Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39756 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 199(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 133(@300wpm)
“Is that so?” Nico responds, kissing the underside of my ear. His beard brushes along my skin, making me shiver with excitement knowing I’ll have his beard burn on me, another mark he leaves me with, a remembrance of sorts, something to look at in the mirror when I’m lost in a lustful haze. He works one side of my throat, then the other, kissing my skin, sucking it as he moves, going anywhere but near where I’m dying for him to be, and no matter how much I move, trying to catch his lips, Nico swerves around them. It’s not until the heels of my feet dig into his lower back that he finally gets the hint. Finally, his lips meet mine, all while he works at my clit with his cock, my center grasping at air, desperate to feel his heaviness slide inside, holding him tight to me. There are a million tiny sensations coasting over my body as his lips sip at mine, pulling one of my lips into his mouth, nipping at it, not being gentle, much like I know he won’t be when he finally takes me.
“More.” His lips leave mine, and he lifts away his hands that were holding his big body over me. They are now pressing my hips firmly into the mattress. A flurry of goose bumps cascades over my body, knowing that Nico is going to move down my body. I relish in the way his mouth touches one nipple, lapping all the way around the tip until he sucks it so deep into his mouth it flattens. My core pulls at the pleasure he is giving me, not to mention his hips. They haven’t quit moving; there’s something to be said about delayed gratification, the working of both our bodies until we’re on the brink of orgasm, the knowledge that once he slides inside of me, I’ll be pulsing around his thickness, my body rocketing in on an orgasm, sometimes setting off another to Nico’s one.
“Greedy, vita mia.” He moves to the other nipple, working it the same way he did the first. My fingers grasp at the velvet that’s tied to the bed frame. When Nico draws away this time, I can see he’s just as worked up as I am. Sweat is glistening across his skin, a droplet sliding down around his pec. My tongue sweeps my bottom lip as I watch it move along his body, dying to trace it. “Yeah, she is. I wonder what you would do if I walked away to leave you like this while I sit in the chair, watching as your body aches to find release, only able to find it when I give it to you.”
“You wouldn’t.” My thighs squeeze his hips, holding him close to me so he won’t attempt to walk away. If he did that to me, I’d probably scream the house down, cussing him up, down, and sideways.
“I wouldn’t bet against me, Journey. That’s for another time. Now I’m going fuck you raw.” His cock slides against the folds of my pussy, the tip hitting my clit just right, and if he kept at this, I’d have come already. He knew the nature of the game, knew when I clenched my legs around him to back off. Now it seems he’s going to finally give us both what we need.
“Please, God, I’m dying for you.” My head tips back when he shuts me up as he sinks all the way inside me with one solid thrust. Nico doesn’t stop, instead pulling out and pushing in. My whole body moves, eyes closed, an orgasm already taking over. I know it’s coming. My feet lock around his waist, thighs clench tighter, wetness coating the insides of my legs, and if my eyes would actually open and I’d look at Nico, I know his gaze would be seared on his wet shaft tunneling in and out of my tight pussy. “Nico!” A scream tears through my body. He doesn’t stop his movements, not when that orgasm is gone and he’s busy building another one. My eyes open, watching the beauty that surrounds me in everything Nico is, feeling him come inside me, aware that he’s tied me to him in every way possible. I’m already more than halfway in love with him. He’s everything I never knew I needed, and when his head tips up, our eyes locking on each other’s, we come together this time, as strong as ever.
“Non posso vivere senza di te,” he whispers into my ear as his body drops on top of mine. He’s still cognizant enough to untie my hands, massaging my wrists as tingles take over from being in one position too long. He doesn’t use Italian a lot, but when he does, it’s with profoundness only he can give me. Except this time, I have no idea what it means, and he’s entirely too tired for me to ask him.