He pushes my dress up around my waist and settles his hands on my panties. I hold still, desperate to see what he’ll do. Also a little afraid of what he’ll do to me. The last time he ripped my panties off, he spanked me.
Is this another punishment?
His eyes catch mine as he pulls my underwear down. I don’t stop him. Why am I not stopping him? I can’t seem to find it in myself anymore to stop him.
Nico has made me commit the worst sort of crime anyone can commit. I’m past saving now.
I might as well enjoy my ride into hell.
He settles my right leg over his shoulder.
My breath catches when he nuzzles my inner thigh. “Nico?”
“I love knowing I get to be the first man to ever put my mouth on you.”
I gasp. “Shouldn’t we take things slower?”
“Do you want to take it slower?” He keeps his face rightthere, making it hard for me to think.
“No,” I whisper. I want to see what he’ll do to me. I want to feel it.
“Good girl.” His smirk sets me on fire for the first time instead of irritating me. “I need to know what you taste like.”
That’s when he burrows his head right between my legs. I cry out when his lips find my folds. I never knew I was so sensitive down there. I know it now.
He lets out a low growl as he kisses up to my nub and spends time licking and flicking it with his tongue. My hips rise up of their own accord and buck against his face, seeking friction.
Nico is relentless with his tongue. Running it over and over and over my clit. I’ve never felt anything so good in my life before.
I’ve touched myself under the cover of darkness even though my dad always made it clear that masturbation was a sinful thing. That’s why I always felt shame about it. But I would touch myself and it would feel good.
But neverthisgood.
My hands grip the desk. I’m not sure I could stand upright on my own if it weren’t for the desk and Nico’s hands on my thighs. He’s gripping them like he’s worried I’ll run again. And I can’t say that I won’t. There’s still a part of me that wants to leave Nico. That wants to be free of him.
And another part that wants to enjoy complete freedom with him.
“Mmm,” he says, running his tongue over my folds. I gasp. I can’t believe that my powerful, sexy husband is kneeling before me, eating me out. I’ve read about this in books so I knew it was something people did.
But knowing about it and experiencing it are too completely different things.
My face is on fire as I buck my hips closer to his face. It’s shameful but then again, how bad can it be when it feels this good?
“Oh,” I gasp, dropping my head back. I have no worries or fears inside of me right now. Nothing but the pure pleasure Nico is showing me. It’s a cure of its own.
“Look at me,” he orders before returning to my nub.
“No,” I say breathless.
“Look at me, Sasha.” His hands tighten on my thighs and the command in his voice is sexy.
I lift my head back up and meet his eyes as he places his mouth back between my legs. He never looks away from me once as he runs his mouth over me. It’s the most intimate, pleasurable thing I’ve ever experienced. I don’t know how anything can get better than this.
“Oh,” I moan again. “Yes. Yes!”
His tongue finds the perfect pressure and rhythm against my clit. I can feel the pleasure growing, growing, growing inside of me. My hands tighten on the desk. I can’t hold back any longer.
Nico brings his hands behind me to cup my ass. The motion thrusts my hips forward, closer to his face. His nose presses against my pubic mound while his tongue laps at my bud. He’s eating me like a dying man. Like he’s not sure this will ever happen again.