Page 158 of Wisteria and Cloves
"Already so wet for me," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "I can feel how much you want this." His fingersfound that sensitive bundle of nerves, circling with just enough pressure to make me gasp his name.
"That's it," he encouraged, his eyes never leaving my face as he worked me with methodical skill. "Let me hear you, Lilianna. No one else can hear us out here."
The reminder of our complete isolation sent another wave of heat through me. I let my head fall back against the car, abandoning any pretense of restraint as his fingers moved with increasing confidence. He knew exactly what he was doing, each touch calculated to drive me crazy with pleasure.
"Just like that," Nicolaus whispered, his voice a velvet command as his fingers worked magic against my core. "You're so responsive for me."
His mouth returned to my breast, the dual sensation making me cry out into the empty forest. There was something incredibly freeing about being here with him—no walls, no need to be quiet, just the two of us surrounded by nature and the soft sounds of water lapping against the dock.
When he slid a finger inside me, my back arched off the car, the metal warm against my skin. "Nicolaus," I gasped, my voice breaking on his name.
"I've thought about this," he murmured, adding a second finger with careful precision. "How you would feel around my fingers, how you would sound when I touch you just right." His thumb circled that bundle of nerves as his fingers curled inside me, finding a spot made me cry out loudly, my voice echoing off the trees.
"There," he whispered, his voice deep with satisfaction."Right there."
I nodded frantically, unable to form coherent words as his fingers maintained that perfect rhythm, that perfect pressure. His movements were calculated, precise—like everything elseabout him—but there was heat behind his control now, a barely contained wildness in his eyes as he watched me climb higher.
"I want to watch you fall apart," Nicolaus murmured, his gaze intense as he increased the pace of his fingers. "Show me, Lilianna. Show me what you've been holding back."
The command in his voice, combined with the skilled movement of his fingers, pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name, my body arching off the car as pleasure crashed through me in waves. Nicolaus worked me through it, his touch gentling as the aftershocks rippled through my body.
Before I could recover, he was lifting me off the car, turning me so my back was against his chest. I felt his hardness pressing against me, his breath hot against my neck as he held me close. One hand splayed across my stomach while the other tilted my face back toward his.
"I want to take you right here," he murmured, his voice rough with need. "With the sun on your skin and nothing but nature around us."
"Yes," I breathed, arching back against him. "Please, Nicolaus."
“Hands on the car.” He ordered, voice low and almost coming out as a growl.
I obeyed without hesitation, my palms curling at the edge of the trunk my heart hammered against my ribs. The position left me completely exposed to him, vulnerable in a way that should have been terrifying but instead felt like coming home. Behind me, I could hear his sharp intake of breath as he took in the sight of me bent before him.
"Perfect," he murmured, his hands skimming along my spine with reverent care. "You're absolutely perfect."
His touch was electric against my sensitized skin, each caress sending sparks of pleasure through my already heightenedsenses. When his hands settled on my hips, I felt him position himself at my entrance, the blunt pressure making me gasp.
"Tell me you want this," he said, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. "I need to hear you say it."
"I want this," I whispered, then louder, "I want you, Nicolaus. Please."
He entered me slowly, inch by careful inch, his breathing ragged as he fought for control. The sensation was overwhelming—different from the others, more intense somehow. Maybe it was the setting, the complete abandonment of pretense, or maybe it was just him. When he was fully seated inside me, we both stilled, breathing hard.
"Move," I pleaded, pushing back against him.
Nicolaus's control finally shattered. His rhythm was deliberate but intense, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through me that had me crying out into the forest air. His hands gripped my hips with bruising force, holding me exactly where he wanted me as he drove deeper with each movement.
"You feel incredible," he groaned, his voice rough and unrecognizable. "So tight around me, so perfect."
The praise sent heat spiraling through me, my body responding to his words as much as his touch. I could feel every ridge of him as he moved, the friction building a tension that threatened to consume me entirely. The metal of the car was warm against my palms, grounding me even as I felt like I might float away from the intensity.
"Harder," I gasped, surprising myself with my boldness. "Please, Nicolaus."
His answering growl was purely animalistic as he complied, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more desperate. The sound of skin against skin mixed with our harsh breathing and the gentle lapping of water against the dock echoing across the forest.
I felt the familiar tension building inside me, winding tighter with each powerful thrust. Nicolaus seemed to sense it too, one hand sliding around to find that sensitive bundle of nerves while the other tangled in my hair, pulling my head back so he could press hot kisses to my throat.
"Come for me," he commanded against my ear, his voice a rough whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "I want to feel you fall apart around me."
The dual sensations—his fingers working between my legs while he drove into me with increasing desperation—pushed me over the edge. I cried out his name, my voice echoing off the water as my body convulsed around him. The intensity of it stole my breath, white-hot pleasure radiating through every nerve ending.
