He
responds to my declaration with a kiss. Calling it a kiss just doesn’t seem like enough, it’s so much more. But there’s no name for two people becoming so entangled in each other that they get lost. For wanting someone so badly that your body trembles waiting for more. So much more.
I feel his swollen head at my opening and he breaks our kiss. The moment he draws his head back from me, I crave his lips back on mine. But he wants to watch me as he enters me for the first time. I find it arousing and erotic
, and I find myself wanting to show him what he is doing to me, instead of hiding my emotions. It’s so unlike me.
I’ve felt his hardness between us, so I know he’s large, but I never fully felt him to know exactly how big he is.
Until he’s pushing inside of me. He’s gentle, like he knows he can’t give it to me all at once, that he might tear me in half if he rams into me too quickly. He eases into me and stills, allowing my body to accommodate his thick girth. His hips make small, gentle circles, enabling my body to stretch before he pushes the rest of the way in. He moves slowly and I keep thinking that he must be all the way in, but then he keeps on inching in. Inch after inch of glorious thickness that fills me to the max. By the time the base of his thick cock hits against my body, I’m starting to worry I won’t be able to take anymore. But he settles and begins to swivel his hips gently, grinding his perfect body slowly up and down, each time brushing my clit, sending a jolt through my body.
Nico looks down into my eyes and I feel full.
Incredibly full. But not just from his thick length slowly rocking into me, I’m full of so much more. Emotion, warmth, raw feeling. Something I haven’t felt in a very long time. Alive.
My
eyes start to close as I feel my next orgasm rise to the surface. I want to let it wash over me, surrender to its intensity. But Nico has other plans. He gently kisses my lips and whispers to me, “I want to watch you. Please.” His words are so tender and soft, I’m unable to deny him anything. My orgasm rolls over me and I fight the urge to close my eyes. Instead I keep Nico’s gaze and give him what he wants, allowing him to feel my orgasm through my eyes as my body milks him through waves of uncontrolled spasms.
I’m shaking as he comes. His hips finally changing from a soft thrust to a ferocious pounding. I feel his thickness growing inside of me and then he comes on a growl. A raw, primal growl that is so intensely
sensual that it detonates an unexpected orgasm from my body and we both pant through our climax together. It’s the most powerful intimate experience of my entire life, and it’s only our first time together.
***
I don’t remember falling asleep, but I wake up before Nico. I can tell it’s morning by the light straining to come in through the drawn window shade. My head is resting in the crook of his shoulder and his grip is tight around me, even in his sleep. I admire the beautiful man holding me, his muscles bulging even in his relaxed state. It’s crazy how perfect his body is, as if it was sculpted by an artist. And the tattoos. Damn, the tattoos just add to the beauty, making him look like an exotic creature. I’ve never been with a man with tattoos. I’ve liked them from afar, but never had one in my bed. Men with this many tattoos tend to have an edge. A bad boy. I only go for the safe ones. At least I did.
Although I’m thoroughly enjoying watching him sleep, I need to go to the bathroom. I carefully untangle mysel
f from Nico’s thick arms, cautiously trying not to wake him. I spend a few minutes in the bathroom cleaning myself up and running my fingers through my hair. I look in the mirror and realize I look different, but I’m not sure what it is that I see to make me feel that way. Relaxed perhaps?
I make it back to the bed and I think I’ve succeeded at not waking him, when a large arm grabs
me and I’m suddenly on my back beneath Nico. It’s a little unnerving the way he tosses me around like I’m light as a feather, but at the same time I find it incredibly sexy. “Good morning, beautiful.” Nico buries his head in my neck as he speaks. His words vibrate with heat on my neck and goose bumps break out all over my body.
I can’t see his face, but I hear in his voice that he’s smiling. I smile back at him even though he can’t see me either. “Good morning.” I lift my chin, giving him better access to the spot h
e’s gently sucking and I feel his arousal on my leg. He’s hard and it’s not just the erection that men seem to wake up with.
Nico shifts
his hips and his body completely covers mine, I feel him positioned perfectly at my opening. But he pauses and pulls his head back to look at me. “Are you sore?”
I actually am pretty sore.
And not just my private area. My whole body feels a little beat up from the night before. But it’s a good feeling and I want more of him. I attempt to minimize my discomfort, knowing full disclosure might lead to him stopping. “Not really.”
Nico drops his head and I hear a deep chuckle. “You know, for a lawyer, you’re a shit liar.”
“Are you saying that lawyers are usually good liars?”
Nico arches an eyebrow in amusement. “That’s what I’m saying.”
“And how do you know that I’m lying? Maybe I’m not sore. Maybe you’re just too full of yourself thinking that you can make me sore that easily.”
Both of Nico’s eyebrows sho
ot up in response to my comment. “Well for starters, I asked you a direct question and you responded
not really
. I seem to remember that’s what you say when you have an answer that I’m not going to like.”
I squint my eyes and f
urrow my brows in an effort to look pissed off. But there’s no use. He’s absolutely right and I can’t pretend he’s not. I let out an exasperated, over exaggerated sigh and roll my eyes. “So maybe I’m a little sore.”
Nico smirks, looking full of
himself. I’m not sure if he’s full of himself for being right or for making me sore. Both would be my guess. But then something in his face changes and I watch his eyes darken before he begins to climb off of me. I reach for him as his body is half lifted off of mine. “Where are you going?”
“
I’m hungry. I was going to have some breakfast since you’re sore.”
I begin to
answer, ready to argue with him, when I realize what he’s doing. He isn’t lifting himself off of me, he’s lowering himself down my body. Nico is hungry and I can’t wait to be his meal.
Nico
Elle walks into the kitchen wearing nothing but the button up shirt I was wearing last night and a satisfied
smile. I feel like fucking Tarzan and it takes everything I have not to bang on my chest, knowing I put that satisfaction on her face. Again.
She looks sexy as hell and I need back inside of her. Soon. I can’t remember the last time I made a woman breakfast. The last thirteen months I’ve treated women like stray cats
. I’d pet em a bit, but if I fed them and they knew where I lived, I was afraid they’d come back. But Elle’s different. I want her to stay. I want to make her breakfast and then spend the day with her, maybe even spend some of the day outside of bed.
She’s quiet and I hope she isn’t thinking of how to make her g
etaway. She tries to steal a piece of turkey bacon I’m making, and I swat her ass with the spatula. Hmm. I hope she stays, so we can play with the spatula more. I toss her up onto the island, her bare legs swing around reminding me of a little kid. She’s smart and sexy and cute and has no idea of it.
“You have any plans for the day?” I’m venturing into u
ncharted territory here. It’s usually the other way around. They want to stay and I can’t wait to get rid of them.
“Umm. None that I really want to do. I have so
me work to catch up on, but it’ll keep.“
I take a piece of bacon over to her and feed it to her. She doesn’t attempt to take it from my hand. Instead she sits on the counter and bites of
f pieces. She smiles at me as she takes the last piece in her mouth, nipping my finger on purpose. The woman doesn’t have an ounce of fear of me, even knowing what I’m capable of.
She lifts her eyebrow
at me in challenge after her nip. “What do you normally do on Sundays?”
“I usually wind up downstairs, even though I tell myself I’m not going to work.” I take another piece of bacon from the plate over to her and offer her one bite. As she chews I pull her ass almost off the counter so she is flush up against me. The height is perfect. I’m definitely taking her in the kitchen like this when she isn’t sore. I pretend to offer her another bite of bacon, and then pull it back, shoving the rest of the piece into my own mouth instead.
She playfully pouts and shoves at me, but I don’t budge. “Preach and I also usually have dinner with Vinny Sunday night.”
“Vinny?”
“He’s a local kid I train. Mom’s a fu…screw up and he was on his way to a bad place. Got in trouble for fighting at school all the time, so I’m working on giving him focus. He’s a good kid, but don’t ever tell him I said that.”
“Your
secret’s safe with me. I won’t let on that you’re really a good guy.”
I wrap my arms around her waist. “You better not, I have a reputation to live up to, you know.” I plant one on her lips before finishing off our breakfast.
Elle
“Oh my god, this is so good. What did you put in the eggs?”
Nico laughs. “Can’t give away my secret. But I think you’re an easy audience with all the take out
crap you eat.”
After breakfast we share a shower. We stay in until w
e’re both pruney and the water runs cold. I could have spent hours sudsing up all the hard lines on Nico. He’s even more sexy in the full light of day. His broad square shoulders lead to his thick tattooed and rippled arms. His flat abdominal muscles feel as if they’re carved of stone and he has the most delicious v that points down to his impressive manhood. Truly a work of art.
Nico tells me he wants to take me out for the day and I agree, although he won’t tell me where we are going. We pass through the gym on the way out and
I’m surprised at how packed it is for a Sunday. A lot of shouted greetings are exchanged and Nico waves and keeps us moving. I hear a catcall or two as we make our way to the garage and I feel Nico’s grip tighten on my hip.
He opens the door to the SUV for me and helps me in. “Sorry about that. Sunday is match day and it’s a testosterone fest. They come in pumped up to compete and their manners go out the window.”
I smile. “It’s fine. Doesn’t bother me. I waitressed through college at a place that hosted private bachelor parties every weekend. I learned to smile and ignore real fast.”
“Yeah, well, I’ll be kicking some
asses when I get back, all the same.”
***
We pull up at Navy Pier Park and Nico comes around to open my door. He helps me out of the SUV, but doesn’t release my hand. Together we walk with our fingers laced tightly from the parking garage toward the Ferris wheel. I’ve never been one for public displays of affection, but it feels good, oddly natural, not forced or contrite.
There’s a fair going on,
as there is most summer weekends down at the pier, and vendors are set up all over the park. We walk around for a little while and the way that Nico directs us, I feel like we have a destination to get to eventually. But I don’t ask. It’s so unlike me to go with the flow and let someone else take the lead.
We come upon a bunch of tables set up, covered in Girl Scout cookies and dozens of girls in scout uniforms. A little girl is charging in our direction and for a minute I think she is running away from someone. Her face is so intent on where she is going. I can’t help but smile when I see her smile, her entire face lit up like a Christmas tree on Christmas morning as she yells, “Uncle Nico, you came!”
Nico lifts her up and swings her into the
air as the little girl is about to crash into us. “Yeah squirt, I came. You asked me to, right?” He sets her back down on the ground and she grabs Nico’s hand and begins pulling him in the direction of the cookie table. Nico looks to me apologetically, and grabs my hand, pulling me with him. We’re a human train led by what looks to be a six or seven-year-old girl.
“This is my Uncle Nico and he’s famous!” The little girl yells to her friends.
A gang of little girls swarm Nico and it’s the first time I see the big tough guy look a little scared.
A woman stands next to me and introduces herself as
Katie, Sarah’s mom. She apologizes for her daughter’s excitement and tells me that Uncle Nico is very popular with his nieces and nephews. I’m listening to her talk, but I can’t tear my eyes from Nico as he interacts with the kids. He’s such a walking contradiction, everything that he doesn’t appear to be. Soft, gentle, sweet, and playful, nothing like the bad boy fighter who I first laid eyes on more than a year ago at a random fight that I had no business being at.
As if he senses me watching him, Nico looks up at me and catches me watching him. He smiles at me and I smile back. When I finally tear my gaze from the
man who has captured my attention like no other, I find Katie is staring at me smiling. “What?” For a second I think I must have missed something during my momentary lapse of consciousness.
“Oh boy. You’re in trouble. I know that look he has. It’s the look of determination and the Hunter boys don’t stop till they get what they want.”
I laugh off her comment, but the thought that I could be Nico Hunter’s prey makes my stomach do a little flip flop.