Page 67 of Owning Nicci

The heat of Nicci’s mouth against mine undoes me entirely.

She’s never kissed me of her own volition before. It happened before I could see it coming, the way she went up on her tiptoes, twisting around as she pressed her lips to mine, and I was lost.

I should stop. She’s hurt. She’s likely not thinking straight, not after how emotional she was in the shower—but I’m already rock-hard, throbbing from standing there in the shower with her and washing her hair, running my hands over her body. The moment was more intensely intimate than anything I’ve ever shared with anyone before, and everything within me is screaming for me to take the moment to its conclusion.

“Nicci—” I manage her name as she tilts her head, deepening the kiss. Her tongue slides against mine, hot and wet, and all of me craves the rest of her. To sink into the hot, wet depths of her body and take her again—this time in all the ways I never thought I’d take another woman. Intimately, lovingly.Meaningfully. I never thought I’d have that again, and now I want it desperately.

I want it with her.

“I want you.” I groan the words against her mouth, tangling my fingers through her wet hair, all the while trying to be careful of her injured shoulder. “Fuck,Nicci?—”

“You can have me.” She breaks the kiss just long enough to whisper it against my mouth.

“I want you completely.” My hand cups the back of her head, my thumb tracing the shell of her ear, as I lick along her lower lip. I taste the dampness from the shower still clinging there, the taste of her skin, warm and clean, and I suck her lip into my mouth as she moans. The sound goes straight to my cock, and I hadn’t thought I could get any harder, but I can feel myself stiffening even more. The pound of blood in my shaft is a second heartbeat now, a need that I won’t be able to deny for long. “No hiding, Nicci. No games. No pretending we’re anything but what we are.”

“What are we?” Her voice trembles, and I wonder if she’s ever asked anyone that question before. If anyone has ever given her the answer she wants to hear.

“You’re mine.” I breathe it against her mouth, backing her up slowly towards the bed. “And I’m yours.”

Her eyes flutter closed, and I feel her arch against me. “Yes,” she whispers, as my arm goes around her waist and I lift her gently onto the bed, laying her back against the pillows. “I want you like that, too.”

I can’t help but wonder if later—in the morning, tomorrow—if she’ll still feel the same way. If this is a moment that can last. But I’m beyond caring. Desire thrums through my body, hot and needy, and hearing her say those words is enough to quell the ache in my chest. If she regrets it later, so be it—but I need her right now. I need her like this.

I tug the towel away from her, undoing it and sliding it out from under her, tossing it away to the floor. She’s bare for me inan instant, and I reach for the towel around my waist, yanking it away and throwing it to join the other. Nicci’s eyes widen, and her lips part as she lets out a breath.

“You’ve never been naked before,” she breathes. “Not when we’re?—”

“I am now.” I link my fingers with her hand, lifting her good arm above her head as I lean over her, my mouth lowering to hers. “I said no more games. There’s no power play here,principessa. Just you and I.”

Her mouth is hot and sweet and eager for mine. I tangle my tongue with hers as I lean closer, breathing her in, feeling her skin against mine as my hips meet hers. My cock is trapped between us, a hot, throbbing line of need, and I rock against her, grinding my hard length against her clit.

Nicci gasps. “Oh, fuck—Savio?—”

“I fucking love when you moan my name.” I growl it against her lips, breaking the kiss as I sweep my mouth along her cheek, her jaw, up to her ear. She gasps again as I run my tongue along the shell, sucking her earlobe into my mouth, and her back arches.

She lets out a cry of pain, and I jerk back, stopping instantly.

“I knew we shouldn’t do this,” I grit out. “You’re hurt.” My cock throbs between us, insistent that I keep going.

Nicci seems to be of the same mind. “I shouldn’t have moved so much, that’s all,” she whispers. “I just have to be careful. Don’t—don’t stop.”

It sounds like a plea, and I’m helpless to resist her. I know I should stop, should tell her again that we can’t do this, but her body is a siren’s call, and it’s been dashing me against the rocks since the moment we met. I can’t stop myself from needing her, and I no longer want to try.

I run my lips over the shell of her ear again, savoring the way she trembles under me. I slide my mouth down to the corner ofher jaw, down her throat, and every small whimper and breath that she lets out only makes me ache for her more. I rock my hips against her in a steady rhythm, groaning against her skin as I grind my cock against her clit, and I can feel her arching against me. Her hips move in small, quick jerks, her thighs spreading, and I can feel the wet, slick sensation of her arousal coating my cock as I push her towards her first orgasm.

Raising my head, I bite her earlobe softly. “This won’t be the last time you come all over my cock,principessa. Come for me.”

I grind against her, gritting my teeth at the pleasure that sweeps through me, threatening to make me come undone as well. I feel her shudder, hear her moaning cry as her hips buck upwards against mine, and her fingers clench tightly around my hand as she starts to come.

“Oh god, Savio—” She cries out my name, my cock drenched now with her arousal as I rub myself against her clit, and I slide against her once more, enjoying the sensation before I pull back, moving my way down her body.

I reach down with one hand, cupping her small, pointed breast as I run my thumb over the rosy, peaked nipple. Nicci gasps, and I can feel the effort that it takes her to remain mostly still, to not arch her back and squirm as I dip my head to run my tongue over it.

“Savio—” She breathes my name, and my cock jerks. I know I’m dripping pre-cum by now, my shaft slick with it, and it takes everything in me to wait to get inside of her. I want to make her come again. First, I want to give her all the pleasure that I’ve been denying her all this time. I want to make her feel good, to start to seek out all the ways I can make her come, and hope that there will be more moments in the future to discover the rest.

I have no idea what comes after this for us. Nicci has no reason to have changed her mind about me beyond tonight. I have no idea what she might want when all this is finished. Thethought spurs me on, makes me want to grasp at every second of what I can have with her right now—because I don’t know what comes next.

I trace my tongue over her nipples, first one and then the other, sucking them into my mouth and nipping the tight peaks with my teeth as I slide one hand between her thighs. She’s had a moment to come down from her first orgasm, and I rub my fingertip over her swollen clit, savoring the way she cries out and her hips jerk against my hand.

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