I took my time, watching the way his breath caught, feeling his hips buck, seeing his muscles tense.
Holding his length up straighter, my lips met the base of the underside of him, then slowly slid upward.
His hand fisted on his thigh.
“Fuck,” he groaned, voice raw, like the pleasure hurt.
I knew that feeling all too well.
Making it back to the head, I slowly let my lips close around it.
His hips bucked upward, needy, involuntary.
His eyes fluttered shut, but opened right up again—like he didn’t want to miss a second.
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 therightness.
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—”
