The second Nicoli enters our bedroom, slamming the door behind him, I realize I might have bitten off more than I can chew. But still, I don’t regret my decision to wait for him. Naked and legs spread with my battery-operated friend in my hand.
“Mira, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing?” I press the button, the sound of vibrations rippling through the room.
Nicoli smirks yet shakes his head as if both entertained and exasperated at the same time.
“Sit,” I order, gesturing toward the couch. “Get comfortable. You have a show to watch.”
There’s a flash of something primal in his eyes as he jerks his tie loose, starting on the buttons of his shirt. “I’d prefer to be in the show rather than watch it.”
“Of course you would. But right now, I need you to sit your ass down and your eyes glued on me.”
My heart is already pounding, and just by the sight of him slipping off his shirt, every inch of him roped and defined, I know I’ll be the one who ends up begging before he does.
“You sure you don’t want me to come over there and help?” There’s a sly grin on his beautiful face, one I love and hate equally.
“Stop being an arrogant ass and sit. Watch. Or you might end up not playing any part in this show.”
Nicoli sits, leans back, and rubs his fingers along his jaw as he stretches out, blue irises gleaming with an intense desire to play this game just as much as I do. This is what I love most about us—what I missed most about us until last night—the fact that there are no inhibitions, limitations, or hesitations when it comes to us. We’re both sexual beings, and I thank God that what happened with Nunzio didn’t ruin that part of me. It could have, though. Easily. But I refused to give the devil more than he had taken.
“No touching yourself,” I warn.
“That’s not fair. You get to fuck a toy, and I don’t get to pump my palm?”
“Who said I’m playing fair?” The truth is, I’d come way too goddamn fast if I had to watch him make himself come right now.
Electricity sparks across my skin as I trail my hand down my body, never breaking eye contact with him. The vibrator hums as I glide it up my inner thigh, and I ease my palm over my breast, inhaling deep as desire flares.
Nicoli leans forward slightly, licking his lips in anticipation as he watches me, his gaze darting between my face and pussy.
“Don’t tease me, Hummingbird. Put that toy where you want it most,” he dares, his irises turning dark, his expression shadowed with hard lines of lust.
“Are you going to sit there and bark out orders, Mr. Del Rossa?”
“You know I am.” He brings his hands to the waistband of his pants and slips them off before kicking them aside, revealing hard muscle flexing with every movement.
“I said no touching yourself.”
“I’m just getting comfortable.” He shifts, giving me a better view of his impossibly hard cock, the shaft thick and long with promises of pleasure.
A sudden burst of courage hits me like a freight train, and I press the toy against my clit, the vibrations instantly sending me into a frenzy, moans escaping from between parted lips.
“That’s it, Hummingbird,” he murmurs, leaning his head to the side as he stares at my pussy. “You’ve barely begun, and look how wet you are.”
Goddammit. He knows what a sucker I am for dirty talk. He’s doing this on purpose to prove that he can beat me at my own game.
“Put it inside you,” he demands, his voice dripping with sex. I don’t even know why I try. Not a single part of me is ever in control when it comes to this man, which is why I obey instantly. As soon as the toy sinks into my tightness, I moan out loud and arch up off the bed. Nicoli just smiles knowingly because he knows exactly what kind of effect his words have on me.
Holding his gaze, I groan as the vibrations continue to ripple through me, my hips instinctively grinding against it.
“So responsive. So fucking beautiful,” he murmurs darkly. “I can watch you all night.”
Every nerve ending in my body is aflame, and as I watch him wrap his hand around his length, I almost come. “You just can’t obey an order, can you, husband?”
“Not when my wife’s pussy is spread wide open, inviting me in.”
I squeeze my breast, my nipples hardening as my climax starts to trickle from my toes all the way up my legs, and my eyes roll closed.
“Look at me, Hummingbird.”
“Are you not the one who’s supposed to look at me?” I counter, working the toy between my legs.
He watches and responds with soft grunts of approval, his hand working up and down his shaft with long, slow strokes. Unhurried and controlled.
I’m two seconds away from coming when he growls, “Stop.”
“Nicoli,” I whimper, his name a plea on my lips as he gets up from the couch, stalking toward me with his dick in his palm. “Drop the toy, baby girl,” he hums as he stretches out one arm, grabbing the top railing of our four-post bed, every shredded muscle in his side and chest pulled taut as he leans forward. “Keep still, and let me really watch you.”
I do as he says, my body in agony as I pull the vibrator out of me. I can feel the arousal seep from my sex as I hunger for more. For release.
This really backfired, didn’t it?
I’m breathless as I watch him grip the base of his cock, squeezing hard like he’s trying to temper the need to plunge into me. I’m not even touching myself, yet seeing him pleasuring himself has me arching my back because I can’t keep still.
“Spread your legs wider.”
I’m biting my bottom lip as I ease my legs open all the way until my knees hit the sheets. Blue eyes flash with desire as he showers me with fervent looks that devour every inch of my aroused body.
The second he moves his palm all the way to the base of his dick, his hips flexing, a sensation I can’t control washes over me, and it feels like all the heat, sparks, and lightning inside my veins gathers up into one point between my legs—ready to implode.
“Is your clit aching, Hummingbird?”
“You have no idea,” I breathe. I’m fighting the urge to touch myself, grabbing the sheets in my palms to stop that from happening.
Nicoli’s strokes keep a steady rhythm, his movements measured as if he’s savoring each bit of pleasure that comes from having his eyes on my naked body, spread and aching for him. Every contour of his body is shaped and shredded to perfection. How did I get this lucky to call Nicoli Del Rossa mine? It’s like God has granted me the one thing my heart desires most. Him. My husband. Perfection.
“I can’t decide whether I want to come on you or in you.”
“I’m hoping for the latter.”
“Hmmm,” he groans, and it’s a sound I wish I could fuck, because something that sexy, that hot, needs to be in me, I swear to God. My fists tighten around the silk sheets some more, and I’m sure I’m about to combust.
Nicoli notices, and his top lip curls in a smirk. “How does it feel to know you’re one touch away from coming, yet you’re not allowed to?”
“I hate it,” I bite out, arching my back, not taking my eyes off his cock being pumped in his palm.
“Good. Because that’s what you wanted to do to me when I walked in here, right? You wanted to torture me by having me watch but not participate.”
I scowl at him. “I don’t think I like this game anymore.”
That sexy as fuck smirk of his grows wider, and he increases the speed at which he’s jerking his cock.
Abruptly, he stops, reaches out, and slides his arms underneath my thighs, curling his hands around my hips, and pulls me closer to the edge with a hard jerk, slamming his cock into me at the same time. My breath explodes from my lips, and I cry out as he starts to rub circles around my hooded clit.
“Now I’m the one in control,” he says, grinning down at me.
I can only nod as waves of pleasure engulf me, making it impossible to respond with words. He knows what I want—to be taken hard and fast until neither of us can take any more pleasure.
I’m trembling, aching, desperate for release. I’m delirious with need, unable to form a coherent thought beyond craving this release threatening to burn through me.
“Not yet, Hummingbird.” He is gazing down at me, his crystal irises hooded and consumed with lust. “You’ll come when I allow it, not a moment before.”
“Please,” I rasp, looking up at him through half-lidded eyes, watching him thrust into him, sweat beading across his forehead. “Nicoli, please. I need…”
“I know what you need.” He moves his touch away from my clit, and I moan from the torment of being right at the edge, only to get pulled back. His thrusts grow stronger, harder, faster, and to go deep, he places his palms on my bent knees, pushing them forward and down so my pussy and ass lift more for him.
“Jesus,” he rasps. “I’m so fucking deep inside you right now.”
“More,” I plead as the sound of his thighs slapping against my ass fills the room with its sensual melody.
The pleasure builds and builds, my entire body taut as a bowstring.
“You ready to come for me, baby girl?”
“God, yes!”
“Look at me.”
I pin my eyes on him while he’s slamming so hard, so deep into me, I’m fucking breathless.
“Come for me, Mira.”
The command sends me over the edge. My back arches as I come with a scream, Nicoli’s name on my lips. The world whites out, fracturing around me as rapture consumes every inch of my being, my body erupting into sensation. Wave after wave after wave of pleasure wash over me as he continues to pound my pussy, hitting my core with every thrust.
When I come back to myself, Nicoli is holding me close, murmuring soft praise and endearments, his elbows positioned above my shoulders.
He kisses the top of my head, his cock still hard and buried inside me. “You are exquisite when you come for me,” he rasps. “The way you surrender so beautifully. The sounds you make. The way you clench around me, greedy for more.”
A flush of heat courses through my body. My heart beats like a drum, pounding in my chest as warmth pools low in my belly once more. I tilt my head up to gaze into Nicoli’s eyes, seeking the promise of his mouth. He lowers his lips onto mine without hesitation, and I’m lost in sensation – how he tastes, smells, and feels pressed against me. The kiss is deep and claiming, full of passion that ignites my soul with need. As we finally part, I’m left panting for breath, but hunger lingers.
“Again,” he murmurs against my lips, and my veins ignite when he starts to move. I cup his face with my hands, memorizing each angle of his features and the rugged stubble on his jaw. He takes my bottom lip between his teeth and teases it back and forth before soothing it with a sweep of his tongue. Nicoli begins to move, his thrusts measured but powerful. I meet him eagerly, clutching at his shoulders. The rhythm builds, and our pace becomes more urgent and needy, like a storm brewing in the distance, then explodes into something that is both destructive and beautiful.
“That’s it, baby girl,” Nicoli whispers, increasing his pace. “Take everything I have to give you.”
I do, and it’s so perfect I could cry.
Our bodies move as one, slick with sweat and desire. Nicoli braces himself on his forearms, gazing down at me with eyes full of love and possession—eyes that would tell me how much he loved me if the world stole his words.
All I can do is cling to him, nails scoring paths down his back as the tension inside me mounts once more.
“You’re mine,” Nicoli growls, snapping his hips forward. “Say it.”
“Yours,” I gasp out. “Always yours.”
Satisfaction flickers across his face. He dips his head, biting at my neck and shoulders, marking me as thoroughly as any brand. The slight pain only heightens my pleasure, shoving me closer to the edge.
Nicoli straightens, adjusting his angle, and when he thrusts forward again, he hits that sweet spot inside me. Stars burst behind my eyes, and a cry tears from my throat.
“That’s it, Hummingbird,” Nicoli encourages. He keeps the same angle, a perfect rhythm, as he rocks into me. “Come for me. Now.”
At his command, my body gives in. I fall apart around him and tremble as every muscle tightens. Nicoli follows, pushing inside me until he finds his climax. It’s beautiful. Sensual. And so uniquely ours. Something no one can ever take away from us.
We lie together, our bodies intertwined and our hearts racing. Nicoli gently kisses my forehead and lips, conveying his love and dedication in that gesture. I can feel the affection emanating from him.
When he moves to pull out, I wrap my legs around his waist, holding him in place. “Not yet,” I murmur. “Stay with me.”
Nicoli smiles, eyes softening. “Always.”
