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He wakes up with a start, putting his hands on my shoulders.
“Aurora?” he mumbles against my mouth.
“I don’t want to think,” I say, kissing down his throat. “Keep me from thinking so much,” I plead, and I think he’s going to push me away. Of course, he’s going to push me away. He doesn’t want me. No one wants me.
But instead, Nico moans low in the back of his throat and lifts my chin up with one hand, just like he did last night.
He kisses me hard and hungry, kissesmeinstead of the other way around, and my heart soars, my body heating up all over.
My hands trail down his back, scratching my acrylic nails down his bare flesh. He lost the T-shirt sometime in the night, and I’m grateful.
His chest is broad and tight and he pulls me closer, rolling his hips against me so that I can feel him hard and thick against my thigh.
I moan into his mouth and he pulls away, panting.
“Are you sure this is what you want, Aurora?” he asks me, searching my face with those sea-green eyes.
I can’t speak, so I just nod eagerly, clutching at him, and he rolls over to cover my body with his own, kissing along my neck and collarbone before tearing down my shirt to get to my breasts.
They spill out of the ruined shirt and he latches around a nipple. My back arches and I cry out. I haven’t been with a man since high school, since my one and only boyfriend. But he was just a stupid boy.
I’ve never been with a man like Nico.
He moves his tongue around my peaked nipple, and it sends heat down between my legs and I spread my thighs. He pulls his head up finally, after torturing me for a while, and pulls my shorts down and off, throwing them to the ground. He sits up on his knees and I can see his hardness through his sweats, see how long and thick he is and my eyes widen.
Is that even going to fit?
I hadn’t had any trouble with my previous boyfriend, but he wasn’t nearly as blessed as Nico.
He pushes down his sweats, freeing himself with a groan, and I think he’s just going to slide into me but he pauses, cupping his hand against my sex.
I moan and rock my hips toward his hand and when he slips two fingers inside me, I gasp.
“So wet and ready for me,” Nico murmurs, angling his fingers up, and I’m being vaulted toward an orgasm I never expected.
I’ve never actually had an orgasm that wasn’t by myself. I’ve never experienced it during sex with a man, and I feel like I’m going to explode. Before I can fully reach my orgasm, though, Nico removes his fingers and I whine.
He chuckles. “Thought you might want the real thing,principessa.”
Before I can complain further, he guides himself into me, sliding in slowly, inch by inch, and I lose my breath, gasping.
He feels so good, stretching me out, and I babble something to that affect and Nico groans low in the back of his throat.
“You talk like that,principessa, and it’s going to be over too soon.”
I rock my hips against his frantically, wanting more friction, and Nico hisses and takes my hips in his hands forcefully. I think I might have fingerprint bruises there and the idea makes my head spin.
He begins to slide in and out of me, slowly at first, and then harder, licking his lips and then biting down on his lower lip as he looks down at where we’re joined, his dark hair falling in his face.
This is like every dirty dream I’ve ever had, and I can’t believe that it’s really happening. Nico Andretti is inside me, and it’s real.
He slides against a sensitive spot inside me and black spots bloom behind my closed eyelids when I come around him, clenching tight around his dick.
Nico groans an almost-growl deep in his chest and fucks me harder, through my orgasm, before spilling hot inside me.
“Shit,” he curses, rolling his hips a few more times and making me squeak out in pleasure. “You’re on the pill, right?”
My head still spinning, I nod. I am, although I’m not a hundred percent sure I’ve been taking it this week. I take it to help with my irregular periods, but since I’m not having sex, I don’t think too much about it.
