Page 86 of Too Sweet
“Tilt your head back, baby.”
I look at Colt, hoping he’ll explain because right now, I need to breathe through my mouth, not talk, or blood will trickle down my throat.
“It’s actually the wrong way to do it. Trust me, bro. She’s doing this right. She gets nosebleeds a lot.”
“Two, sometimes three times a month,” Cody adds, returning with a roll of paper towels. “Time it,” he tells Conor.
“Way ahead of you.” He taps his watch,stuffing his mouth with chicken skewers.
“Why are you timing it?” Nico asks, stroking my thighs repetitively.“Are the nosebleeds because of the disease she has? I can’t remember the name of it.”
“Von Willebrand. We’ll have to take her to the emergency room if it doesn’t stop in half an hour.”
“Half an hour?!”
I want to weave my fingers through his hair, soothe him somehow because he’s clearly worried, but my hands are occupied. “It hardly ever happens,” I say on an exhale. “If you plan on spending more time with me, get used to nosebleeds.”
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My eyes pop open, my body shuddering softly under the influence of the dream. My cheeks burn as hot as the unfulfilled ache swelling within me. Muscles contract in my abdomen, my thighs tingle, the orgasm right there, so close, but so far away at the same time. I bite the pillow, unsatisfied desire driving me livid.
“What’s wrong?” Nico asks, reminding me I’m in his house and in his bed. “Bad dream?” He sets aside the laptop he’s apparently been working on while I slept. “No... good dream, wasn’t it?” He pushes his hand further under the comforter, gripping my hip to pull me under him. “You better tell me I was in it.”
I hide my face in the crook of his neck and catch his wrist to stop him touching me because every stroke of his fingers sends a new wave of desire rippling through my body.
“I woke up too soon, so not that good,” I breathe against his warm skin. “And yes, you were in it.”
I’m turning into my sister.
We had sex right before I fell asleep to Nico quietly readingAlice in Wonderland. According to the clock on the nightstand, not even an hour has passed since, but here I am, soaking wet and needing him again.
He frees his hand from my grip, moving higher, his thumb toying with my nipple. “No way I’m letting my girl fall asleep so needy. Was that the first dream about me you had?”
“No. I’ve been waking up like this for weeks.”
He smiles against me, and the embarrassment fades away, kicked to the background by overwhelming need and the words he spoke not long ago.
Don’t ever hide how I make you feel. Don’t pretend you’re not aroused when I touch you. Own it. Show me. I want to see it.
He yanks my night dress off, leaning back on his calves. I love how he looks at me. As if he can’t get enough. He traces his hands up my thighs, his touch gentle but confident.
“Touch yourself,” he says, smirking when my eyes grow wider. “I told you I’ll push you out of your comfort zone, Mia. Show me how you made yourself come thinking about me when you woke up wet.”
“It’s nothing special,” I mutter, toying with my rings. “I’d rather have you touch me.”
“I decide if it’s special.” He guides my hand until my fingers brush my clit. “You can close your eyes this once. Next time, I’ll expect those emeralds on me. Start slow, baby.” He dips his head, nosing a line between my breasts before settling back beside me, head propped on his elbow. “Don’t make me take over. Touch yourself.”
I close my eyes, circling the bundle of nerves. I’m wet, ready, and not far off an orgasm, but knowing Nico’s watching makes the road to release that much longer.
“There you go,” he says in my ear, kneading my breast. “That’s it, don’t stop. Remember the dream.” He skims his hand lower, spreading his fingers on my stomach, just high enough not to interrupt me. “Good girl. Faster.”
I up the tempo, fueled by his possessive tone. By the urgent touch of his hands. A soft moan slips past my lips, but my cheeks don’t warm. I feel powerful, beautiful—
“My girl,” Nico grunts. “Tell me when you’re close.” He nips the skin on my neck right above my pulse. “I want to feel you come around my fingers.”
“Mm-hmm,” is all I manage while my mind and body plunge faster toward a release.
The shame fades. There’s just the need to come and please him. Even though I’m the one on the brink of orgasm, he’s getting a bigger kick out of this. He wanted nothing more since day one than to have me give in to his dominance. I may have surrendered control in every aspect of our life, but touching myself while he watches is a different ball game.
