Page 78 of Too Sweet
I’d love nothing more than to squeeze a bit and control how much air she takes in, but I’ll bruise her if I use my fingers as a necklace, and that’s not happening. Instead of elevating the high that way, I settle for upping the pace, driving into her faster.
“I don’t think—” she chokes, her breathing hiccuping when my fingers toy with her nipples. “I can’t handle another one.”
“You can.” I kiss her shoulder, holding my primal instincts at bay. I’ll lose it if I’m not careful, and she’s not ready for me when my brakes give out. I can’t fuck her hard and fast yet. Not while she’s learning how to take me. “Don’t think, Mia.” A few more deep thrusts, and I’m literally shaking, trying to hold off so we’ll come in sync. “Now, baby. Let me feel you.”
The second she spasms around me is the second I come too. Mia moans and shakes, clawing my arm as I grip her chin, turning her head to drink those moans straight from her lips.
I thrust a few more times, riding the orgasm until it’s too intense, and I stop, holding her upright while she trembles all over, her petite body limp.
“I think I like sex more than kissing,” she admits when we fall back, my arms around her hot frame. “I’m giddy.” She presses the back of her trembling hand to her forehead.
“Not what I was going for, but I’ll take it.”
She opens her eyes, beaming at me. Her post-sex face is just like her: adorable. “What were you going for?”
“Satisfied and exhausted.”
“Mission accomplished. I know I need to go grab a shower, but I’m afraid my legs won’t hold me.” She flips onto her tummy. “I knew you’d make this amazing.”
My legs are weak too, but it doesn’t stop me scooping her off the bed. I can’t recall ever coming so fucking hard. I stand Mia under the shower and turn it on, one arm wrapped around her middle while she holds onto my neck.
“I’ve never been so weak, no matter how hard I pushed myself at the gym,” she says, smiling up at me.
“You’ve been working out all wrong.”
“I feel like I’ve run eight hours straight. Why did you let me have three orgasms?”
“Let you? You make it sound like I get to decide whether you can have an orgasm.” I grab a bottle of shower gel and lather it all over her body, taking extra care with her perfect, perky boobs and swollen pussy. “Making you come is my job, Mia. I’m not here to hand out permissions.” She turns around, pressing her soapy boobs to my chest and making me groan. “Keep doing that, and you’ll get three more.”
TWENTY-THREE
Mia
THE BITTER SMELL OF COFFEE pulls me out of sleep when the mattress dips behind me. Warm fingers brush the hair off my nape while I lay motionless on my stomach, one knee bent, one arm under the pillow.
Nico kisses the spot where my spine starts, then moves lower, pressing his lips to every vertebra. He stops between my shoulder blades, nosing a line back up to kiss my temple, his warm breath fanning my skin.
“Morning.”
My back arches, and I stretch my arms, then flip onto my back, rubbing sleep from my eyes. “What time is it?”
He gets up, grabbing his coffee from the nightstand. Another one is there, waiting for me. Gray tracksuit bottoms hang loosely over his hips, his tattooed chest in my face, reminding me of the desire burning in his eyes last night. Black hair falling carelessly to his forehead, and muscles on his arms shifting beautifully with every move he made.
That’s a visual that’ll always get me all worked up.
“Ten past six. I’ve been talking myself out of waking you up for an hour.”
I roll over to reach for my coffee, and a low growl fills the room, making me realize that the black fabric of Nico’s t-shirt has rolled up while I slept in it, and my bottom is on display.
“You like what you see?”
He’s back by the bed, and the mattress dips again under his elbows resting on both sides of my knees, his hands on my hips. I squirm when his warm lips touch the back of my thighs, drawing a vertical line until he nips my butt.
“You’ve no idea how sexy you are.”
I take a few small sips of the steaming vanilla coffee, setting the cup back on the nightstand as Nico climbs further up the bed. The moment I release the handle, he flips me onto my back, pushing the hem of his t-shirt over my breasts before palming them gently and kissing between them.
I wrap my arms and legs around him to gain leverage, and three moves later, he’s on his back while I straddle him, feeling his erection press against my pussy.
