Page 80 of Too Sweet
His eyes skim over me, darkening when he rests his back against the headboard, pulling me closer until my knees dig into the bed on both sides of his hips.
He holds the base of his shaft, guiding himself, helping me sink down, taking him in with a quiet hiss.
“Does it hurt?” he asks when I still.
“No, I’m just so full... I’m okay.”
“You make me crazy.” He grips my hips, caressing my skin with his thumbs. “Fuckingcrazy. You frown, and I’m tense.” He slides me back, aiding my moves, then drags me forward, burying himself to the hilt. “You might be on top, but I’m in control, Mia. My girl does as she’s told. Can you handle that?”
I nod, a genuine thrill sweeping me from head to toe. Giving up control is easy when that’s all I ever craved.
“Good girl. Hands behind your back.”
I don’t hesitate, lacing my fingers behind me as Nico lifts my hips, impaling me over again. I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do as his eyes flare, roving my body. Our hastened breathing mixes with my moans, our moves gain pace, the promise of another release humming up the backs of my thighs.
“Easy, baby,” he says, pressing me down hard, and sliding me back and forth instead of up and down. “Don’t rush. You need to get used to me first.”
He curves one hand around my back, forcing me closer, then wraps my braid around his wrist, tugging hard enough to tilt my head back. I brace against his shoulders, feeling the heat of his open-mouth kisses on my neck, and a low growl builds in his chest, throwing me back into that hastened rhythm.
“Hands. Behind. Your. Back,” he emphasizes each word.
I press myself against him, wanting to crawl under his skin, only half aware he’s talking. I’m delirious, so close to the edge, grinding against him, taking care of my needs first.
Nico stops me in place. “That’s not how sex will work for us. You do as I say, understood?” He sucks my bottom lip before lifting me off him. “On your hands and knees.”
He huffs when I hesitate and spins me around, maneuvering me until I’m where he wants: on all fours, hips in the air.
The room’s suddenly perfectly silent.
He’s not touching me.
I can’t see him, and an awkward feeling fills my chest.
I’m exposed. Naked in a compromising position. My heart rams harder as irrational thoughts take over my mind.
Why isn’t he touching me? Why isn’t he moving? Why is he so silent? It’s only been three seconds, but something is wrong.
“Grab the edge of the bed,” Nico instructs, putting pressure between my shoulder blades like he wants to push me down.
I outstretch my hands until I grip the edge, my boobs flat on the sheets, hips in the air. I swallow hard, taking a deep, calming breath. We’re okay. He was just looking at me...
The touch of his hands and the warmth radiating from him as he leans over help me relax further.
“Remember your safe word?”
“Um, yes. Red.”
“Use it if I’m pushing your limits too fast.” He jerks his hips forward, filling me in one urgent stroke. All my unease disappears instantly. “Because I will push, Mia...” he says, and a powerful slap lands on my ass.
The sound of his hand connecting with my flesh makes the muscles in my abdomen contract. I’m wet, my body reacting to the slap with a pleasant shiver.
“I’ll push until nothing we do in bed makes you blush.” He slaps me again. “Until you learn to demand what you want and give me what I want.” He grips my wrists in one hand, the pace of his thrusts gaining speed.
A loaded moan leaves my lips when he hits the perfect spot deep inside. I drown in the moment, hungry for everything he can give me.
“Straighten your legs and cross your ankles,” he orders, desire coating his voice.
I do as I’m told, enjoying the weight of his body over mine.
