against him at just the right angle and making stars explode behind her closed eyelids.
“Oh, my God … Nick!”
Her insides seized and twisted, sending shocked cries of delight ripping from her throat. There was no room for worry over what was proper or seemly; not when she felt herself building toward the same release she had experienced that afternoon. Only this time, she was certain she might die when it was all over, torn apart by the almost violent convulsions making her legs go stiff and her womb clench and spasm.
Dominick groaned, hands tightening on her thighs as he went at her with relentless intent, driving her up and up until she took flight. She pinched her lips to muffle the cries she couldn’t contain. The climax reached its height, then slowly eased, ebbing away like a receding tide while Nick calmed his fervent ministrations as if he knew she could not take much more. He punctuated the finish with a lingering kiss and one last swipe of his tongue before going up on his haunches, lips glistening with her juices.
It occurred to her that perhaps she ought to be mortified at the proof of where his mouth had just been, but she could only lie there in a stupor, shaking and twitching in the aftermath of exquisite pleasure. Nick grinned as he moved up her body, licking his lips like a cat savoring the last bit of cream. He lingered over her breasts, teasing her nipples and bringing the glowing embers of her need back to life like a flame striking a dynamite fuse. She reached for him, desperate for the rest of what was to come. The crisp hairs on his chest rasped against her fingers, and his heart beat at a wild, thunderous cadence.
Their bodies fit together seamlessly, as if they’d been made to come together this way—chest to chest, belly to belly, his narrow hips fitting within the cradle of hers. His cock fell against her, thrumming with its own pulse. It fit within her seam, gliding along flesh made slippery by her arousal and his tongue. His eyelids drooped over eyes burning with intense need as he flexed against her.
He took her hand and lifted it to his lips, taking her first finger into his mouth and rasping his tongue along it. “Tell me you want me.”
Her voice came out shaky and breathless as he nudged and pressed against her, his rigid shaft unrelenting against her overstimulated clit. “I … I want you.”
He gave her nipple a light pinch, rolling the hardened bud between his thumb and forefinger.
“I want you, Nick,” he urged. “Say my name so I know it’s me you want … only me.”
She cupped his face, drawing him down to her for a kiss, registering the earthy taste and scent of herself on his lips. “I want you, Nick. Only you.”
Gratification shone from his eyes as he levered one of her legs upward, until her knee nearly touched her chest. He took his cock in hand, and Calliope couldn’t tear her gaze away from the hypnotizing sight of him smearing himself with her wetness. Then, he was angling himself toward her entrance, jaw clenched in concentration. Calliope braced herself for the initial invasion, knowing there would be pain, but also knowing she had to endure it to discover what awaited on the other side.
His gaze snapped up to lock with hers once the broad crown of his cock was situated within the mouth of her channel. Then, he gave a nudge of his hips, pressing into her an inch and going deathly still. She held her breath, watching as he trembled and panted, vibrating from head to toe as he seemed to hover on a precipice, waiting for the right moment to throw himself over the edge. The cords in his neck stretched taut, the muscles of his torso rippling as he surged with one thrust, plunging deep. Calliope’s lips parted on a scream she couldn’t seem to force out, her chest burning and her back arching as her sheath stretched and throbbed, adjusting to the foreign invasion. Nick’s head fell back, an artery in his throat undulating with every beat of his heart, a matching rhythm making his cock jerk inside her.
“Are you … all right?” he managed between heavy breaths.
She nodded and swallowed, forcing words past her lips. “Y-yes … don’t stop. Please …”
Through the discomfort and burning stretch of her channel, there was something else—something she desperately wanted more