Page 79 of Too Sweet
He’s big and heavy. I know he helped me a little, rolling onto his back, but I still grin down at him, grinding into him.
“Someone’s excited this morning.”
“He’s always excited when you’re around,” he admits, tugging my hands until I lay flat on his chest.
I jerk back when he tries to kiss me and wince as I get to my feet. “I need to wash up. No kissing till I brush my teeth.”
“You’re sore,” he clips, rising on his elbows. “How bad?”
“I’m fine. You made sure it didn’t hurt last night, but you couldn’t expect me not to feel anythingdown there this morning. It’ll pass. It’s not that bad.” I stand by the sink, furiously brushing my teeth, my feet cold on the tiles.
Nico grabs me as soon as I’m done and within his reach. “I want to see.”
“You’re going to examine me?” I ask when he pushes my tee up, then spreads my legs.
“I want back in, baby, so yeah, I’ll examine my sore pussy.”
All air ejects from my lungs when he kisses the tender flesh. I relax, focusing on how amazing the delicate licks of his tongue feel. “Your minty breath helps.”
He looks up, a focused expression on his rested face. “Don’t leave the room.” He kisses my stomach before getting out of bed. “I’ll be back in twenty minutes.”
“Where are you going?”
“Twenty minutes, Mia. Don’t move.”
I sit up as he rushes out of the room, his heavy footsteps thumping down the stairs. The door at the bottom closes with a bang, and I fall back onto the pillow, squeezing my thighs together, aching for his touch.
Never did I expect sex to feel this good.
Orgasms are great, but I’ve never given myself one as intense as those from Nico’s hands and lips. I want more. I want him to watch me the way he did last night. Like nothing matters more than us moving together.
The door downstairs opens again not even fifteen minutes later. Nico’s rushed footsteps echo up the stairs before he comes in with a small, brown paper bag.
“Where were you?”
“Pharmacy,” he says, moving to the foot of the bed. He pulls a blue tube out of the bag, then squeezes a pea-sized amount of clear gel onto his index finger.
“What’s that?”
He rubs the gel over my pussy, eyes not veering from mine. “Cooling lubricant. How’s that? Better?”
“Yes,” I mutter, enjoying the tingling sensation. “So...oh,” I moan when Nico pushes two fingers inside me.
“I’ve got you, Mia,” he says, voice thick with emotions. “I’ll always make you feel good.” He dips his head, licking me slowly.
“Is it edible?”
“Shush, baby, focus.”
I do. My eyes close, and I drown out everything other than the feelings he evokes, the pleasure coursing through me, and the orgasm that’s oh so close when he skillfully strokes my G spot.
I fist thick tangles of his hair, letting my body do what it wants before my brain can intervene. My hips meet his strokes, almost riding his face.
My moans fill the room until the desire peaks, exploding like a firework. Everything tightens and releases, spasming every muscle inside me as I tremble, submitting to the bone-melting pleasure.
Nico’s on his knees when my thighs release his head. He squeezes more lubricant onto his hand and then palms his cock, spreading the gel in long strokes.
“My turn,” I say, hauling myself up. “I want to be on top.”
