“Dammit, Tristan,” she groans, the words echoing off the walls. “Please.”
“One more time,” I tell her, licking again.
She thrusts her hips against my mouth, growing desperate. “Why?”
Gripping her hips so she can’t thrust them, I move my mouth only for a second. “Because I said so.”
Last night was the most blisteringly erotic night of my life, and I learned that Nicola likes to lose a little bit of control. And I have a theory that that’s why she’s embarrassed, not the fact that she watched porn. It’s a strong suspicion that when I get her to show me the rest of her videos that there will be a common theme, and I’m more than happy to play into that theme. If giving up control makes her come—makes her want to swallow my cock like it’s giving her oxygen—then I’ll take control.
And I know that I’m right. As soon as I tell her that it’s my choice, her pussy floods with more arousal and wetness, and her whole body shudders. I take her to the peak again, thoroughly enjoying her cursing and begging as I back off again. Her legs are absolutely shaking now as I attack her clit with my tongue. She won’t make it another round of edging. Up and over the edge I sweep her, and she screams just like I wanted her too.
Pure raw pleasure pours from her, and I drink her orgasm like it’s oxygen. She’s moving her hips, seeking more, and I can give her more. Easily. I lift her back onto my cock, sliding deep in one long stroke. She’s still coming, and her pussy grabs my cock like a goddamn vise. Holy shit.
I thrust up into her, and I let go. I’m close enough that it doesn’t take long—so fast that I would be mortified with anyone else. But she makes me ready to blow just by looking at me, and when I can still taste her on my lips, it’s enough to bring me to the edge. Hollering my own climax, I hold onto Nicola, letting her fall onto my chest, exhausted again. I stay buried inside her.
If I’m honest with myself, there’s not a time when I don’t wish I was inside her. Aside from the obvious physical pleasure, it feels like home. “We could do this all day,” I whisper.
She laughs softly, doing interesting things to the way our bodies are connected. “What? Sleep and then fuck?”
“Sleep, fuck, maybe eat something. Then do it again. And again.”
“That sounds nice.”
I press a kiss to the top of her head. “How long are you able to stay?”
“I think that my alibi easily covers most of the day. And even if it didn’t, I’m done with that. I don’t need to justify why I’m not in the house on a weekend. I’m an adult.”
“Yes, you are,” I say, my chest twinging.
“So tell me,” she says, sitting up again so that she’s straddling me. Neither of us have forgotten that we’re connected, which is clear from the way she squeezes me. “You claim to want to know every one of my fantasies. And now I want to know one of yours. I mean, I want to know them all. But just one for now.”
I pause and think about it. Fantasy? I don’t think there’s a thing that I haven’t imagined about Nicola and me. “There are a lot.”
“Oh?” The word is a sultry purr.
“I had four years. If you don’t think that you were the star of every single situation that I ever imagined, then you’re wrong.”
Nicola’s eyes are sparkling with pleasure and amusement. “Just tell me one.”
“I want every single one of your firsts,” I say, running my hands down her ribs and onto her ass. “Including…” I don’t waste the words; I just touch her. I let my fingers drift over the sweet rose of her ass and love the way her eyes go wide with shock.
“You want that?”
“Fuck yes. I want to have you on your hands and knees and see that pretty ass take every inch of me. You’re going to come so hard you see stars, and then you’ll know that I’m the first and only man to be inside every hole you have.” I intentionally used harsher wording than I might normally, because I want to see her blush, and she does. And her chest rises and falls faster. This is exciting to her, even if it is frightening.
“I’m not ready for that yet.”
I grin. “I know. But that’s not what you asked.”
She squeezes me again in retaliation, and I reverse our positions so that I’m on top again. Much like I was last night. I like the way her sexy little body feels underneath me. It’s easier to feel those sexy curves pressed up against me like this.