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Isabella relaxes in my hold, and I push into her further, kissing my way down her neck, then sucking a taut nipple into my mouth. She arches into me, and her pussy relaxes around me even more, so I thrust the rest of the way into her.

She lets out a moan, her walls clenching around me. “Oh gosh, Nicco. You feel so fucking good.”

I give her nipple a small tug, then move over to the other and give it the same attention.

Isabella’s hand finds its way into my hair as I thrust in and out of her. “Ahh, fuck, Isabella. You’re so fucking tight,” I mumble against her breast. “You feel too damn good.”

She meets each of my thrusts with her own, raising her hips to meet mine. We quickly fall into a rhythm together, and I know I won’t last much longer. The wild movements causing an array of sensations to spread throughout my body.

“Oh, fuck, Isabella. I’ve missed the way your pussy feels wrapped around my cock,” I grunt out with each thrust.

“Yes, Nicco,” she cries out. “I need you to give it to me harder.”

Smiling, I oblige, giving my girl exactly what she needs, meeting each raise of her hips with a forceful thrust of my own. With each one I give her, I know she’s getting closer to orgasming.

I bring myself back down to her breast and suck a nipple back into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. Her pussy clenches around me, and the quivers take over her body. My dick swells in her heated core, and I know we’re both about to tumble over that cliff together.

Wrapping my hand around her neck, I give it a squeeze. Isabella arches into me even more, her pussy squeezing me tighter than fucking ever, and after a few more thrusts, her hand tightens in my hair, pulling at the strands as her climax takes over her body while she cries out my name.

It’s not long after that I’m following her over the edge, my balls tightening before exploding, and the most amazing fucking feeling courses through my entire body as I thrust everything I have in and out of her. “Fuck, Isabella,” I groan out.

She meets each of my frantic movements with her own, and I come the hardest I’ve ever fucking come in my life.

As we come down from our highs, I roll us both onto our sides, my dick still inside her. Isabella places her hands on my chest.

“Holy shit, my sweet Isabella,” I whisper. “I just need a minute after that.”

“I know. That was incredible, Nicco. I don’t… I don’t have words,” she says between pants.

“I love you,” I say, but knowing she’s not ready to say it back, I bring my lips to hers and kiss her, then look into her eyes. “I’ll pull out in a minute, but just give me a few seconds to hold you.”

She smiles up at me, and I wrap my arms around her tighter, knowing this is exactly what home feels like. And I will never let this go.

49

ISABELLA

The past few days with Nicco have been amazing. Spending time together was exactly what I needed. It brought me back to the good times I still can’t believe we’re able to have again.

As I lie here in bed, snuggled into Nicco’s chest, I think about Liana’s proposition from the other night. I’ve always loved the bridal industry, but I never considered officiallyworkingin it. Is this something I could actually do?

“What’re you thinking about?” Nicco asks while rubbing his hand up and down the middle of my back.

“There’s something that’s been on my mind a lot lately. Ever since you brought it up, actually.”

Nicco leans back so he can look into my eyes, a slight hint of concern swarming his. “Oh yeah? What’s that?”

“The other night when I was at dinner with the girls, Liana brought up me working with her.”

“With?”he says.

“Yeah. She was talking about how she’s been swamped between the store, custom orders, her new bridal line, and getting together her new men’s line.”

“She’s coming out with a men’s line? Damn, I didn’t know that. She’s really creating that fashion empire she always dreamed about, huh?”

That comment brings a smile to my face. Liana used to always talk about how one day she would be one of the world’s largest fashion brands. The dining table in our college apartment was always filled with different fabric swatches and her designs. She was always nose deep in everything that had to do with fashion. It’s amazing to see how far she’s come, turning her dream into a reality. And I love that Nicco cared enough to not only notice but remember as well.

“She is, and she wants me next to her while she does it. At least for the bridal line, which I’m really considering because I love bridal.” There’s something about designing a dress for a bride on one of the biggest days of her life; a day she’ll love and cherish for the rest of her life. It’s such a rewarding feeling being part of something like that.

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