“Fuck,” leaves me on a low whine as I push up and into his hand. Begging him for more.
“Patience,” he says, taking a tightened tip between two fingers and pulling. The sudden jolt of pleasure leaves me breathless while his hands continue to explore.
Beneath the water my hips undulate, thigh parting in invitation—an invitation he ignores when he drops the washcloth and uses both hands to manipulate my breasts. Tugging, pulling—squeezing each mound with just the right amount of pain.
I like the small sting from his fingertips when he smacks the tight tip. There’s a second where pain and pleasure meet, sending a fiery trail of euphoria down my limbs, and I cry out. It’s loud within the room, and full of the need I’m losing my mind over.
“I want to hear that same sound the moment I stretch your pretty little pussy. When I take the innocence you saved for me.” He trails his lips down my neck, and then bites down where my neck and collarbone meet. “Do you want that, Mila? Do you want my cock?”
“Yes.” Not an ounce of hesitation.
“Good girl.” Releasing my right breast, he skims down my body until he reaches my core. He cups me in his warm hand and spreads the juices, coating my labia around my entrance. I’m soaking wet for him, and it has nothing to do with the water in this tub.
“I need more. Please, baby...oh, shit!” A single, long finger enters my pussy, and I clench down hard. Walls fluttering, I hold him inside me as a rush of arousal coats his hand.
My slickness is all for him, and his groan against my ear is that of a man in pain. “Tell me I can have you forever. Past this life and each one that follows, Mimi.”
“I’m yours for eternity.” A second finger enters me, and there’s a tiny pinch of discomfort. I know it will hurt, that I need to woman up, but my reaction can’t be helped, and he pauses. “Don’t. I’m okay.”
“You’re so fucking tight. I hate to hurt you.”
“It can’t be helped, but Nick, I trust you.” As the last word leaves my lips, I buck against his hand, taking more of his fingers inside. Deeper. “This is yours. All yours.”
“Turn around,” he growls, voice huskier than I’ve heard from him. “Now.”
Turning around, I straddle his upper thighs, his hardness grazing my stomach as I sit down. There’s no room between his chest and mine. Our lips meet at once in a kiss that takes the very air from my lungs and on the same note, gives me life. It’s hungry and sweet. Powerful and all consuming.
His hands wander lower once more, grabbing a handful of my ass while grinding into me. Water splashes over the side of the tub, but neither of us care enough as he lifts me and holds me just above his cock, the swollen head rubbing me just right.
I’m wiggling, squirming in his hold, trying to lower myself down his impressive length. “Baby, I—”
“I love you, Mila,” he says with so much tenderness that I stop. Our eyes meet, and in his, I see it all. My future. Our life together and all the years of bliss we will share. “I know it’s soon, and probably crazy, but I need you to understand that this is it for me. You are it. That I’ll spend the rest of my life making you the happiest woman in the world.”
Tenderly, I cup his face and press my lips to his. Breathe him in. “I love you, too.”
“Thank you.” And then, his tip caresses my entrance—presses just hard enough for the head to enter. “Son of a bitch,” he chokes out, his arms shaking while holding me in place. I can’t talk. I’m lost to the feel of him inside. The heat of his skin on mine.
“More.”
“Baby, give me a moment...let’s slow—”
“No.” With a grunt, I drop more of my weight on his length and take almost half of him inside. “Fuck.” Now, there’s pain and this sense of rightness that overrides the discomfort. I’m not going to pretend it isn’t happening, hide what I’m experiencing, but I take solace in knowing that he cares.
“I got you, sweetheart,” he whispers low, his voice hoarse. My thighs are shaking I can’t hold myself us; and drop another inch. At once, his hands are on my hips, holding me still while he fights his own urge to take me. “Slow. No rush.”
“I’m going to be okay. Just need a minute.”
“Baby, we can stop. This is everything and more than enough.” Sweet man. God, I love him.
“Just hold me.” I feel his nod, and when his arms wrap around my back to give me the comfort I need, I take the rest of him in. All the way until my clit throbs against his base.
“Motherfuck.” Nicholas is tense beneath me, muscles coiled tight while his hands remain gentle on my skin. “Tight...wet...heat.”
“I love you.”
“God, sweetheart. You’re everything to me.” Now that I am fully his, that the hardest part is over, I focus on how his lips skim my hairline and the racing of his pulse point. How he throbs within me but refuses to move and hurt me. How I can feel the head of his dick expand and the wetness that seeps from between my lips and onto his shaft.
It takes a while. A lot of breathing from me and the words of love he repeats, but after a while the pain dulls into a manageable throb that lets me notice a few other things.
How when I flex my walls, a tingle forms and my skin breaks out in goose bumps.
“Mila.” My name is a mantra, a hiss that escapes through clenching teeth. “I need to move. Please.” Instead of answering, I rise up and then drop slowly. Once. twice. And then on the third, I swivel my hips enjoying every new sensation.
There’s a twinge of pain, but it’s mild and morphing into pleasure. Having him inside is life changing.
“You feel so good,” I whimper, fingernails digging into his chest as I pick up speed. I’m chasing this sensation—a need that’s beyond my control. “So full. I can’t stop.”
“Fuck, yes. Ride me, baby...just like that,” Nick grunts, his hands grabbing my hips and bringing me down harder on my next lift.
He meets me thrust for thrust, manipulating me over his dick while I clench on each entry. Each time our pelvises meet, my clit throbs against his skin. I rub myself, use him to bring me closer to the edge I want to meet.
“More. I need more,” I wail with pleasure, a cry for him to not hold back, because I know he is. “Give me all of you.”
“I’ll take care of you after. I swear it.” That’s all the warning I get before I’m pulled up and off his cock, the bulbous tip sitting just outside my opening. His eyes are on mine, hungry and almost angry. “Give me your lips. Kiss me.”
“You want my mouth?” My eyelids are heavy, lip caught between my teeth. “How bad?’
“Motherfucking kiss me.” His snarl is accompanied by a punishing thrust, impaling me to the hilt. There’s no mercy in him this time. Those arms hold me to him while he takes over, and all I can do is hold on.
Harder. Faster. Deeper than I thought possible, and yet, it’s still not enough.
I crave him in a way that is illogical.
“Oh, God!” I manage to cry out before his fingers embed themselves in my hair and pull me down. Our lips clash, teeth clinking as his tongue invades my mouth, our kiss sloppy and frantic. We’re pressed together and taking what we can while our hips move at a speed that shouldn’t be possible.
I’m close. So close, and he senses this. He brings his warm fingers between our bodies and circles my clit. Just two small strokes, and everything around me disappears. The noises—the water sloshing—nothing remains but Nick.
I come for him and hard, so fast that it robs me of all other senses. The sensations he’s pulling from my body are all I can process.
Below me, he tenses. “Fuck, baby. Fuck.” His large hands grab an ass cheek in each hand to pull me down harder. Holds me there while flexing his hips, short little jabs that prolong the electric rush of pleasure coursing through my body.
I’m spent. My body gives in, and I let myself relax atop him. He’s still coming, his warmth coating my walls as I try to regulate my breathing.
After
a few minutes, his nose nuzzles my hairline. “I love you,” he says quietly. Almost too low for me to hear, but I do. My lips part, and I am just about to return the sentiment when he mutters a promise that fills my heart with sadness and hope. I’ll always come back to you.
ten
There’s a ringing of a phone. Not mine, but I can hear it coming from somewhere very close by.
Too close, and I swipe a hand out to swipe it—shut the damn thing off.
“I’m going to need that, love.” Nicholas chuckles. He’s beside me but not on the bed, and I reach a hand out to his pillow. A cold pillow. How long has he been up? “Open your gorgeous grey eyes, babe. Let me see you.”
“No.”
“Please.” A finger runs up my naked back, and goose bumps arise. “I’m missing my girl.”
There’s a hint of melancholy in his voice that makes no sense, and I crack open one eye. Immediately, I wish I hadn’t. The stinging rays of sunshine burn my retinas. “Oh, God. Please close that.” Whimpering, I bury my head in the pillow. “Why are you up so early anyways? Come back to bed and snuggle.”
Higher, his fingers walk up my neck and then scratch my scalp. I’m almost purring with how good it feels. “It’s almost eleven, Mila. That, and I am starving.”
Eleven? Jesus. It feels as if we just went to sleep. Nick was insatiable, and I’m no better. In between a few glasses of champagne and a catnap, we made love well into the night.
“Are you sure it’s so late?” Sore, sleepy, and starving myself, I hedge. Hoping that he saw the wrong time and I can crash for a few hours. The days are dwindling, and I’m in no rush to face reality.
I’d rather hide away with him and ignore the elephant that grows larger each day.
The padding of his feet follows him across the room, and the swish of a closing curtain follows. At once, the light inside dims and the uncomfortable sensitivity in my eyes ceases.
“Better?”
“Yes.” Flipping over onto my back, I open my eyes and search out his muscled form.
“Fuck.” Not sure if that came from me or him, but within seconds the towel around his waist falls to the floor and my thighs part.
Like a dangerous predator stalking his prey, he crawls up the bed with his hungry eyes on mine. The muscles in his back and arms flex with each precise movement, his cock hard and throbbing in my direction.
He stops as the bulbous tip grazes my slit. “Are you in pain?” It’s sweet that he asks, and even though I am sore, I want him again.
“I want you.”
“Baby, I—”
“I’m sore, but happier than I’ve ever been. We need this.” I pull him closer, and he falls perfectly inside the cradle of my hips. His girth parts my lips, the tip pressing against my clit. If I shift my hips just right, he’ll slip inside. “I want to remember these moments when you leave. Feel you each time I move, and know that when you return, you’ll remind me over and over that I am owned.”
“Knowing you are waiting for me will help me get through each day.” A tiny flex of his hips, and I wrap my legs around his waist. Hold him to me. “I love you, Mila. Can’t imagine my life without you in it, and I promise, this is my last leave without you coming with me.”
“But—”
“We’ll figure it out, but it’s my last.” Nick shifts, and the first inch slides in. Just the head, and my walls clamp down. It seems that all he has to do is touch me and I’m close. It shocks me—pleasure crawls up my limbs, and my core throbs. My walls pulsate—I want him in deeper.
To consume me.
“So fucking wet,” he grunts, pushing past my tight hold. A sharp thrust, and he’s buried to the hilt.
The pleasure of having him inside is indescribable. I feel whole.
“Baby,” is all I manage to get out before a scream catches in my throat. He pulls out—eyes holding mine—and slams back in.
“Again. Squeeze me like that again,” he demands, hands pinning my hips down while he pumps into me at a lazy pace, just enough to keep me on edge.
“Make me,” I moan, fingernails digging into his bicep. I’m so close, and he knows this. “Or better yet…can you?”
Those hazel eyes I love narrow, and his pupils dilate. There’s an angry snarl, a curve of his lip that tells me I will be more than fucked properly for that last remark.
Four hard thrusts. Bam. Bam. Bam. Bam.
Less than a few seconds apart and my back bows back, eyes squeezing shut as the most delicious pleasure vibrates over my skin. Sudden and bordering on painful, my orgasm rushes through my limbs, and I clamp down hard.
It’s like getting hit by a battering ram of euphoria, and I can no longer feel anything past his touch.
“Son of a bitch.” I hear his growl, but all I can focus on is how he swells within my walls and the pulsating as his come coats my walls. Our combined release spills, overflowing my small body and coating my other hole.
The scent of our love is all around us, and I find myself smiling, wishing I could hold onto this forever. Hold onto the man that is lying on me and holding me tight.
Moments pass and neither of us speak, not until two things happen at once: his phone goes off, and my stomach rumbles.
“Go and grab a shower before your stomach attacks me.” Nick chuckles, fingers tickling my side. “I’ll make us something quick to eat.”
“With lots of coffee?”
“That’s never up for debate, babe.”
“Deal.” Sixty seconds pass, and nothing. He doesn’t move. “You kind of have to let me up.”
“I know…” his lips pepper kisses all over my chest “…but I don’t like it.”
“But coffee.”
“But I love you.” Nick’s petulant act is cute, but I don’t tell him this.
“Fine. Ten more minutes,” I say and add a long sigh at the end for dramatic affect.
I also don’t point out that he’s the one that told me to get up and shower.
“Hey, babe, do you know where—what’s going on?” I step fully inside the kitchen, watching my man struggle with something. His back is to me while looking into the backyard, muscles tense under the pressure of whatever is bothering him.
He’s holding his cell phone, which looks to be close to cracking if he doesn’t ease up the hold.
The silence continues, not even an acknowledgement, and I walk closer. My feet carry me over and on my next breath, my arm wraps around his midsection. Hold him close.
That’s when I feel it. His entire demeanor loses the edge it was on, and he relaxes against me. The fight leaves, and he places his hand over mine.
Just holds it. Moreover, still no words.
“Babe, talk to me. You’re scaring me.” Something in my tone snaps him out of whatever funk he’s in, because in seconds, I’m once again in his arms and being kissed as if it’s the last time he will get the chance.
A starving man.
“I’m so sorry,” he says against my lips, bottom one caught between his teeth. “It was never my intention to put you in this position, but I have to go one more time. Just one more, Mila, and I am done.”
“Hey…” I pause, trying to find the words through the sudden lump in my throat. “Where is this coming from? We’ve talked and agreed that this changes noth—”
“The organization called, and I’m to report for work tomorrow morning,” he interrupts, the apprehension in his eyes catching me off guard. It takes a moment, but his words sink in and my heart drops. I don’t have the luxury of a few more days. No, I now have hours. Minutes. “Please say something. Mila, I hate to leave you like this.”
“Why? Why the sudden rush?” A million and one scenarios cross my mind, and I don’t like any of them. Worrying over someone you care about is never easy, but love—loving someone so completely amplifies those feelings. A roller-coaster ride of emotions that leaves you breathless and praying for everything to be okay.
Nick cups my face in his hands, bringing my eyes bac
k to his. Whatever happened isn’t good. “The volcano erupted last night around eight o’clock, and the devastation is monstrous.”
“Jesus Christ,” I breathe out, hands trembling. I can’t even imagine the kind of fear and anguish those people must be going through.
“They need people; volunteers and medical personnel at every corner of the city. The urgency is too great, and many have lost their lives. Mila, right now it’s about saving those we can.”
And that is why he’s my Champ. Selfless and courageous.
Nicholas is my hero.
“I’m not going anywhere.” At my vow, he releases a shuddering breath and crushes me to his chest. His lips skim across my temple and down my cheek, words of love coming from his lips with each exhale. “It sucks, but we made a promise to work this out. And we will work…trust me.”
“With my life.”
“You better, Dr. Champ.” I’m successful in my attempt to break the tension when he chuckles. Taking advantage of his distraction, I turn my face and nip his chin. “I love the way you laugh. All carefree and loud, babe. It’s a cute laugh.”
He looks at me and shakes his head. “What will I do without this craziness in my life every day?”
“Make plans to get in a lot of trouble with me when you get back. I want dates, to be spoiled, and plenty of naughty sleep—”
“Deal.”
“But I didn’t get to finish what I was saying.”
He gives a sheepish shrug. “You said naughty. That’s the only word that matters.”
“Men.” I roll my eyes and act put out. Even add a pout, which he leans in and nibbles on. His kisses are drugging, and I melt into him once more. Kiss him with every bit of the passion he ignites within me.
“Fuck, I’m going to miss this. Kissing you whenever the fuck I want.”
“Ditto.” And reluctantly, because it’s necessary, I pull back, giving him a small smile. “Now, what do we need to do to get you prepared? Do you have everything, or do we need to go shopping?”
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