Page 63 of Isle of Pain

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“So greedy,” I chuckle. No matter what I suggest, he’d say yes, especially as I squeeze his cock and his expression morphs from tightness and pain to pleasure. “Let me clean you up first. Don’t move.”

With the strap secured proudly around my hips, I go to the bathroom and quickly retrieve a soft washcloth to clean Nico’s stomach and hands.

“Give me a colour,” I order because I need to take care of him. I know how overwhelming this moment could be for him. I want it to be a memory he’ll keep forever.

“So fucking green, Marie.”

Coming up onto his elbows, he threads his fingers through the strands of my black hair and pulls my head to his. It’s a break in character but I don’t mind. I kiss his cheeks and his throat, holding it with force as a reminder of who owns him. His little pants feed the hunger inside me.

Carefully so I stay inside him, we switch positions and I lay on my back while he straddles me. The low grunt escaping from his chest is primal and makes me feral.

“You’re so fucking deep,” he whines and I slap his ass playfully. It won’t sting but now I have a new idea for the next time we do this.

“And you fucking love it. Now shut up and ride that dick, baby. Let me hear you.”

He’s a masterpiece above me, rolling his hips like the slut I know he can be, taking me deeply inside him. His tattoos glint with sweat, a tableau of black and grey made of crying angels, and cunning demons. No inch of skin is left blank except under his left pec. Enough space for my name. The thought has me gripping his thigh with one hand and throat with the other, possession the only thing left between us. He’s shown me this new side of myself I didn’t even know existed and the gratitude I feel mixed with the devotion and love I have for this man goes straight to my head.

“You’re so perfect.” I keep praising him, saying in all the words but the one I can’t say yet. How much I love him, how much he means to me.

My eyes finally drop to his erect cock, bobbing in between us, purple with need and I know I have him exactly where I want him. I ask him to pause and slide a hand in between us, clicking the vibrator stuck between the strap and my clit on. The vibrations have us both gasping and I can’t help but laugh as I realise he can also feel the vibrations and he’s not gonna last.

“I told you your cum belongs to me didn’t I?”

“Yes, you did, Miss Marie. Please let me come,” he begs on a low rasp. “Let me come, let me come.” His chant continues as he gets himself off, moving up and down on top of me, hands on the headboard for support. My orgasm draws near, the vibrator and the pure satisfaction of seeing Nico so owned by me a heady cocktail going straight to my pussy.

I grow wet and messy, wishing I could get him inside me to clench around when I come. There’s always a next time, my brain murmurs. Nico’s movements get quicker and his cries louder. I take his cock in my hand and lean forward on my other elbow, licking the head and stroking him where my lips can’t reach. His taste is all I need as I fall apart, my hips jerking and adding to Nico’s pleasure.

“Oh fuck, Marie!”

I open my mouth and stick out my tongue. Our eyes meet as his cum hits my tongue, chin and chest. The amber of his eyes has given way to raw love and pure awe. We both fight not to close our eyes, too taken by euphoria, as he comes all over me, watching where he paints me in his release. It’s filthy and I can’t get enough.

When he’s fully done, I swipe my fingers through the mess and bring them to my mouth, moaning. If I can’t get his cum inside me, I always want it in my mouth and on my tits. It’s making me hot all over again and the vibrations of the toy send me into another orgasm. This time, I throw my head back as I scream his name until his lips fall on me to swallow the sound.

Overstimulated, I fumble to click the vibrator off and let out a deep sigh.

Nico’s weight over me disappears for a moment and then, a warm washcloth grazes my skin, cleaning me up. I should be the one doing that. Taking care of him, making sure he gets all the aftercare he needs. This was intense for both of us.

“Let me take care of you,luna mia. That makes me feel happy and important. When you let me care for you.”

I nod and swallow thickly. I know Nico too much. He didn’t only mean letting him take care of me after sex. And that’s the hardest part. After years of being ignored and dismissed, feeling like I didn’t have a place, becoming the centre of his life and attention is jarring. I still can’t believe I deserve it.

But my body and mind are floating in a place where these worries have less of an anchor and I let him. “You did so well, baby. You were so hot,” I tell him, caressing his cheek after he cleaned my hands thoroughly. His soft smile and crinkly eyes make my heart squeeze.

“You should have seen yourself,luna mia. Owning me so perfectly. I’m gonna have the best sleep of my life. I feel a little loopy.”

“We should get Ember and come right back to bed. You can paint tomorrow morning. I’d like it if you could hold me through the night. It would make me feel less on edge,” I admit the last part on a whisper.

I don’t mind that Nico comes and goes at night. He’s been a night owl for years and old habits die hard but after what we shared, I don’t want to wake up and not have him close by. He’s the reassuring presence I want around me when the demons that hide under my bed try to claim me. When the doubt will become too loud and wake me up from sleep, when alcohol will seem like the God-given solution, I want him to be here so I can share my struggle and he can appease me like he’s done so many times before.

“Am I to become your new addiction, Miss Marie?” Nico asks against my lips.

“Yes, and I don’t ever want to get sober.”

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NICO

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