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“I love hearing your pleasure. Each little sound so sweet and sexy.” He drags his nose down the center of my throat, his tongue sneaking out to taste my skin as he reaches the center of my chest. There, he bites the skin, taking it between his teeth and adds just enough pressure to mark me. “All mine.”
“Please, Nick,” I beg, core clenching as his fingers press a little firmer while he continues his assault on my chest. “Get in with me.”
“I’m trying to behave, Mila. Makes this perfect for—”
“Perfect is being with you.” His eyes meet mine, looking for a trace of deception, but there is none. “Please, baby. Bathe with me.”
Pressing his lips over my heart, he nods and stands. Nick keeps his eyes on mine while he takes his jeans off and the boxer briefs underneath. He winks as I get a real full look at him. No blankets, no towel, no darkness within the room to keep the full effect of his physique from me.
Christ, he’s beautiful. The perfect male specimen.
“Like what you see?” There’s a hint of teasing in his tone.
“Yes.” No shame whatsoever. No one could deny how perfect he is. Moving over to the center of the tub, I swirl a finger in the warm water. “Now, get in. Bathe with me.”
Nicholas grabs the washcloth, bodywash, and then steps inside. Sitting with his back against the porcelain, he spreads his legs a bit, and with a look, tells me to take my place between his thighs. And because taunting him has become a favorite pastime of mine, I shake my head and attempt to sit facing him against the other end of the tub.
I make the turn, crawl one step, when his hands clasp my hips and pull me back.
My ass against his dick, Nick keeps my flush against his skin and nuzzles my neck, lips skimming until he reaches me earlobe and takes the flesh between his teeth. “Where do you think you’re going?”
“Nowhere,” I respond breathily, his assault on my skin causing goose bumps to erupt. “I’m right where I want to be.”
“Right answer.” Nick takes the washcloth, pours a few drops of bodywash on it, and dips it into the soapy water. He brings it up and over my chest, letting the drops of water roll down my neck and chest. The soft terry cloth skims my skin, over each breast, paying extra attention to each hard nipple.
“Fuck,” leaves me on a low whine as I push up and into his hand. Begging him for more.
“Patience,” he says, taking a tightened tip between two fingers and pulling. The sudden jolt of pleasure leaves me breathless while his hands continue to explore.
Beneath the water my hips undulate, thigh parting in invitation—an invitation he ignores when he drops the washcloth and uses both hands to manipulate my breasts. Tugging, pulling—squeezing each mound with just the right amount of pain.
I like the small sting from his fingertips when he smacks the tight tip. There’s a second where pain and pleasure meet, sending a fiery trail of euphoria down my limbs, and I cry out. It’s loud within the room, and full of the need I’m losing my mind over.
“I want to hear that same sound the moment I stretch your pretty little pussy. When I take the innocence you saved for me.” He trails his lips down my neck, and then bites down where my neck and collarbone meet. “Do you want that, Mila? Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.” Not an ounce of hesitation.
“Good girl.” Releasing my right breast, he skims down my body until he reaches my core. He cups me in his warm hand and spreads the juices, coating my labia around my entrance. I’m soaking wet for him, and it has nothing to do with the water in this tub.
“I need more. Please, baby...oh, shit!” A single, long finger enters my pussy, and I clench down hard. Walls fluttering, I hold him inside me as a rush of arousal coats his hand.
My slickness is all for him, and his groan against my ear is that of a man in pain. “Tell me I can have you forever. Past this life and each one that follows, Mimi.”
“I’m yours for eternity.” A second finger enters me, and there’s a tiny pinch of discomfort. I know it will hurt, that I need to woman up, but my reaction can’t be helped, and he pauses. “Don’t. I’m okay.”
“You’re so fucking tight. I hate to hurt you.”
“It can’t be helped, but Nick, I trust you.” As the last word leaves my lips, I buck against his hand, taking more of his fingers inside. Deeper. “This is yours. All yours.”
“Turn around,” he growls, voice huskier than I’ve heard from him. “Now.”
Turning around, I straddle his upper thighs, his hardness grazing my stomach as I sit down. There’s no room between his chest and mine. Our lips meet at once in a kiss that takes the very air from my lungs and on the same note, gives me life. It’s hungry and sweet. Powerful and all consuming.
His hands wander lower once more, grabbing a handful of my ass while grinding into me. Water splashes over the side of the tub, but neither of us care enough as he lifts me and holds me just above his cock, the swollen head rubbing me just right.
I’m wiggling, squirming in his hold, trying to lower myself down his impressive length. “Baby, I—”
“I love you, Mila,” he says with so much tenderness that I stop. Our eyes meet, and in his, I see it all. My future. Our life together and all the years of bliss we will share. “I know it’s soon, and probably crazy, but I need you to understand that this is it for me. You are it. That I’ll spend the rest of my life making you the happiest woman in the world.”
