tongue the length of her, burying his face in her heat. He darted around her clit, slow at first, excruciatingly slow, then gradually picked up the pace, working the sensitive bundle with his tongue while his fingers slid in and out of her.
She was moving with him now, reaching for the climax that was undeniable, irreversible. Losing herself to his hands and his mouth. He closed his mouth around her and sucked, sending her over the edge, breaking her into a million pieces as she cried out, coming with a force that shook her whole body, that threatened to destroy her.
She was still trembling when she reached for him. There was an empty place inside her, and only Nico could fill it. She leaned forward and reached mindlessly for him, desperate for him to slide into her.
He kissed her deeply while she undid his belt buckle. The taste of her on his mouth was erotic, and she felt another orgasm build between her legs as she reached into his pants, taking his cock into her hand. He was massive, heavy with his desire, and she moaned as she imagined him thrusting into her.
“Angel…” Her name emerged in a shudder from his mouth. “Say you want me, Angel.”
She was too intent on exploring his mouth, on the feel of his desire in her hand.
He pulled away, and she look at him through as if through a fog, her need for him still beating between her legs.
“You have to say you want me, Angel.” He looked like he was in pain as he said it. “I can’t… I have to know that you want this.”
The shock of cold air between them forced her into semi-lucidity. She looked at him, his eyes glazed with desire.
Nico.
Now something else was beating in her. Knowledge she wanted to deny. A reality she wanted to ignore in order to feel his hands on her again, to make it okay for him to take her.
Nico.
What was she doing?
She sat up, rummaging around in the folds of her skirt until she could smooth it over her bare legs. Her bare everything.
“I… oh, my god…” she said. “I don’t know what… I’m sorry.”
She slid away from him, her legs shaky as she tried to put some distance between them. Between her and what she had done, what she had almost done.
He stood, turning his back to her as he zipped his pants. When he turned around, his face was composed.
“I apologize.” The sincerity of his apology was written all over his face.
She swallowed hard. Part of her —- the crazy part—wanted to close the distance between them, put her hands on his face, tell him it wasn’t his fault.
And it wasn’t. Not really. She hadn’t wanted him to stop. If he hadn’t paused to ask her permission, it would be a done deal.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “I… I don’t know what I was thinking.”
His eyes darkened. “I have a pretty good idea.”
Her cheeks grew hot. “I got carried away. I’m sorry. But you have to know why it’s a bad idea.”
His nod was tight. “The bad idea to end all bad ideas.”
She had no idea why the words stung. “Exactly.”
He bent to pick up her panties and held them out to her. She put them in the pocket of his jacket.
“Thank you.”
“Shall we go?” His voice was distant, polite. “Luca will be waiting.”
She nodded.
They retraced their steps in silence. She was careful to keep some space between them. Clearly she couldn’t be trusted to think straight when he was around. It was only smart to minimize their contact as much as the circumstances allowed.
They passed the concession stands and headed for the gated archway. When they stepped onto the street, she slid the leather jacket from her arms.
“I think this is yours,” she said, handing it to him. “Thank you.”
She turned to open the car door, then paused and looked back at him.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I wanted to see you.” He met her eyes. “That’s all.”
She pushed away the longing that made her want to step away from the car, to step back into Nico’s arms. She wasn’t
She was moving with him now, reaching for the climax that was undeniable, irreversible. Losing herself to his hands and his mouth. He closed his mouth around her and sucked, sending her over the edge, breaking her into a million pieces as she cried out, coming with a force that shook her whole body, that threatened to destroy her.
She was still trembling when she reached for him. There was an empty place inside her, and only Nico could fill it. She leaned forward and reached mindlessly for him, desperate for him to slide into her.
He kissed her deeply while she undid his belt buckle. The taste of her on his mouth was erotic, and she felt another orgasm build between her legs as she reached into his pants, taking his cock into her hand. He was massive, heavy with his desire, and she moaned as she imagined him thrusting into her.
“Angel…” Her name emerged in a shudder from his mouth. “Say you want me, Angel.”
She was too intent on exploring his mouth, on the feel of his desire in her hand.
He pulled away, and she look at him through as if through a fog, her need for him still beating between her legs.
“You have to say you want me, Angel.” He looked like he was in pain as he said it. “I can’t… I have to know that you want this.”
The shock of cold air between them forced her into semi-lucidity. She looked at him, his eyes glazed with desire.
Nico.
Now something else was beating in her. Knowledge she wanted to deny. A reality she wanted to ignore in order to feel his hands on her again, to make it okay for him to take her.
Nico.
What was she doing?
She sat up, rummaging around in the folds of her skirt until she could smooth it over her bare legs. Her bare everything.
“I… oh, my god…” she said. “I don’t know what… I’m sorry.”
She slid away from him, her legs shaky as she tried to put some distance between them. Between her and what she had done, what she had almost done.
He stood, turning his back to her as he zipped his pants. When he turned around, his face was composed.
“I apologize.” The sincerity of his apology was written all over his face.
She swallowed hard. Part of her —- the crazy part—wanted to close the distance between them, put her hands on his face, tell him it wasn’t his fault.
And it wasn’t. Not really. She hadn’t wanted him to stop. If he hadn’t paused to ask her permission, it would be a done deal.
“It wasn’t your fault,” she said. “I… I don’t know what I was thinking.”
His eyes darkened. “I have a pretty good idea.”
Her cheeks grew hot. “I got carried away. I’m sorry. But you have to know why it’s a bad idea.”
His nod was tight. “The bad idea to end all bad ideas.”
She had no idea why the words stung. “Exactly.”
He bent to pick up her panties and held them out to her. She put them in the pocket of his jacket.
“Thank you.”
“Shall we go?” His voice was distant, polite. “Luca will be waiting.”
She nodded.
They retraced their steps in silence. She was careful to keep some space between them. Clearly she couldn’t be trusted to think straight when he was around. It was only smart to minimize their contact as much as the circumstances allowed.
They passed the concession stands and headed for the gated archway. When they stepped onto the street, she slid the leather jacket from her arms.
“I think this is yours,” she said, handing it to him. “Thank you.”
She turned to open the car door, then paused and looked back at him.
“Why did you bring me here?”
“I wanted to see you.” He met her eyes. “That’s all.”
She pushed away the longing that made her want to step away from the car, to step back into Nico’s arms. She wasn’t
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