Page 81 of Too Sweet
“Oh God,” I whimper.
“You’re close, aren’t you? Chase it, Mia.”
I can’t think when my body shudders with every thrust. I lift my head, resting it against his shoulder, eyes closed, and I squeeze his fingers till mine turn numb.
The tempo of his hips rocking into me turns unforgiving, scooting me further up the bed. Every gasp filling the air seems to double his efforts. My orgasm builds, the sensation so close I feel I can reach out and grab it.
“That’s it,” he says, pressing his forehead to the back of my head. “You’re doing so well, baby. So fucking good. Come for me. Don’t hold it. Let it happen.”
And I do. I let go. The pleasure stacks up, up,up, and then... it topples over, the orgasm so sharply intense it’s almost a pain. A delirious, delicious pain.
Nico grunts, the sound low, loaded, and so hot it’s enough to prolong the orgasm lashing through me like a hot silk whip. He slams into me again and again before he stills, gently biting my neck as his cock swells inside me.
We’re panting, our bodies slick from sweat. Even though I woke up less than an hour ago, I’m spent; sleepy.
“I think I know why Aisha’s addicted to sex,” I say when Nico lies beside me, fingers brushing the line of my spine.
“Tell me why you were uncomfortable on your hands and knees.” There’s no annoyance in his voice, but my cheeks heat on their own accord.
“Um... I don’t know.”
“I want you to feel good about your body, Mia. You said you’re comfortable with me, but you tensed.”
I press my lips together, fighting the urge to hide under the pillow so he can’t see me blush. “You were quiet, you weren’t touching me, and I couldn’t see you...”
“I was taking in the view. You’re beautiful from every angle.” He flips me onto my back, spreading his fingers on my stomach. “Does it bother you that I tell you what to do?”
“No, of course not. That’s a turn-on. I like that you’re in control. I just...” I swallow hard, aware of how silly this sounds. “I need to see you or feel your hands on me, so I know we’re okay, so I know you enjoy me, us, and sex.”
“I enjoyus, Mia. I enjoy you and...” He kisses my nose, “...sex is off the charts. Talk to me, okay? We won’t learn what we like if we don’t talk. Always tell me if I’m doing something wrong or you don’t enjoy any part of sex. And if you want to stroke my ego, tell me when I’m doing things right, too.”
He gets up only to come back half a minute later in a pair of boxer shorts, washcloth in hand. He spreads my legs, pressing the warm, damp cloth to my pussy.
“It works both ways, Nico. Whatever you want, you have to tell me. I’m new to this.”
“I know. You’re doing great, baby.” He wipes between my legs, raising on his elbow to look me over. Two tendons on his tattooed neck pulse in the rhythm of his jaw working in tight circles. “My girl is adventurous,” he says, dipping his head to kiss my collarbone. “Confident...” His hot breath warms my skin before he takes my nipple between his teeth, and my breathing hitches all over again. “Demanding... courageous...” He kisses a vertical line up the column of my throat. “Willing...” he whispers, his lips hovering over mine.
I’m not breathing. My blood boils with lust, but every word pierces me like a bullet. I’m nothing likehis girl. Not a single quality he listed resides in my character. My throat constricts so hard I’m afraid I’ll choke on disappointment, but I push it aside, pulling him down for a kiss.
I can be all those things... I think.
I hope.
He’s only been mine for a day, but I never want to lose him.
“I want back in, baby,” he says with a small smile, pulling away. “Told you I won’t want to leave once I was in.”
“I don’t want you to leave, but I should get ready for college. I’m sure you need to be in the office soon.”
“Two things, one: don’t mention college unless you absolutely have to, baby. I hate that you’re so young. And two: fuck work. We’ll stay here and have sex all day.”
Another low blow to my stomach. I knew the age difference was an issue, but I didn’t expect I’d have to hide a whole part of my life.
“I can’t do anything about my age,” I say, toying with my bracelets. “As tempting as a day in bed sounds, the—” I bite my tongue before I tell him the finals are approaching. “I need to get ready.”
“Fine. Stop by your house later. Pack more clothes and grab that book we’ve been reading.”
When he stayed over on Saturday, I was so excited about having him in my bed I couldn’t fall asleep, so he tucked me in and quietly readAlice in Wonderland.
