Page 161 of Gathered Sparkle

“Are you on the pill?”

“I tied my tubes.”

“Oh, okay.” He looks surprised. “Do we need a condom?”

“No.” I shake my head. “I want to feel all of you.”

His lips brush mine in a featherlight kiss like he’s trying to hold himself together. “You’re so perfect.”

He shifts, his body aligning with mine as the head of his cock brushes against my entrance. The sensation sends a shiver through me.

I’m so fucking wet.

He captures my lips in a deep kiss, tongues tangling. Just as the kiss threatens to steal my breath, he pushes inside me. The stretch is exquisite, a gasp tearing from my lips and swallowed by his mouth.

“Thank you…”Nicholas trembles, his breath shaky as he whispers against my lips, “Thank you… thank you.”

My heart clenches at the raw emotion in his voice. His hips move in slow, gentle thrusts, his forehead resting against mine, his eyes fluttering closed.

“So fucking deep inside me, stretching me open like you were made for this.” And once more, in response to my words, thesounds he makes are beautiful—a series of soft whimpers, needy groans, and breathless sighs.

“You’re so hard for me,” I whisper, my nails gliding over the muscles of his back, feeling them flex with each thrust.

His eyes crack open. “Fuck,” he groans out, his hips stuttering. “I think I have a praise kink.”

I laugh softly, the sound breaking into a moan when he thrusts a little harder, hitting that perfect spot inside me. “You think?”

“Do you… mind?” he asks, his vulnerability laid bare even as his body keeps moving, driving us both higher.

I cup his cheek, my thumb stroking his flushed skin as I pant, the pleasure building. “No, I don’t mind. I love it. I don’t just want to feel you. I want to own every fucking breath you take.”

His jaw tightens, a whimper breaking free as he thrusts harder, his pace quickening. “Just for you.”

The rhythm becomes urgent, and his hand snakes between us, his fingers finding my clit, circling it with perfect pressure.

“Right there…” I gasp, my nails digging into his shoulders. “Oh, fuck. You’re gonna make me come on your cock.” He groans, his fingers working faster, his thrusts deep.

He hits my cervix, and the coil snaps, pleasure shattering through me. I cry out, my pussy clenching around him, pulling him deeper.

“Please,” he whispers against my throat, his pace growing uneven. “Please, can I come?”

He’s asking for my permission?

Fuck, that’s hot.

“Come for me, Nico.”

He gasps, his hips faltering, and with a strangled moan, he pushes himself deep one last time before he follows me over the edge. “T-thank fuck.”

We collapse together, bodies slick with sweat, hearts pounding in a shared rhythm. His weight is a comforting pressure, his chest rising and falling against mine, while his breath is hot and shaky as it fans over my neck.

He buries his face into the curve of my shoulder, his lips brushing my skin in a reverent whisper. “You’re perfect,” he breathes out, awe and exhaustion threading through his voice.

Tremors shake his body, his muscles still quivering from release. He pulls out of me before his fingers start to move, tracing featherlight patterns along my side, grounding us both in the delicious haze of the aftermath.

His cum starts to slip out of me, a slow trickle that leaves me empty and aching. Suddenly, I want to taste it, to tastehim.

Pressing my lips to his temple, I linger long enough for my breath to fan over his flushed skin. “You gonna clean up that mess you made?”

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