Page 87 of Sweet as Sin (Bad Habit 1)
He was begging me for mercy. He was begging me for release. I’d give him both, but not before making him pay for it.
I wrapped my fingers around the base of his cock and began to stroke him in time with the pull of my mouth. With my other hand I cupped his balls. He shuddered, widening his thighs. His taste, his smell, his sounds, his ragged breathing . . . with every audible tick of the clock on the wall, I surrendered myself to sensation.
I surrendered myself to him.
“Tell me what you want.” I paused briefly to run my tongue around the velvet, throbbing crown of his erection. “Tell me what you need, Nico.”
“You, you, angel, always you.” His hips flexed into my hands. He opened his eyes and stared down at me, his face flushed with color, his hair stuck in damp strands to his forehead. His voice dropped to almost nothing. “For me it will always, only, be you.”
I tortured him with my tongue. My lips. My hands. He made a pleading noise. His lids fell shut. When he groaned, long and low, his entire body stiffening, I knew he was close. I straddled him, guiding him to my entrance, and hovered there above him, waiting for him to open his eyes.
When he did, I said softly, “I love you, Nico. No matter what happens, I’ll always love you. Do you believe that?”
His hands wrapped around my hips, pushing down, trying to enter me. I used my thighs to resist, stroking the head of his cock gently back and forth against my wetness. He groaned again, and I bent down to whisper into his ear.
“I love you. I will always love you. I belong to you, no matter what.”
He kissed me, desperate for my mouth. His hips bucked. When I wouldn’t let him slide into me, he grunted in frustration.
The next thing I knew I was on my back with his face between my legs.
I cried out as I felt the soft heat of his mouth on my aching center. He devoured me, roughly nursing my clit, sliding two fingers inside me, even sliding his tongue all the way inside me. I arched, gasping his name. His free hand caressed my breasts, pinching my hard nipples.
He lifted his head and turned it to my thigh. He bit me there, lightly, watching me with feral eyes. “Say it again.”
I watched in fascination as his head slowly lowered. He stroked his tongue in a slow circle around my clit, still looking at me, ravenous as a wolf. Then he stopped, waiting for me to speak.
“I love you,” I whispered.
He rewarded me with a dark smile, and his mouth. I moaned with the feel of him sucking hard on my swollen, sensitive nub. His teeth skimmed it, and my whole body jerked. He made a sound of male satisfaction, brought both hands up to squeeze my breasts, and did it again.
The sensation was so intense, I sucked in a breath. It felt like tiny explosions were going off in all parts of my body. Fireworks burst in blazing color beneath my skin.
I closed my eyes, and gave myself over to pleasure. My hips moved to their own rhythm, keeping time with Nico’s tongue. Soft moans worked from my throat. Heat blossomed across my cheeks and chest. I began to spiral past rational thought, consumed by what he was doing to me.
“This is my pussy.” His whisper was so soft he might have been speaking to himself.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted.
His hands tightened around my breasts. “These are mine, too, aren’t they, baby?”
He swept his thumbs back and forth over my rigid nipples. My answer was a softly begging whine. He pulled himself up my body, positioned himself between my legs, and took my face in his hands. He kissed me. I tasted myself on him, salt and musk and wetness, and loved it.
“And this beautiful mouth is all mine, isn’t it?”
His cock nudged my entrance. I arched m
y back, hungry for it, but Nico wasn’t giving me an inch until I gave him what he wanted. His voice was no longer a whisper. It was demanding, and hard. “Answer me.”
“Yes, Nico.”
He flexed his hips, allowing only the head of his cock to sink inside me. I moaned, and he smiled, wicked as the devil.
“Those eyes are mine, too.”
“Yes, God, yes.”
He gave me another inch. “What else, baby?”
