his gaze, I feel it. His…release, leaking out of me.
I try to close my legs, but he only tightens his grip.
“Just wait,” he grits out.
Giving up, I let my knees drop open, my legs relaxing as much as possible. But when he swipes a finger up my entrance, my knees automatically try to snap closed.
“Nero!” His name is a squeak. And when he lifts his glistening fingers, I slap my hands over my eyes.
A second later he lets out a deep moan, and I’d swear his finger is in his mouth again, but I don’t lower my hands to watch. It’s all just too overwhelming.
The hand on my thigh squeezes once more. “Don’t move.”
I nod my head at his command, noncomplying with my compliance.
The mattress shifts and I finally peek through my fingers when I sense the room is empty. I’m tempted to close my legs, but I know there’s no point. Plus, I can feel the cooling mess slipping down to the mattress, to pool between my thighs.
The bathroom faucet turns on, and a few seconds later Nero is striding back into my room. There’s not a shred of concern on his face over the fact that he’s walking around fully nude. And if he’s not going to hide, then I’m going to look.
I almost ask him to turn on a light, just so I can see him in detail, but that would mean he could do the same with me; and even though he seemsveryhappy with my body, I’m not ready for that level of scrutiny.
Nero climbs back onto the bed, reclaiming his spot between my legs.
I’m about to ask him what he’s doing, when he presses the cold damp washcloth against my pussy, dragging it through my folds.
I jerk away with a startled cry.
“Stay still.”
That’s what he says––stay still––before proceeding to use one hand to hold me open, while the other, wielding the cloth, cleans me.Intimately.
