Page 72 of Nicoletta
I never expected my life to be so satisfying without all the chains of my previous life weighing me down.
Bolt watches me closely, then leans in for another kiss, deepening it until my body surrenders. One look, one touch from this man and my insides flame.
He eases me back against the blanket, his lips moving down my neck, then to my nipples as he sucks one and then the other into his mouth.
“I want this to be for you as much as for me,” he mumbles against the soft flesh of my breast.
The ocean hits the shore harder, like it heard him.
My breath catches—not from fear. From the way he said it like he believed it was already true.
He lifts his body, and in one smooth move, wraps his arm around my waist and lifts me until my back is to his front. He easily finds my clit, coating his fingers with my cream.
When he leans in, it isn’t rushed. Nothing about him ever is when it matters. It’s slow enough that I could stop him if I want to. Slow enough that choosing not to makes it my decision.
He leans into my ear. “I want you to relax, baby girl. I want you to trust your man to make this right.”
I slowly nod, grinding my ass cheeks against his rigid cock. He gently spreads my cheeks, smoothing his fingers over my ass.
“I know you’re ready for me.” His cock presses against the tightness, and the world narrows to salt air, crashing waves, and the sound of his voice.
“I also know that now you’ll be mine. All mine.”
I feel the warmth of his fingers, then the cool gel drizzle between my ass cheeks.
“Tell me that you want it,” Bolt growls in my ear.
“I want all of you in every part of me.”
He slaps one cheek and then the other. My legs weaken, and he grips me tighter.
“Deep breath, baby girl.” His breath is hot in my ear.
First, the intense pressure, then a tingling up my spine. He waits, shifts, then he grips my hips as his hot hardness fills me up in a way I hadn’t imagined.
“Ohhh, fuck,” his guttural moan hits me deep.
He rocks me gently, and I bear down under the unbelievable sensation of pain mixed with an extreme, unexplainable pleasure.
“So fuckin’ good.” He strokes his hand up my spine.
I arch my back, and when his fingers find my clit again, my eyes slide shut, and my body moves on its own. Keeping rhythmuntil we’re moving in sync. Not thinking. Just reacting. Moving with and against each other.
Bolt slips one finger, then two into my center. The sensation is glorious and when he hits my G-spot, I convulse against him. My back arches, and I flood his hand with my juices.
“Ohhh, yes, yes,” I pant out.
He jerks his hips one more time and howls at the pink sky at dusk.
He eases out of me, then angles my lips to his in a passion-filled kiss. A kiss marking me in the best possible way. Making me his.
He brushes the hair away from my face. “You did so good.”
“Because I trust you. With sex. With life. With us.”
“And I trust you with my heart.” He cradles my head to his shoulder. “Something I never thought I’d say to anyone.”
We kiss again. Easy, soft, like two people sealing a bond.
