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She grabs the back of my head and slams her mouth to mine as I slide all the way home inside her until our groins are flush. We both moan into the kiss and begin to move. It’s slow, each of us taking in these new sensations of pleasure like we’ve never experienced.
Her inner walls are tight and grip me like a fist. I thought her mouth on me earlier was the ultimate, but this feeling surpasses it a thousandfold. I break the kiss and watch as she tilts her head against the wall and closes her eyes. I want to demand that she open her eyes and look at me, but she’s too damn beautiful like this, lost in her own euphoria. And I’m lost in her.
My hands grip her ass and pull her down onto me as I thrust upward, our bodies meeting with soft slaps of flesh. I adjust my angle a little until I find the spot that has her fingers clenching in my hair.
“Oh god. Right there, Helix. Don’t stop, baby.”
“Not stopping,” I grunt. A team of highly trained Navy SEALs could burst through the door right now, and they wouldn’t be able to pull me off my woman.
Mine. Mine, mine, mine. It’s a mantra running through my head, and I test the word on my tongue and give it my voice.
“Mine.”
Nicolette’s eyes pop open, and she stares at me, wide-eyed before her face relaxes into a soft smile. “Yes, I’m yours.”
Have there ever been three words as beautiful as those? Screw poetry. Nicolette saying she’s mine is my poetry, and I want to give her the same gift.
“And I’m yours.” It comes out more easily than I would have expected, but it feels good. My soul feels lighter somehow after saying it.
I push forward with a particularly deep thrust, and Nicolette moans, her hands tugging my hair so hard I may have a bald spot. I don’t give a fuck. I do it again and again until she’s coming around me with my name on her lips. I don’t stop until I feel her fingers loosen and her hands drop to my shoulders as her breaths come out in harsh pants.
But I’m a greedy bastard, and I want more.
Dipping my head, I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and she gasps. I suck her hard, giving her a scrape of my teeth across the tender bud, and she moans, “Oh god, that feels so good.”
“Give me another one,” I demand, moving to the other breast to give it the same treatment.
“I don’t think I can.”
I kiss up her chest and neck until we’re eye to eye. “You can and you will. Put your hands above your head.” She hesitates until I narrow my eyes at her, and then she complies.
Taking both her wrists in one of my hands, I use the other to hold her up while I pull back my hips and give her a long, slow stroke. “Feel that, baby?” I ask. “That’s all for you. My cock belongs to only you.”
She quivers around my throbbing erection, and I have to hold back my own orgasm until I get another from her. I don’t just want it. Ineedher pleasure like I need air.
A dozen more thrusts have us right on the edge, and my entire body tenses as it prepares for the impending orgasm. “I can’t hold back. Come for me, my queen.”
My words tip her over, and I follow a second later, holding myself deep inside her perfect pussy and letting go. I watch the grimace of ecstasy on Nicolette’s face, the way she bares her teeth and squishes her eyes closed. And I fall into the abyss of something I never imagined.
Releasing her hands, I press my forehead against the wall beside her head and inhale the sweat from her skin as a few of her escaped curls tickle the side of my face. I continue to pump gently into her, my release mixing with hers.
I don’t know what to do with all these feelings. I don’t know how to handle this aching sweetness in my heart. Because…
I think I’m falling in love with this woman.
“Enjoy your bath, queenie,” I tell her, brushing my hand across the top of her messy head. “I’ll get dinner started, but text me when you’re getting out so I can put arnica cream on your butt.”
She looks up at me with fire and adoration in her green eyes. “I can put cream on my rear by myself.”
I bend and kiss her before capturing her eyes with my own. “I know you can, Nicolette. You are a strong, capable elephant, but I want to take care of you. It’s important to me.”
Her face softens, and she gives me a nod.
Downstairs, I start making a nice sauce I’ll serve over pasta. I have a chef that comes in and meal preps for me once a week, but I want to do this all by myself. For Nicolette.
My mother is of Italian descent, so I use her recipe, adding in all the spices she taught me about when I was little. I liked cooking with my mom, while Phoenix wasn’t patient enough to sit still long enough to learn. Being with Mom in her kitchen brings back some of my best memories.
My eyes fall on the breakfast nook, and I see the wooden spoon I’d used to spank Nicolette’s pussy. Walking over, I pick it up and rub it against my lips. Then, I go back to the stove and use that spoon to stir the sauce with a big grin on my face.
