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I’d been waiting for this all day, ever since I opened her note.
Setting her down next to the bed, hitching up her skirt, and telling her to lie back wasn’t exactly what Becca had hinted at in the note.
But thinking about her mouth on me made me think about me tasting her, which I knew she needed more than I needed her doing any work for me.
Though she would never say it’s work.
With Becca’s skirt bunched up around her waist and her thighs perched on my shoulders, I did her favorite thing. And judging by her screaming my name, I’d say she liked it. I have to say, though, that something felt different about it tonight. Her scent. Her taste. She’s more…I don’t know how to describe it. Intense. More…ripe.
I like it.
I love it, in fact. Something different about her, maybe her body wash, maybe it was something she ate—something in it made me go wild, fucking her with my tongue until she came so hard that her nails left marks on my ears.
As I hover over her now, listening to her small, desperate moans, I can still taste her on my tongue.
“Yes, Nico…”
She’s about to come again. I slow the rhythm of our slick bodies, letting go of her nipple. And then, I snake my hand around to cup her mound.
Becca lets out a hiss of pleasure as I ease my fingers lower, finding her tight little clit.
“Oh…yes…yes, Nico…don’t stop…”
“Never. Let go, sweetheart.”
My jaw is tight as I hold back, trying my damnedest to stay in sync, to make us come together.
All signs point to her coming any second now. Her breath hitches, and she stills for that desperate second before the rush. At the same time, I let the feeling wash over me. The familiar tightness, followed by the release.
Becca surrounds me, massaging me, pulling out everything, leaving me empty of all the irritation and frustration of the day.
She comes with a keening cry as her muscles flex around me. I cover her back with my chest and bury my face in her nape, growling out my release.
I wait for the moment her knees give out. My favorite part.
Because that’s when I get to catch her.
Four
Becca
I’ve heard stories about some couples who aren’t in sync. Apparently, some women have to fake orgasms.
I am not that woman. I don’t know what that says about me, but I suspect that it says more about Nico.
But more importantly, he’s there for me. No matter how tired he is. He doesn’t cluck his tongue and remind me of the plan to have less sex leading up to our wedding night. He doesn’t sit me down and make me eat dinner first.
What he does do is care for me better than I care for myself.
He just knows.
He sees the look on my face and knows my head is spinning out of control.
Nico does it all so readily. With so much energy and enthusiasm and delight.
The way he can fuck me when my clothes are barely off. The way he has a work-around for anything.
On any given night, I’m having two orgasms before the man has even dropped his jeans.
