Page 46 of Isle of Pain

“Orange. I don’t know how I’m gonna feel about this,” he admits and I pepper his thighs with soft kisses, eliciting a path of goosebumps straight to his pierced dick.

“I’ll go slow. Keep communicating with me, okay?”

He nods and I purse my lips. “Yes, Miss Marie.”

Slowly, as though he’d run away any minute, I bring my hands back up from his thighs to encircle his length and take a tentative swipe of my tongue along his slit.

“Oh, shit—,” Nico swears, spurring me on.

I lick the pre-cum straight from the source again. It’s thicker than I thought it would be now that I’m getting more than when it was on my thumb. It’s also salty and something undoubtedlyhim. It makes my head spin, but not as much as his pleas do.

I let my instincts guide me as I lick a long line on the pierced underside of his cock, enjoying the split between warm flesh and cold metal. Using my hands, I continue my thrusting motion as I take my time to explore him with my tongue and mouth.

Before long, I slide his cock in between my spread lips. Only the tip. In and out until Nico squirms, almost screaming “green” at me, begging me to suck him deeper. I chuckle and indulge him, because he sounds so desperate and I’m curious how muchmore he can take, and how much more of him can fit into me. I go an inch deeper, then another until he hits the back of my throat and I gag, getting off him to cough.Not too deep, good to know.I’ll have to use my hands to reach where my mouth can’t.

From the sounds Nico is making, he doesn’t care so I don’t either. I guide him in and out of my mouth at the same time I play with his piercings with my hands, never going too deep.

I let my eyes roam over his face and body. His clenched fists are turning white but he keeps his gaze to me. He’s so beautiful on the brink of climax, so soft and different from the hardness he portrays to the outside world. And that vision is only for me.

In here with him, on my knees for his pleasure and mine, there is no place for grief or pain or anyone but the two of us. I’m the woman who gets to touch him, give him orders and make him come, and he’s nothing but the sweet man who only has to give it all to me. For the first time in years, I’m at peace. Ironic that it’s with a cock in my mouth, while on my knees ready to ask this man to come for me. Lisa would have been proud.

There’s no place for her here as I refocus on Nico, who’s an absolute begging mess.

Since it’s our first time, I don’t really want him to come inside my mouth. The unknown of how he would taste or how he would feel since we haven’t discussed consent before is too much so I stand and undo the bindings.

Nico sags and I bring us both to our knees.

“Be a good boy for me and show me how you touch yourself, baby. You have my permission.”

His hand squeezes his shaft before it moves up and down, adding a gentle twisting flick of the wrist on the downward motion. I watch, riveted, learning the reactions of his body. His abs clench slightly before he spills all over his hands and abdomen, throwing his head back on a low moan.

With his throat exposed, I lick the sweat off the column of his neck before we merge again in a deep kiss that steals the breath right out of my lungs. Our tongues tangle and he lets me choose our rhythm, submitting to me even then. The stomach flutters with butterflies.

“Don’t move,” I order as I get up. I remember he doesn’t like the feel of his cum getting cold on his skin so I grab tissues and clean him up, hoping this is enough for him, for now.

“I want to do the same to you,” Nico breathes against my lips when I bend down for another kiss.

“Nico, you don’t have to.”

“Please.Pleaselet me eat you out, Marie. I feel like I could die if I don’t.”

I let the fact that he didn’t call meMiss Marieslide and stand, keeping him where he is. Then I discard my clothes and drape my body across the sofa, removing my ruined panties and letting them drop at my feet. Nico’s eyes are feral as they fall on the discarded fabric. I’ve never been so exposed, nor so powerful as when I open my legs and Nicowhines.

“Crawl to me, baby, and make me feel good.”

Dutifully, Nico gets on all fours and crawls to me. His body is a masterpiece of shifting tattoos and glinting metal, a predator who allows me to own him. There’s no doubt in my head on who truly holds the power here, but the gift of his submission, making me feel likeI’m the one in control, allowingmeto direct and decide is the sweetest gift someone has ever given me. The feeling in my stomach is back and now my chest joins the party, as though it expands to make a space just for him.

I straighten and take his chin in my hand again. “Whenever you need to pause or stop, use your words, baby. Understood?”

“Yes, Miss Marie. Nowplease, let me make you feel just a fraction of what you did for me.”

I recline against the back of the sofa and Nico doesn’t waste a single second, taking hold of my spread thighs and diving straight for my pussy. He takes slow licks at my entrance, tasting me, and I buck against his mouth.

Sharp intakes of breath are all I can manage as he moves over to my clit and sucks. Stars explode at the edges of my vision, my back bowing off the sofa. I’m not in control anymore as Nico does it again. I throw my head back and moan loud, my hands flying to grasp the strands of his dark hair to keep him exactly where he is. “Do it again!”

Nico groans and obeys. Tension coils at the base of my spine. He dips down until his tongue enters me. The sensation is foreign but so fucking good and he does it again, finding a rhythm between sucking my clit in between his pursed lips and entering me softly with his tongue. The harsh and soft dual sensations send me towards my peak. His hands caress every inch of me, grabbing at my soft stomach and ample breasts, his touch urgent yet reverent.

I come with his name on my lips, my body shaking with the strength of the euphoria spreading into the rest of my body in waves. It goes on for a while, pin needles on my scalp and panting breaths in my lungs.

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