Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75748 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
His reaction spurred me on, moving lower, taking him deeper.
Beneath me, a tremble moved through him as I took him so deep he brushed against the back of my throat.
His hand lifted, slipping behind my neck as his eyes burned.
There was no more teasing then.
I moved up and down his length, loving the grunts and groans and hisses he made.
There was something powerful in the way he came undone for me, how he gasped my name, how his fingers started to crush the back of my neck, like he was just barely holding back the urge to take over.
My own need was a live wire through my system, sparking hotter with each sound he made, each twitch of his muscles.
I had to press my thighs together to ease the ache between. But the pressure had a moan escaping me, the sound and sensation vibrating around his length.
His hand went to my hair then, sinking in, pulling until his cock slipped out from between my lips. He kept pulling. “Come up here,” he demanded, voice rough as he kept pulling me upward.
As soon as I was straddling him again, our lips met again—sloppy and desperate—and everything that followed was heat.
His hands drifted up and down my back, sank into my ass, rocked me against his length, this time with nothing between us.
I lost one of his hands as he reached out toward the end table, fumbling with something until he came back with a condom, reaching between us to slide it on.
Finished, he rocked me against him again.
My thighs bracketed his hips, and we both froze for a breathless second before I started to sink down.
His eyes blew wide as he slowly slipped inside me.
Our breaths caught in unison, almost like he was as shocked at the sensation as I was, at the rightness.
The stretch made me gasp, but I couldn’t stop, I needed more, needed to feel him settled deep.
“You okay?” His voice was rough and soft at the same time as my hips settled on his lap.
I couldn’t form words, too overwhelmed with sensation. All I managed was a tight little nod.
Drawing in a steadying breath, I rocked my hips experimentally. And my body accepted the feel of him slowly, then completely. Like I’d been waiting for him all along.
Nico cursed low and pressed his head to my shoulder, overwhelmed.
“You feel—”
He couldn’t finish.
He didn’t need to.
Our breaths tangled, stuttering in time with the next roll of my hips.
His head lifted, gaze holding mine as the rhythm built naturally—instinct and need taking over.
Nico’s hands were everywhere, as if he couldn’t decide what part of me needed him most.
My body flushed, trembling, but I didn’t want it to end. Not yet.
I braced my hands on his chest, watching every expression flicker across his gorgeous face as I moved.
He whispered my name like something sacred.
I swear my heart whispered back.
Every time I sank down, it felt like I was sinking deeper into him. And I never wanted to come up for air.
I tightened around him, watching the way his lips parted in a sigh at the sensation.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
I came apart first, a rush of heat flooding through me as I collapsed into him, crying out against his chest as the pleasure moved through me over and over.
He followed after with a broken sound, his hips jerking up once, twice—then still.
His arms wrapped around me tight, like holding onto me was the only thing keeping him grounded. I melted into him for the same reason.
Our breathing was in sync, but frantic. Against my cheek, his heartbeat was thudding hard. A little shiver moved through me.
The silence between us was heavy, but not empty. It was full of all the unspoken things between us.
Joy, hope, concerns, and fear.
I was so consumed by those thoughts that I didn’t hear the click of Goya’s nails down the hall.
But I shrieked and nearly came out of my skin when something cold and wet pressed into the side of my ass.
I jumped off of Nico, heart hammering, as I turned to see Goya sitting there, tail swishing.
The laugh bubbled up and burst out of me, dragging one out of Nico as well.
“That’s one way to get attention, huh?” he asked, reaching down to flip his waistband over himself. By the time he was done, Goya was at the door, whining. “You need to go out?” he asked, making Goya whine harder. “I…” he started, looking at me.
I nodded.
The moment was over.
The spell was broken.
Seeming to sense the same thing, Nico got up, walked down to the bathroom, then came back out a moment later to grab a t-shirt and shoes, then hook on Goya’s leash.
My arm was draped around me, but I was still naked when he glanced back.
I saw the regret on his face as he grabbed the baggie clip he’d bought and keys, then moved out into the hall.