Page 103 of Not Part of the Plan
He crawled onto the bed and, reclining against the pillows, pulled her over him. She straddled his hips and gasped when she landed with his erection nestled between her thighs.
With a deft flick of his wrist, he opened her bra and spilled her breasts free against his face.
Yes.Her body sang as he finally cupped her heavy breasts. He slid down lower on the mattress and ordered her to lean forward, bringing her nipples in perfect line with his mouth.
He took one hungrily between his lips, and Emma felt lightning explode in her veins. She felt it all, every stroke of his tongue, every change in the pressure of his mouth. She was electrified. Restlessly, she grinded against him, and when his cock slipped between her wet folds, she moaned.
It felt so good, so perfect, to have nothing between them. He released her first breast and moved to the next, nuzzling her flesh gently before latching on to suck and stroke.
She rolled her hips, reveling in the friction of him against her. “Nikolai,” she breathed. “I need you. I need you inside me.”
Her nipple popped free of his mouth. “Hang on, baby. I need a condom.”
“No,” she whispered the word, and he froze. She bit her lip. “I want you like you said in the car.”
His fingers flexed on her hips. “Are you sure?” He wanted it so badly that she could feel his entire body coil as if to pounce, yet he still held back to make certain. And that convinced her.
“Positive.”
“Are you—”
“Birth control,” she answered.
And then they were rolling, Emma on her back with Niko over her. He was already testing the resistance at her entrance, already probing with the thick tip of his erection.
She brought her knees up, begging him with her body to take her.
He looked into her eyes, into her soul, and she saw a tenderness she didn’t know was possible in those dark eyes. Carefully, patiently, he pressed her arms over her head and braceleted them with one of his hands.
His weight was on her, pressing her into the mattress, and instead of feeling trapped, Emma felt powerful, desired.
His eyes seemed to darken, and with excruciating patience, he worked his way into her. Emma had luxuriated in having Niko inside her before, but this? This raw fullness was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Stretched, stripped, bared. They were one. He pierced her with his gaze, dark and possessive and wondrous. And then he began to move.
She thought he’d lose himself to the speed and the craving for fulfillment. Thought they would race to the finish, but instead Niko took his time worshipping her body with his. He brushed his lips over her forehead and cheeks and jaw, skimming a hand over the curve of her breast and hip while stroking in and out of her with something that glowed like… love.
He moved in her with reverence. There were tears that clouded her eyes. It was too much. He made her feel too much. But her body wasn’t afraid. Her body wanted more of this beautiful, gentle pleasure.
With steady, venerating strokes, Niko primed her body. She was so slick around him that he moved easily in her, yet she felt every thick inch of him, every vein and ridge. He was grunting softly with each thrust, and the sound of his pleasure drove her mad.
She wanted him wild and fast but couldn’t fight the sweet, torturous pleasure complete surrender had given her. Every breath, every stroke, every whisper was golden and perfect. Their bodies warmed and slicked with sweat. The exquisite fullness she felt when he was sheathed in her was an impossible joy. The ache when he withdrew was an unimaginable torture.
They shared no words, only shallow breaths and whispered moans as each thrust brought them closer. He pulled back just enough so that she could see his face.
He knew her body so intimately, knew that she was seconds away from losing herself to the bliss that his body provided. Emma wanted him to go with her. She felt the first warning flutter deep inside her.
“Now, Nikolai,” she whispered.
And that was all it took. She was coming, and everything behind her eyes went black before glowing gold. The first wave closed her around his shaft, and she felt him come, not just in the stuttering jerk of his hips but how it let loose deep inside her. It took her pleasure to new levels, feeling him fill her, and she went blind again as she came and came and came, shattering around his release until they were coming as one.
He buried his face in her neck, grunting softly, hips thrusting, until he was empty, and she was so full. The beauty of it, the incredible cohesion brought the tears back to her eyes.
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He was playing with her hair, toying with fiery strands. “I’ve never had sex without a condom before.”
Her fingers paused in their tracings over his chest and stomach.
“Neither have I,” she confessed.
