Total pages in book: 115
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107402 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 537(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 358(@300wpm)
“Promise me something, Emelia.” I break through the heavy breathing and moans.
“Yes. God.”
I hit her just right, that tender flesh inside her that will have her coming so fast if I hit it too many times.
“That you’ll never leave me. You’ll love me with enough passion that it fucking suffocates me.”
“Choke me,” she demands, and I slow my pace.
“What, baby?”
She nods. Is she really asking me that?
“Choke me. Show me how bad you want me to take your breath from you.”
I wait a minute, but then something comes over me.“Straddle me, Emelia.”
“But—”
I cut her off.“Trust me.”
“Okay.”
Moving to the edge of the bed, I sit up and take her hand, helping her down to stand in front of me.
“Easy, baby.” I grab the back of her thigh to make her straddle and take me in.
“Your body is beautiful, Nico,” she says as she sinks.
“As is yours, my goddess.”
She smiles and slides up my length.“What do I do now, il mio re?”
Once she is fully seated on me again, I take her hands and bring them to my neck.“Take the air from me.”
“Nico, no.” She stops, growing uneasy.
“Emelia, I asked you to do something. You do as I say, remember?”
She shakes her head rapidly.“No, I don’t want to hurt you.” She starts to grow emotional again, so I cup her face.
“My principessa, you won’t hurt me. You trust me?”
“Of course. I trust you with all of me. But I don’t want this to hurt you.”
“It won’t. I promise,” I assure her. I have never been into breath play, but I want to try it with her.
“Okay.” She holds her hands up for me to take the lead and place them where I want them.
“Good girl.” I put them around the column of my throat. It’s so thick she can’t wrap her small hands completely around my neck. “Now squeeze, gently at first. I will tell you when to tighten it, okay? When I’m ready for you to let go, I will spank your ass, okay?”
Hesitant still, she takes a deep breath.“Okay.” She starts to add pressure. And I begin to lift her up and down on my cock by her hips. Her hands are tight, but she’s holding back.
“More pressure, baby. It’s okay. I will tell you when it's enough.”
She swallows thickly, moaning as I purposefully bring her down at an angle that will hit that spot inside her.“Fuck, Nico.” She adjusts and wiggles, fighting hard not to orgasm.
“Tighter.”
Emelia adds more pressure, and I start to feel a difference, my breathing a tad restricted. She starts to fuck me now, wanting her pleasure while giving me mine, and my neck becomes her holding place.
“Good girl. Fuck, baby, keep fucking me like that.” She squeezes my neck harder, and it's like her cunt. Tight and greedy.
“Yes! Nico.”
“Say it,” I breathe out, my words restricted.
“Say—shit, right there. Oh God, right there.” She keeps fucking me, and when she nearly cuts off my air, I bite out.
“Say you love me.”
“I love you, Nico. I love you!” She orgasms hard then, and I smack her ass, my vision getting foggy, and when she releases in the middle of her orgasm, she screams, and I gasp for air and in pleasure as I empty inside her.
“Take all of me, every drop, pretty baby.” I fuck up into her with choppy movements, and her thighs shake and quiver as her back bows, and she drops her head to me, jolting as the aftershocks of her orgasm hit.
We settle, and I cradle her face as she starts to cry.
“I love you too, Emelia. Whatever that means to us, or however it works, I know I have it with you.”
She nods, and I carry her to the bathroom. I want to take a hot bath with her stuck to my skin like glue.
We have a battle ahead, and I don’t know what will come out of it. All I know is I want her to be waiting for me on the other side.
CHAPTER TWENTY
EMELIA
My head lays on his chest, and when I listen close enough, I’m able to hear his heartbeat. The warm water of our second bath tonight aids our sore muscles and tired bodies. Waking up to him after falling asleep without him held a different meaning this time. I was used to that—going to bed without him and being woken to make love before falling back into slumber. But this time, it was a call for each other. A desperate need to solidify our relationship. There was an emptiness that we both felt and so badly needed filled by one another.
“I feel different,” I say finally.
“So do I.”
“What do you need from me?” I ask, sitting up.
“Everything.”
“That’s not telling me, Nico. I need to know what this means for us.”
He smiles, scooping water from the bath and pouring it on my shoulders.“What do you need to know?”