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)
“Off,” I demand, pulling at his boxers, the last article of clothing on his body. He tore mine from me, the flimsy strap on the side of my hips no match for him.
“Fuck, yes, you’re riding me tonight, vita mia.” He moves until his back is against the headboard, hands touching me, non-stop moving, cupping one breast, bringing it to his mouth, while his other wraps around my back, pressing me closer.
“Nico, sweetheart.” I’m on my knees, one hand on the length of his cock, guiding it until it’s at my entrance. Nico’s hand moves in an upward motion until he’s pushing me down on my shoulder, needing me as much as I need him. It’s a different kind of moment in time. The sex is different; it’s soul shattering, earth shaking, undeniable pleasure when I slide all the way down until he’s seated practically hitting my cervix.
“Journey, shit, you’re gripping me so tightly.” I pulse around his length using my inner muscles, knowing what it does to him, making him lose control. Our hips work together, lifting me up as I push down, working in sync with one another as we both find our mutual release. My mouth devours his, wanting him to surround me in every possible way. “Quit that, or this will be over before you come,” he murmurs against my lips as I clench around him on a downward glide.
“I want you to come with me, Nico, please. It’s for us,” I respond before his hands delve into my hair to take my mouth again, this time harder, firmer, with a more demanding tone. A shiver works through me, creeping up my spine. My nipples gain friction as they rub up against Nico’s chest, heightening the sensation. My hands hold on to his shoulders tightly. I wouldn’t be surprised if I left marks on him come tomorrow, another way of making Nico as mine, even if no one but ourselves sees it.
“I’m going to come with you, but not in this position,” he groans. The he’s moving us so I’m on my back and is lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. I didn’t think he could go any deeper, yet he does. My fingers go to my nipples, pinching them in a way that my husband would usually do when my hands are tied to the headboard.
“God, you feel so good, so damn good, Nico.” His eyes lock on the way his cock tunnels in and out of my center, and I do the same. It’s the hottest thing ever, seeing the lips of my pussy flare around his dick, watching my wetness coating him, knowing this is what he does to me, what he always does when we’re together. Tonight, though, it’s deeper, and while he’s still in control, this is us making love. Realization hits me, and butterflies swirl in my stomach. The man who doesn’t say that word is inside me, making love to me with his body.
“Sei il mio cuore,” he says, body locking tightly, right along with mine. “You are my heart.” My orgasm takes ahold of me. I close my eyes, body arching to stay as close to him as possible as he works our bodies through a storm that’s hot, heavy, with wind swirling around you, tree limbs swaying. The aftermath is when the clouds clear out, leaving the sun to peek out with different hues of orange, purple, and yellows.
“I love you, Nico. God, I love you,” I reply as my body drains of any energy I once had.
“Sleep, vita mia.” Nico kisses my closed eyelids then pulls out of my body and leaves the bed. I hear the running water in the bathroom, then he’s back in the bedroom with me, spreading my thighs to clean me up, taking care of me when I’m too tired to.
“Nico,” I sigh in contentment. I sleepily feel him lie down beside me, moving my body until I’m in my usual place, leg on top of his thigh, head on his chest, hands laced with one another’s. The best sleep I’ve ever had is with Nico in bed with me, and now that things are better, I know this is where he’ll always end his days: here with me.
TWENTY-FIVE
Journey
Over the past few days, Nico has truly shown the real man behind the boss. He’s home around the same time I am, puts the phone down when he walks through the door, and goes so far as to cook dinner with me. Though, it’s not one of my meals that get sent in a box and are easy to throw together. Nico is as talented in the kitchen as he is in the bedroom, probably because he’s a perfectionist at every little thing no matter what it is. I’ve been hyper-vigilant, going as far as to have deliveries sent to Nico’s house to do try-ons here and having Hendrix do Zoom meetings unless we have filming to do. She’s been a champ adding the extra miles and gas to come out this far when my condo is within walking distance. Not that she’ll walk unless it’s on a hike later in the day. There’s nothing worse than showing up to work dripping sweat and with chafed thighs, at least that’s what Hendrix tells me. She’s a hiker, I’m a runner on the treadmill person, and even then, I’m not consistently doing it like I should be. The only time I make my way into Nico’s home gym is when he’s in there, lifting weights, pulling on something that I know he’ll take off after he watches me running. The longest I’ve yet to last is twenty minutes, then I’m being pulled away, and we get our cardio done in a completely different way.