Page 66 of Keeping My Girl

He bends his head down, capturing my beaded nipple in his mouth before sucking and gently biting. The combined pleasure and pain has me seeing stars. It’s never felt like this, and I can feel the tears gathering up in my eyes. All the fear and trepidation I had melts away with every kiss he places on my breasts.

“Is this okay?” Nico asks, his face etched with worry.

I realize I’m crying, but it’s not because I’m in pain or uncomfortable. “I never knew it could feel like this,” I confess in a rush.

His expression instantly relaxes, and his mouth comes down to capture mine in a soul-searing kiss. I dig my fingernails into the muscled flesh of his shoulders as his tongue delves into my mouth, ravaging me.

He fucks me nice and slow, making me take every inch of his cock, as his mouth guides down my throat to my breasts. He runs his thumb over the stiff peak of one breast as his mouth captures the other, licking and gently biting, lighting up every pleasure sensor I have in the process. His worshiping touch and the warm suction of his wet mouth as he latches onto my other breast turns me into a trembling mess.

My hands glide over the planes of his muscular back, touching every inch of his smooth skin as his hips piston, driving his hard length into me.

I didn’t realize until that moment how badly my body had been starving, so desperate for his touch and pleasure. A delicious rush of sensation flows through me, and I feel so close to the edge. My fingernails score his back as I pull him impossibly closer, trying to hang on for dear life as my orgasm begins to rip through me.

“Come for me, Lina,” he whispers against my lips.

I come apart at the seams at that very moment, crying out his name as I shatter under him. Nico rocks into me, drawing out the pleasure as his breathing grows louder, harsher. Then, he pulls out suddenly, his eyes locked onto mine in an unwavering stare as he reaches his own bliss. “Fuck, Lina,” he groans deeply, gutturally, as thick ropes of his seed coat my stomach while he strokes his cock.

His biceps and thighs shake from the powerful orgasm, and I watch him in awe. He looks like some kind of powerful Greek god in that moment — hooded gray eyes, sexily mussed dark hair, and ripped muscles glistening with a light sheen of sweat from exertion.

The room grows quiet; our rapid, ragged breaths the only sounds filling up the space. I languidly lie in the bed as a warmth settles over my body, spreading from head to toe as I enjoy the post-coital bliss that I never had a chance to experience before.

“Are you okay?” he asks, his brows furrowed in concern.

Am I okay? I’m more than okay. I feel like a phoenix that’s risen from the ashes to be reborn. Nico has done the impossible. He’s pumped new life into someone who swore she was done living.

“Let’s do that again,” I purr.

A deep chuckle escapes him; but when I wrap my hand around the back of his neck and bring his lips down to meet mine, he realizes I’m not joking. He groans in approval as I reach down and stroke his hardening cock.

In a quick move, he flips me onto my stomach and enters me from behind. I cry out in surprise and then moan in pleasure.

We make love for the rest of the night. And when I wake up the next morning, I’m sore in all the right places and I have a permanent smile on my face.

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