He smirks at me before pushing me back onto the bed playfully. He takes me by the back of the knee, pulling me down the bed to him. “I’d rather have a sub than a sandwich, but I have something way better right now,” he says before he pushes himself into me. I’m so wet, there is no resistance, and soon, we’re both moaning loudly. He drops his head to my chest, inhaling deeply as I grasp his back. His cock fills me completely, and it’s one hell of a tight fit. “I swear to God, if you ever make that noise again, I won’t be able to keep from coming.”
I kiss the top of his head. “Fuck me, Nico.”
He looks down at me, his brow perked. “Are you trying to kill me?”
I lean up, kissing his bottom lip. “Yup.”
His eyes darken, and then he is moving into me. With one hand behind my knee, pushing it forward into the bed, and the other at my hip, he’s ruthless. He slams into me, his thighs hitting my ass, and the sound mixes with our own noises of pleasure. He pushes my knee back more, really opening me so he can go deeper. I feel my climax building. I know it’s coming, and fuck, I want it. I look up at him as he thrusts into me, and I swear I’ve never seen such a beautiful man. His eyes are dark, hooded, and only on me. He looks at me as if I have a full rack and a perfect pussy. I mean, my pussy isn’t bad by any means. I keep it rather trimmed up and clean, but his eyes, they make me feel like it’s the best pussy he’s ever had.
“I can’t handle you,” he mutters, and then he pulls out of me. I feel so totally empty without him that I whimper. To my surprise, he drops between my thighs and buries his face in my pussy. I cry out, squeezing my thighs against his head as he sucks me into that dangerous mouth of his. The amount of tongue he uses is mind-blowing. He sucks my clit, then fucks me with his tongue, and finally goes for my clit again. He’s merciless, and when I come, I’m screaming so loud, I’m sure the whole city hears me. I would laugh at the fact that I sound like a yodeler screaming his name, but I’m too spent to give two fucks.
Nico enters me again with such force, and I feel it everywhere. I love it. God, I love it. He grabs on to my hips and slams into me. My body jerks up with each thrust, but hell, I want it. I need it. I feel another climax building, and soon, I’m wrapping my legs around his waist. He must have felt that I was almost there, because he presses his thumb into my clit, sending me right over the edge. I’m lost. Utterly lost. And I don’t want to be found. He doesn’t last too much longer before he comes, the sound loud and impassioned against my jaw.
He falls onto me, and I welcome the weight. I move my hair out of my face as I draw breath in deeply, and he does the same. He moves out of me and falls to the side, but his torso stays on mine. I’m covered in sweat, and so is he. I feel like I’ve run ten miles in Arizona.
“Please tell me that’s how you always come,” he whispers against my jaw, and I can’t help but smile. “Fuck, that was so hot.”
I move my lips into his hair and ask, “Which part? The convulsions or the yodeling?”
“I mean, the yodeling was pretty damn awesome.”
“I should enter some competitions.”
“I can help, put a curtain around us, and I’ll get ya going.”
I grin widely as his lips move over my jaw, and I close my eyes. “I haven’t been with anyone in a while.”
“Why? You should be loved on all the time.”
“Because I didn’t want anyone to see me.”
“Don’t hide this spectacular body,” he whispers before kissing my left scar.
He then cuddles deep into me, leaving me feeling all kinds of things. I stroke my fingers through his hair and ask, “No sandwich?”
Nico kisses me once more in the same place. “I don’t need it. I have you.”
I glide my cheek along his hair and feel complete. For once, I feel like I did something for me. Nothing can touch what just happened in this room. Or on this night. It’s all been perfect. Nothing can take that away from me. Not even the fear of tomorrow. I know I could ask what will happen next, and Nico would answer me. It would be a simple, “Will I see you tomorrow?” type of question, and he’d tell me exactly what he is thinking.