SWNOVELS Nicoli: Chapter 24
I walk into my bedroom and breathe in, unclasping the Rolex from my wrist. I look up and come to a screeching halt when I find Mira lounging on the couch, wearing nothing but one of my black ties and her sexy as fuck red stiletto heels. Her long legs are bent at the knee, and the silk tie draws attention to her firm breasts, which quickly rise and fall with excitement.
I slam the door shut with such force that the walls shake and the windows shudder in their frames.
Mira’s blood-red lips part slightly, her eyes darkening with desire as I approach her.
“Anyone could have walked in here,” I warn.
“Good thing it was you, then.”
I don’t take my eyes off her as I pull off my shirt in one swift motion, already hard at the sight of Mira’s luscious body. “What are you doing?”
“I moved my stuff into your bedroom just like you asked me to.”
“You did?” I don’t take my eyes off her to look around.
She nods. “I did take the liberty of changing your sheets.” Only then do I notice my old sheets are gone, replaced with red silk. “I don’t know about you, but I find sleeping on a pillow that smells like skank unappealing.”
I snicker, knowing she’s referring to Paula. I go to stand in front of her and run a finger along her naked shoulder, down her arm, and over the curve of her hip. “What changed your mind?”
Swinging her legs off the couch, she settles in front of me, her beautiful face staring upward. “As you said, we won’t be that couple who sleep in separate bedrooms. I decided to agree.”
I grab her chin between my fingers, the intensity in her eyes sending a shiver right through me. “What changed your mind? The truth this time.”
She licks her lips, and I’m clenching my jaw because I want to lick off the sheen her tongue left behind. “I’m done,” she says quietly. “I don’t want to play this game anymore.”
I ease her face to the side, studying every contour of it, then lift it more so I can l see the exquisite curve of her throat. “You were a terrible player, anyway.”
Her full, sultry lips curl up in a grin. “You weren’t at the top of your game yourself.”
“I was distracted.”
Mira sucks on her bottom lip, staring at me through thick black lashes as she loosens my belt. The snap of the leather as she rips it from around my waist has me snarling as I peer down at her.
“Anything distracting you now?” she asks, reaching inside my pants.
“Nothing I can’t handle.”
“That’s good to hear.”
She lifts a dark brow before her gaze flits down to my cock, easing her rounded palm down its length. I’m barely breathing as I savor the silky feel of her hand as she starts to stroke me slowly. Even though one simple touch from her drives me fucking wild, I manage to grab her hand that’s around my dick and stop her from moving. “I know we should probably discuss hard limits and all that shit. But I really don’t want to.”
“Why’s that?” She slips her tongue out of her mouth and swirls the tip around the head of my cock, and the sight alone makes me want to come all over her fucking face. I suck air through my teeth, and my balls pull tight.
“Because I know for a fact that the things I want to do to you are far beyond any hard limit you can have. And I really don’t want to fuck this up.” I breathe heavily, watching her tease her tongue around the tip as I keep her hand from moving around my shaft.
Mira looks up from where she’s sitting in front of me. Her eyes grow darker and bolder as her fingers find the root of my cock, and I start to push down against it. “You won’t fuck this up. I won’t let you,” she murmurs in a breathy voice that has all the air whooshing out of me as one long exhale. Then, with a groan, I release her grip on my shaft, sending shock waves deep into my lower body, making me shudder with anticipation.
“How can you be so sure?”
I watch as she seductively drags her tongue around her lips, her eyes fixed on mine. “Because there is nothing, and I mean nothing, I don’t want you to do to me.” She takes my cock inside her mouth with one swift motion, and all I can do is grab her hair as my eyes roll into the back of my fucking skull. “Holy fuck.”
The way her tongue moves, how she opens her throat to take every inch of me proves that this definitely is not her first rodeo. But fuck me if I’m going to be a prick and get all aggressive about that now.
I let out a deep sigh and move my fingers closer to her face, gently caressing the sides of it, allowing her to take as much control as she wants. Her hand moves lower to cup my balls and roll them in her palm. I think I’m about to have my first out of body experience…or I might just pass out.
“Mira,” I moan, my heart pounding against my chest. She answers with a purr that vibrates around me, her red lips leaving a ring at the base of my cock that’s one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever seen. My hips angle up to her in an attempt to get even closer as she moves up and down the length of me until, finally, I can take no more.
I grab her shoulders and pull her up to her feet, crashing my lips against hers, kissing her feverishly with enough fire to light this bedroom on fire. I palm her breast and tug at her nipple, and the sounds that roll from her tongue are like music to my fucking ears.
“I’m not a gentle lover, Mira,” I whisper.
“I don’t want you to be.”
I bend my knees and reach down between her legs, sliding a finger through her slit. Her pussy is so slick I drag her arousal all the way up to her navel.
“I’ll hurt you.”
“I want you to.”
I lift my head and study her face for a second, her eyes glazed and hooded, her cheeks already stained with the tint of desire. “You’re mine now, Hummingbird.”
“In every way.”
I sweep her up, and she wraps her legs around my waist, that little strip of hair on her pussy teasing my stomach. I turn and drop her on the bed. Her soft curls wave around her shoulders as she starts worming her way upward, but I grab around her knees and jerk her back to the edge. “You don’t do a fucking thing unless I tell you to.”
“Yes, sir,” she says with a smile, and my cock jerks as I slip off my pants, dropping them to the floor right before I glide my hands up her smooth legs, over her knees, and down the inside of her thigh.
“I can be fucking hard and demanding, Hummingbird. And one of my demands is that you scream for me every time you come unless I say otherwise. Can you do that?”
“Yes.” I’m barely touching her, and she’s already writhing uncontrollably.
“Now lay still,” I order as I crouch, my eyes level with her pussy, and I jerk her knees open wide. “I’ve waited fucking years for this.” With my thumbs, I spread her pussy lips open, exposing her slick pink flesh. “To see what your cunt looks like.”
Her hips buck, and I bite at her ankle, causing her to moan. “I said stay still.”
She stills immediately, and I admire the sight of my teeth marks on her flesh.
The swollen skin of her pussy is so sensitive, her legs shake every time I slick my thumbs up and down her engorged inner lips, touching her clit now and then. Her pussy’s so wet she’s already made a mess on the sheets.
“You’re driving me crazy, Nicoli,” she whimpers.
“And I’ve only just begun, baby girl.” My cock aches to drive into her, to push into the hot, wet depths of her pussy, but I’ve waited so fucking long to do this right that I don’t plan on letting it be over soon.
I put my nose right against her clit and deeply inhale the smell of her arousal. It’s potent, sweet, strong, so fucking earthy and natural, and it’s making me drunk with primal need.
I slowly sink a finger into her, and her back arches off the mattress just as I taste the tang of blood from biting down too hard on my bottom lip. Abruptly, I remove my finger and swat her pussy hard with my palm. Her whole body jerks as if a shockwave exploded through her.
“God, Nicoli.”
“I said keep still.”
“I’m trying.”
I slap her sex again, relishing the sound of her cries. “Try harder.”
“Can you just fuck me already?” She’s practically humping the air.
“Not a chance. I want to taste you first.” Launching forward, I slam my mouth against her wet pussy, sucking hard without warning, pressing my tongue into her wet hole, licking upward, greedily devouring every drop of her honey that catapults me into a state of euphoria. I feel like a fucking animal. I’m growling at the taste of her, and I know I will never get enough.
She’s screaming out my name, her body rigid and shaking, her thighs clenched tight against the side of my face, her hips lifting off the bed, her fingers twisted into my hair.
“Oh, God, Nicoli. I’m coming.”
I bask in feeling it all—the taste of her and the sound of her desperate cries echoing throughout the room. This is what I’ve waited so long for, to have my Hummingbird’s screams fill the empty spaces in my bedroom.
I hardly give her time to come down from the high when I grab her waist and flip her onto her stomach, forcing her down flat on the bed by pressing the length of my body on hers, and holding her arms out to the side with mine.
“Oh, God,” she moans as I slide up and down her, letting her feel every inch of me, my cock sliding through the slit of her ass as I kiss and nip at her back and neck. It’s all about sensation, drawing each second out until it’s almost unbearable.
“I’ve waited so long. I want to taste you everywhere,” I say, slipping off her, grabbing her hips and pulling her up on her knees. Her wetness is now dripping down her inner thighs, and I can’t stop myself from licking it up, dragging my tongue all the way up her leg before pushing it inside her pussy.
“You’re going to make me come again,” she moans, and I smile against her cunt.
“That’s the plan.”
I get up and walk to my dresser, and in the bottom drawer, I pull out the thigh restraint device I’ve had safely tucked away in there. I’ve never used it before, and now is the perfect time.
“What are you doing?” she asks, out of breath, glancing to the side, her eyes widening when she sees the leather restraints.
“Do you trust me?”
“I do.”
“Then shut up and do as I say.”
Carefully, I tie the restraint around the upper thigh of her left leg, purposely fucking her exposed pussy with my knuckles along the way, loving how she moans. Securing the other end around the bedpost, I start with the other leg until she’s restrained and unable to close her legs even an inch.
I take a few steps back, admiring the view while stroking my cock once, twice, before cupping my balls and squeezing, needing just a drop of relief. “If only you could see yourself now.”
She throws her head back, a curtain of blonde hair sliding from her back and down her shoulders.
“So fucking beautiful,” I murmur, finally stepping up to her, her hips just an inch lower than mine, and I drag my fingers across her back, loving the sight of her skin erupting in goosebumps under my touch.
I watch my dick as I guide it into her soaked pussy, and it’s the proudest fucking moment of my life. “You look like mine—” I push into her, just the tip “—because you are fucking mine.”
With a powerful thrust, I push into her, filling her up all at once, her heat swathing my cock as I sink in, stretching her walls. I thrust deeper, harder this time, pulling her closer as I reach the depths of her core.
“Jesus,” she moans. “You’re so deep.”
“That’s what these are for.” I tug at the restraints, the leather biting into her skin. “To let me get inside you as deep as fucking possible.”
I slam into her, my pelvis hitting against her ass, the sound of skin slapping skin along with our grunts and moans filling the room like a beautifully filthy melody. She’s fucking screaming now, her fingers scratching at the sheets. She’s on the brink of madness, and the most beautiful thing I’ve ever witnessed. She’s unable to contain it, unable to close her thighs even the slightest inch.
“You’re mine, Hummingbird. Don’t you ever fucking forget it.” My balls slap against her ass cheeks as I relentlessly piston in and out of her. I’m not going to last much longer. “You better come before I do, or I’ll keep you in this position for the rest of the night.”
“Fuck!”
The pleasure and tension builds in her body; I can feel it in how her walls tighten around me. “Hold on,” I warn, and I let go of her hips, stretch out my arms, and get a tight hold on the bedposts, gripping it tight as I continue to drive in her harder, faster, every muscle in my body tense and contracting.
“Yes!” she cries. “Fuck, yes!”
Her body convulses in front of me, the warmth of her cum gushing over my cock. The sound of me slamming into her wetness is exquisite, and I roar as I come with a ferocious burst of pleasure that grips so fucking tight my legs start shaking and my vision blurs. I can’t move. My orgasm keeps intensifying, even after I collapse onto her back, my cock jerking as I cream her cunt with every last drop.
It takes several minutes to get our breathing somewhat under control.
“God, I love you, Mira,” I murmur, then pepper gentle kisses along her spine, slowly gathering the strength to push myself up and loosen the restraints around her thighs one by one.
She collapses onto her stomach, sighing with the relief of no longer being restrained. I take in this vision before me, this fucking amazing, beautiful mess of a woman, my wife, lying completely spent on my bed. My wife is a beautiful mess, and all for me—because of me. And as I lie down beside her, I realize something that takes my breath away.
For the first time in my life, I know what it feels like to be satisfied by a woman.
My woman.