Nero - Page 171

I keep exploring until Nina needs to sit up so I can keep bunching the fabric of her dress upward and finally remove it. She’s not wearing a bra, only a small lace panty. I drink in the sight of her half-naked body, her heaving chest, planning every kiss I’ll spread over it.

Nina, however, has other plans. She rises onto her knees and starts unbuttoning my shirt, kissing the skin quickly revealed. When she finishes with the buttons, she slides her hands over my chest and abdomen, triggering spasms in my erection.

“You’re not going to play alone tonight, Nero,” she warns, having already read my intentions, and I grin wickedly.

“Are you sure?” I ask, firming my fingers at her hip and bringing my other hand between her legs. I press my finger against the fabric of her panties, finding them already soaked, and Nina moans. “I had some really good games in mind.”

“And we’re going to play all of them,” she answers, moaning and starting to rock her hips against my hand. “But later,” she declares, crashing her mouth into mine again. “Take my panties off, Nero,” she begs, sending my arousal through the roof. “Make love to me.”

I obey quickly. I slide the wet lace down and Nina lifts her knees off the mattress one by one until she’s completely naked. She reaches for the button of my shorts, undoes it, then the zipper, and I step off the bed to rid myself of my clothes.

Her eyes lick my entire body, lingering on my cock, and she moistens her lips. Fuck, it feels so good knowing she missed me as much as I missed her.

Nina crawls on her knees to the edge of the bed and plants a kiss on my chest. Her hands slide down my sides, over my thighs, sending shivers up my spine and sharp pulls through my balls, and I thread my fingers into her hair again.

I bend to kiss her mouth once more, sliding my tongue into hers and tangling them in a wet, delicious dance. It doesn’t take long before we’re both a mess of hoarse sounds and moans again.

I climb back onto the bed on my knees and sit down, pulling Nina to sit on my thighs, positioning myself between her legs. My cock points up between our stomachs, but Nina reaches for it, stroking it with perfect pressure before guiding it down, lifting her hips, and sliding it between the outer lips of her pussy.

The sensation of that wetness stroking my entire cock pulls a grunt from me. Nina starts moving slowly, back and forth, masturbating both of us at once. She leaves my mouth and scatters kisses along my jaw and throat. Nina licks my ear, scratches my nape, bites my chin. This woman is going to destroy me.

Her speed increases when her mouth returns to mine. Her hips abandon the back-and-forth and start grinding against my cock in a delicious, unbroken roll while her lips devour mine. I squeeze her ass and her breasts, driving her wild by matching the rhythm of my tongue in her mouth with the movement of her hips.

Her grip on my shoulders tightens as she rubs her open pussy against my erection, and her moans turn into cries. She throws her head back, tearing her mouth from mine, and I immediately latch onto one of her nipples, finally giving in to the urge to suck it.

“Nero,” she whimpers my name, and I think I’m about to embarrass myself.

“Little Fae, my cock has been feeding on nothing but longing for five years. If you keep playing with it like that, I’m going to come without even being inside you,” I admit softly. Nina stops the torturous grinding and looks down at me, chest rising and falling as her pussy drips over my cock.

“The last?” she asks, smiling with a completely different light in her eyes as she starts moving again—slowly now. My Little Fae is so possessive, fuck.

“The only one. After you, no one else.”

“Only mine? All this time?”

“Only yours.” I repeat it when I notice how much it excites her. Nina closes her eyes for a second, moaning, and I slowly brush my thumb over her nipple. I suck the other, then blow on it.

“Say it again,” she begs, losing her mind, throwing her head back once more.

“Only yours. I’m only yours—you know that,” I repeat, and without warning, Nina sinks down onto my cock, rolling her hips, descending inch by torturous inch, looking straight into myeyes, claiming what has always been hers, pressing our bodies fully together.

She lifts slightly and sinks back down, squeezing me slowly. I roar, completely overtaken by pleasure, as her moan drags on until her pussy swallows me fully again. She presses her mouth to mine.

“I’m only yours too. I always was. Nothing changed,” she admits, and I stop breathing as the weight of her words hits me.

“Only mine?” I ask, and she answers with a moan as she lifts and lowers herself in short strokes. “No one touched you, love?” I ask, rolling her nipples between my fingers, my touch more possessive than before, reveling in the idea that only I know the texture of her perfect breasts, their weight in my hands.

“No. Only you. They’re only yours,” she sighs in pleasure as I massage them, then I lick her throat, scrape my teeth down to the valley of her breasts, and slide my hand along her sides to grab her ass.

“Completely mine?” I squeeze her cheeks hard, holding her hips in place, and she’s quick to answer, eager to move again.

“Every curve and flaw,” she teases, licking my mouth, searching for my tongue.

“You’re perfect, Little Fae. It’s almost a crime that only I know your body,” I say, and she whimpers, writhing over me, desperate for friction.

“Do you want to change that?” she taunts, and I thrust into her hard, punctuating my answer.

“I’d rather die a criminal,” I growl, driving my hips up again. Nina screams, the sound shooting straight to my cock as a warning, but I’m greedy and almost risk a dangerous question. I try to stop myself, but I can’t. Every possessive cell in me vibrates, pushing, begging.