Page 130 of Tangled Hearts
Nic braces himself above me with one hand on the bed, then his other hand comes up. I’m expecting it to wrap around my throat, but instead, he brushes his knuckles along my cheek and down my jaw. The tender motion makes my stomach flip and my breath catch.
He breaks our kiss gently, staring down at me with hazy, lust-blown eyes. “Beautiful,” he whispers, letting his fingertips brush my cheekbone. “You are so fucking beautiful. Inside and out.” My heart races, his words settling deep inside me. “I am so lucky to have you.” He shakes his head like he’s awed. “I could live a hundred years and neverdeserve you, Eli. Your heart, your fire, your determination. You love with your whole heart, and I’m so fucking lucky that I get to live in that love.”
I don’t even know what to say to that. My heart feels like it might burst, my stomach fluttering with happy butterflies. “I love you too,” I whisper because even though he didn’t say he loved me in so many words, that was a declaration if I’ve ever heard one.
His eyes light up, his lips curving into a small smile. I want him. I always fucking want him, but I want to make him feel good. I want to show him how much I love him.
I push at his chest, and he rolls to his back. I dip my head, pressing my lips to the soft patch of skin under his jaw. He inhales a slow breath, so I keep going. Pressing kiss after kiss along his throat, down his chest. When I can’t go any further in my current position, I shift, sitting up beside him. I hook my fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants and tug them down until he gets the memo and lifts his hips so I can pull them off.
I toss them to the ground beside the bed, not really caring much where they land. Now that there’s nothing in my way, I settle between his legs and continue my path down his body, sucking his peaked nipples into my mouth, swirling my tongue around them until he groans and arches toward me.
I won’t lie. This makes me feel so fucking good. That I can bring him pleasure. That I can make him feel this way. Working my way down his stomach, I keep the same slow pace. Kissing him and laving my tongue over him, savoring the slight salt of his skin on my tongue. God, he tastes so fucking good.
His cock is hard, the ring in the head wet with pre-cum, and I drag my tongue over it, toying with the bar and making him choke out a moan. “Jesus, baby.”
I bury my face against the crease of his thigh, inhaling deeply. Ugh, he’s unreal. No man this hot should also smell this fucking good. I raise my head to look at him, and he’s already staring at me. And sure, his pupils are blown and his cheeks are flushed with arousal, but more than that, he’s looking at me like he loves me. Like I’m the only thing that exists to him. “Can I ride you?”
His eyes flutter closed as he nods. “God, Eli. Yes. Yes, please.”
I smile, surging up to straddle his hips and kiss him. His hands land on my waist, and he drags me closer. Even with how much I want him, with how hard he is, the kiss stays slow and sweet. Languid. Like we have all the time in the world.
I mean, it’s the middle of the night, and I’m kind of a slut for my beauty sleep, but I guess I can make an exception.
I sit back long enough to grab lube and pull my shirt over my head. I reach behind me, slipping a finger inside myself. I’m still pretty relaxed from earlier, still a little wet with lube and leftover cum, so I pour some lube in my hand and stroke Nic’s cock.
He jerks under me, a moan falling from his mouth, his hands trembling where they’re still gripping my sides. “Let me prep you, baby,” he slurs, his voice rough and low.
“Don’t need it,” I murmur, leaning over to kiss him again.
With his tongue stroking over mine and his hands grounding me, I grip the base of his cock and line it up with my hole.
I sink down slowly, letting him stretch me open fully. A whimper rises in my throat at the slight burn, the little ache. Nic tries to stop me. “I’m okay,” I whisper against his lips.
When I’m fully seated, I just hold there for a second, letting myself adjust to the angle and the depth. God, he’s so fucking deep like this. I roll my hips a little, groaning at the sensation, then do it again.
Nic doesn’t even try to control my motions. He just keeps his light grip on my body and his lips moving with mine. This is so fucking everything.
He breaks away with a gasp, his body trembling. He breathes my name, his fingers twitching at my sides. And I keep moving my hips, raising them up and down. I’m truthfully not sure I’m doing it right, since the only time we’ve had sex with me on top, he controlled it all. But judging by the ragged rise and fall of his chest and the string of moans he’s letting out, I’d say it’s okay.
“Does this feel good?” I whisper anyway, just in case he’s not enjoying it.
“So good,” he groans, tilting his head back into the pillow and exposing his throat to me. “You have no idea how hard I’m fighting not to come.”
Oh. I like that. My dick jerks, pre-cum pouring from the tip and dripping onto his stomach.
I roll my hips a little faster, letting the feeling wash over me as Nic starts to shake. Damn, he wasn’t kidding, I guess. “Slow down, baby.” His voice lacks all his usual bossy dominance, and I’m quite enjoying seeing him so close to the edge, so there’s no way I’m doing that.
I suck on the side of his neck, kiss his jaw, and nibble on his bottom lip. His hips are rocking now too, little tiny motions that he can’t seem to fight as he gasps and moans against my lips.
“Eli,” he chokes out in warning, his hand tightening like he’s going to try to stop me.
“Just let go, Nic. I want you to. I want to make you feel good,” I whisper.
I canfeelthe moment he stops fighting, the second he gives in. His body shudders hard, his cock twitching deep inside of me as hecomes. He finds my lips, kissing me as he lets out the hottest-sounding whimper I’ve ever heard in my entire life.
When his body comes down and our kisses slow, I sit up, his softening cock still buried inside me, and grip my aching erection in my hand. I stroke myself a couple of times, then swipe my hand through the puddle of pre-cum on his lower stomach.
His eyes bore into mine as I wrap my now wet, sticky hand back around my cock. I can feel him watching me, and it makes everything so much more intense. So, it only takes three strokes until I’m right on the edge, and a twist around the head of my cock to have my body shaking as I shoot thick ropes of cum over his chest.
