of you tonight.” Nico kissed along the edge of her collarbone. “All night if you’ll let me.”
“I’ll let you.” She sighed, surrendering to him. It felt good to let go, to relax a little, to let him pleasure her without needing to give him anything in return. He resumed kissing her breasts and she did nothing but lie there underneath him. He pinched her nipples and bit them gently until they were swollen and sore—the way she liked them.
Nico slipped his hand between her legs and found the ring that pierced her clitoral hood.
“Decoration?” Nico asked.
“Mostly,” she admitted. “But it can be useful if you know what you’re doing.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but you can teach me.” Nico gave her a roguish grin.
With everything that had happened to her, with everything she’d been through and with everything she’d lost, she shouldn’t even be in bed with Nico, much less loving every second of his company. Had what she’d lost created such a vacuum that she needed to fill it with Kingsley’s son in her bed? Apparently so.
“There’s a bag in the bathroom,” she said. “Black silk.”
Nico raised his eyebrow.
“Trust me,” she said.
Nora straightened her gown and adjusted her pillows as Nico went into the bathroom to retrieve her bag. She gave him a wink before untying the cord and opening it. It contained nothing but a few pieces of jewelry she always traveled with—two pairs of earrings, a bracelet and the rings Søren had given her for Christmas. She’d taken the rings off two weeks ago, but she didn’t leave them behind. She could never leave them behind.
From the bag she selected an eighteen-inch silver beaded chain. She removed the camphor glass fleur-de-lis pendant, a birthday gift from Kingsley, and laid the bag aside.
“Are you getting the idea?” she asked, holding up the chain and running it through her fingers.
Nico took the chain from her hand.
“Lie back,” he said. “Open your legs.”
“The five best words in the English language.”
“Couche-toi. Écarte les cuisses,” Nico said.
“The five best words in the French language.”
Nora lay back as instructed and opened her legs wide for Nico. He tried and failed to unclasp the chain. She took it from him and opened it.
“Smaller fingers,” she said. He took the chain from her and threaded it through the ring. This time he managed to lock the clasp. He pulled the chain taut, and Nora flinched with the pleasure of the gentle tugging.
“Now pull the chain through.”
Nico did as instructed. The beads of the silver chain rattled the ring. Nora shivered at the sensation it created—like a vibrator but much more intimate and concentrated. She dug her fingers into the bed as Nico spun the chain through the ring over and over again, slowly at first and then faster as her breathing quickened.
With the chain in his left hand, he tugged and teased her clitoral ring. With his right hand, he pressed three and then four fingers into her. Nora spread wide for Nico as his hand explored her vagina. He massaged her G-spot, went deeper and pushed against the high back wall near her cervix. Her inner muscles twitched and tightened around his fingers. She gasped when he pushed into a soft corner of her, the pleasure so intense she flinched.
Nico laughed as he moved the chain back and forth. Her clitoris pulsed and her stomach tightened. Her hips rose of their own accord as she moved in time with the muscles clenching and releasing around Nico’s fingers.
She came with a sudden shiver that she felt from her shoulders to her knees before collapsing back on the bed with a spent laugh.
“Now that,” Nico said as he pulled out his hand and unclasped the chain, “is a good trick.”
“One of many up my sleeve,” Nora said, as she took the chain from him and put it back in her jewelry case. Nico ran his hand over her thighs and stomach.
“Where did you learn all these tricks?” he asked, kissing her
“I’ll let you.” She sighed, surrendering to him. It felt good to let go, to relax a little, to let him pleasure her without needing to give him anything in return. He resumed kissing her breasts and she did nothing but lie there underneath him. He pinched her nipples and bit them gently until they were swollen and sore—the way she liked them.
Nico slipped his hand between her legs and found the ring that pierced her clitoral hood.
“Decoration?” Nico asked.
“Mostly,” she admitted. “But it can be useful if you know what you’re doing.”
“I don’t know what I’m doing, but you can teach me.” Nico gave her a roguish grin.
With everything that had happened to her, with everything she’d been through and with everything she’d lost, she shouldn’t even be in bed with Nico, much less loving every second of his company. Had what she’d lost created such a vacuum that she needed to fill it with Kingsley’s son in her bed? Apparently so.
“There’s a bag in the bathroom,” she said. “Black silk.”
Nico raised his eyebrow.
“Trust me,” she said.
Nora straightened her gown and adjusted her pillows as Nico went into the bathroom to retrieve her bag. She gave him a wink before untying the cord and opening it. It contained nothing but a few pieces of jewelry she always traveled with—two pairs of earrings, a bracelet and the rings Søren had given her for Christmas. She’d taken the rings off two weeks ago, but she didn’t leave them behind. She could never leave them behind.
From the bag she selected an eighteen-inch silver beaded chain. She removed the camphor glass fleur-de-lis pendant, a birthday gift from Kingsley, and laid the bag aside.
“Are you getting the idea?” she asked, holding up the chain and running it through her fingers.
Nico took the chain from her hand.
“Lie back,” he said. “Open your legs.”
“The five best words in the English language.”
“Couche-toi. Écarte les cuisses,” Nico said.
“The five best words in the French language.”
Nora lay back as instructed and opened her legs wide for Nico. He tried and failed to unclasp the chain. She took it from him and opened it.
“Smaller fingers,” she said. He took the chain from her and threaded it through the ring. This time he managed to lock the clasp. He pulled the chain taut, and Nora flinched with the pleasure of the gentle tugging.
“Now pull the chain through.”
Nico did as instructed. The beads of the silver chain rattled the ring. Nora shivered at the sensation it created—like a vibrator but much more intimate and concentrated. She dug her fingers into the bed as Nico spun the chain through the ring over and over again, slowly at first and then faster as her breathing quickened.
With the chain in his left hand, he tugged and teased her clitoral ring. With his right hand, he pressed three and then four fingers into her. Nora spread wide for Nico as his hand explored her vagina. He massaged her G-spot, went deeper and pushed against the high back wall near her cervix. Her inner muscles twitched and tightened around his fingers. She gasped when he pushed into a soft corner of her, the pleasure so intense she flinched.
Nico laughed as he moved the chain back and forth. Her clitoris pulsed and her stomach tightened. Her hips rose of their own accord as she moved in time with the muscles clenching and releasing around Nico’s fingers.
She came with a sudden shiver that she felt from her shoulders to her knees before collapsing back on the bed with a spent laugh.
“Now that,” Nico said as he pulled out his hand and unclasped the chain, “is a good trick.”
“One of many up my sleeve,” Nora said, as she took the chain from him and put it back in her jewelry case. Nico ran his hand over her thighs and stomach.
“Where did you learn all these tricks?” he asked, kissing her
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