Worth the fight - Keeland Vi - Страница 18

I’m so completely spent from the intensity of what just happened that I barely participate in the next few minutes of frantic activity.  Nico has to undress us both.  I hear the foil wrapper opening, but it’s his words that bring me back to the current.  “Last chance to say no, Elle.”

After all that he’s said and done to me, he’s still giving me an out.  I feel my heart tug in my chest, adoring that he is still putting my needs before his own.  Because of it, I want him that much more.  “I can’t remember ever wanting anything more than I want you right now.”  I look into his beautiful green eyes as I speak, letting him see through to the vulnerability that I’d kept locked away for so long.

He responds to my declaration with a kiss.  Calling it a kiss just doesn’t seem like enough, it’s so much more.  But there’s no name for two people becoming so entangled in each other that they get lost.  For wanting someone so badly that your body trembles waiting for more.  So much more.

I feel his swollen head at my opening and he breaks our kiss.  The moment he draws his head back from me, I crave his lips back on mine.  But he wants to watch me as he enters me for the first time.  I find it arousing and erotic, and I find myself wanting to show him what he is doing to me, instead of hiding my emotions.  It’s so unlike me.

I’ve felt his hardness between us, so I know he’s large, but I never fully felt him to know exactly how big he is.  Until he’s pushing inside of me.  He’s gentle, like he knows he can’t give it to me all at once, that he might tear me in half if he rams into me too quickly.  He eases into me and stills, allowing my body to accommodate his thick girth.  His hips make small, gentle circles, enabling my body to stretch before he pushes the rest of the way in.  He moves slowly and I keep thinking that he must be all the way in, but then he keeps on inching in.  Inch after inch of glorious thickness that fills me to the max.  By the time the base of his thick cock hits against my body, I’m starting to worry I won’t be able to take anymore.  But he settles and begins to swivel his hips gently, grinding his perfect body slowly up and down, each time brushing my clit, sending a jolt through my body.

Nico looks down into my eyes and I feel full.  Incredibly full.  But not just from his thick length slowly rocking into me, I’m full of so much more. Emotion, warmth, raw feeling.  Something I haven’t felt in a very long time.  Alive.

My eyes start to close as I feel my next orgasm rise to the surface.  I want to let it wash over me, surrender to its intensity.  But Nico has other plans.  He gently kisses my lips and whispers to me, “I want to watch you.  Please.”  His words are so tender and soft, I’m unable to deny him anything.  My orgasm rolls over me and I fight the urge to close my eyes.  Instead I keep Nico’s gaze and give him what he wants, allowing him to feel my orgasm through my eyes as my body milks him through waves of uncontrolled spasms.

I’m shaking as he comes.  His hips finally changing from a soft thrust to a ferocious pounding.  I feel his thickness growing inside of me and then he comes on a growl.  A raw, primal growl that is so intensely sensual that it detonates an unexpected orgasm from my body and we both pant through our climax together.  It’s the most powerful intimate experience of my entire life, and it’s only our first time together.

I don’t remember falling asleep, but I wake up before Nico.  I can tell it’s morning by the light straining to come in through the drawn window shade. My head is resting in the crook of his shoulder and his grip is tight around me, even in his sleep.  I admire the beautiful man holding me, his muscles bulging even in his relaxed state.  It’s crazy how perfect his body is, as if it was sculpted by an artist.  And the tattoos.  Damn, the tattoos just add to the beauty, making him look like an exotic creature.  I’ve never been with a man with tattoos.  I’ve liked them from afar, but never had one in my bed.  Men with this many tattoos tend to have an edge.  A bad boy.  I only go for the safe ones.  At least I did.

Although I’m thoroughly enjoying watching him sleep, I need to go to the bathroom.  I carefully untangle myself from Nico’s thick arms, cautiously trying not to wake him.  I spend a few minutes in the bathroom cleaning myself up and running my fingers through my hair.  I look in the mirror and realize I look different, but I’m not sure what it is that I see to make me feel that way.  Relaxed perhaps?

I make it back to the bed and I think I’ve succeeded at not waking him, when a large arm grabs me and I’m suddenly on my back beneath Nico.  It’s a little unnerving the way he tosses me around like I’m light as a feather, but at the same time I find it incredibly sexy.  “Good morning, beautiful.”  Nico buries his head in my neck as he speaks.  His words vibrate with heat on my neck and goose bumps break out all over my body.

I can’t see his face, but I hear in his voice that he’s smiling.  I smile back at him even though he can’t see me either.  “Good morning.”  I lift my chin, giving him better access to the spot he’s gently sucking and I feel his arousal on my leg.  He’s hard and it’s not just the erection that men seem to wake up with.

Nico shifts his hips and his body completely covers mine, I feel him positioned perfectly at my opening.  But he pauses and pulls his head back to look at me.  “Are you sore?”

I actually am pretty sore.  And not just my private area.  My whole body feels a little beat up from the night before.  But it’s a good feeling and I want more of him.  I attempt to minimize my discomfort, knowing full disclosure might lead to him stopping.  “Not really.”

Nico drops his head and I hear a deep chuckle.  “You know, for a lawyer, you’re a shit liar.”

“Are you saying that lawyers are usually good liars?”

Nico arches an eyebrow in amusement.  “That’s what I’m saying.”

“And how do you know that I’m lying?  Maybe I’m not sore.  Maybe you’re just too full of yourself thinking that you can make me sore that easily.”

Both of Nico’s eyebrows shoot up in response to my comment.  “Well for starters, I asked you a direct question and you responded not really.  I seem to remember that’s what you say when you have an answer that I’m not going to like.”

I squint my eyes and furrow my brows in an effort to look pissed off.  But there’s no use.  He’s absolutely right and I can’t pretend he’s not.   I let out an exasperated, over exaggerated sigh and roll my eyes.  “So maybe I’m a little sore.”

Nico smirks, looking full of himself.  I’m not sure if he’s full of himself for being right or for making me sore.  Both would be my guess.  But then something in his face changes and I watch his eyes darken before he begins to climb off of me.  I reach for him as his body is half lifted off of mine.  “Where are you going?”

“I’m hungry.  I was going to have some breakfast since you’re sore.”

I begin to answer, ready to argue with him, when I realize what he’s doing.  He isn’t lifting himself off of me, he’s lowering himself down my body. Nico is hungry and I can’t wait to be his meal.

Chapter 21

Nico

Elle walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but the button up shirt I was wearing last night and a satisfied smile.  I feel like fucking Tarzan and it takes everything I have not to bang on my chest, knowing I put that satisfaction on her face.  Again.

She looks sexy as hell and I need back inside of her.  Soon.  I can’t remember the last time I made a woman breakfast.  The last thirteen months I’ve treated women like stray cats.  I’d pet em a bit, but if I fed them and they knew where I lived, I was afraid they’d come back.  But Elle’s different.  I want her to stay.  I want to make her breakfast and then spend the day with her, maybe even spend some of the day outside of bed.