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
***
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
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