Until Nico

Chapter 6
Nico
I quietly open the door to my house, not wanting to wake Sophie, who stayed over to watch Daisy. We have been seeing each other for a few months now. I’m head over f*cking heels in love with her crazy ass, yet only Kenton and Asher know about her. This is not by choice; I want my family to get to know her. The day Asher found out about Sophie, he, Kenton, and I had spent the morning moving Kenton’s ex’s shit to her house. As soon as we got back to my place, Kenton and Asher pulled a bottle of Jack out of my cabinet, claiming they were toasting to crazy bitches. Kenton looked at me and smiled right then, and I knew he was going to start some shit.
“How are things going with Sophie?” he asked, and Asher looked at me with a what-the-f*ck-is-he-talking-about expression on his face.
“Things are fine,” I gritted out. Kenton knew I had my reasons for not telling my family about Sophie yet.
“Who’s Sophie?” Asher asked Kenton, completely cutting me out of the conversation.
“Who’s Sophie? Now isn’t that the million-dollar question?” Kenton asked, tapping his chin.
“Who’s Sophie?” Asher turned his attention to me, and I glared at Kenton, who shrugged before I looked at Asher.
“Sophie is—”
“Sophie is his boom,” Kenton said, cutting me off and laughing like this was the funniest shit in the whole world.
“What?” Asher asked in disbelief.
“It’s true. Why do you think he has been taking jobs that are closer to home and hasn’t been going to see y’all as often?”
“Jesus, do we need to go to the store so I can buy you some f*cking tampons?” I growled at Kenton.
“At some point, you need to tell people what’s going on,” he said, making my temper flare.
“And I will when I’m f*cking ready.”
“Why didn’t you say something?” Asher asked, and I could see him slipping into big-brother mode. I shook my head before looking at him again.
“Things with Sophie aren’t easy, and I need time before I bring her around everyone.”
“We’re your family.”
“Yes, and I will bring her around. Just not yet,” I told him firmly.
“Mom’s going to flip the f*ck out,” Asher said, smiling.
I smiled back. He is right; my mom is going to be happy as hell I am settling down, but she is going to flip because I haven’t told her anything. I know my mom will love Sophie, and it kills me every time I have to go to my parents’ without her.
I’m brought back to the present by Daisy, who’s jumping around at my feet. “Hey, girl.” I drop my bag to the floor before crouching down to scoop her up. “Were you a good girl while I was gone?” I ask, flipping her onto her back so she can get a tummy rub.
When I walk into the kitchen, I see the note Sophie left on the counter. Like always, if she knew I was coming home late, she would leave a note letting me know where I could find dinner.
“You’re home.”
I turn at the sound of her voice to see her standing at the opening of the kitchen. She’s wearing one of my shirts, her hair is up, and her face is makeup-free. I love that she stays here when I’m out of town. I love even more that she wears my tees to bed when I’m gone.
“I am.” I turn away from her and start the microwave.
“Are you okay?” she asks softly.
I take a second, trying to think of a way to answer that question. Am I okay? F*ck no. Do I want to talk to her about why I’m not okay? Again, f*ck no.
I turn to look at her. Jesus, she is so f*cking beautiful that just looking at her makes my gut get tight. I want to do what she needs. I always want her to be happy. She told me she needs time, that she’s trying to work through some things from her past. I understand that. I know her mom died when she was young, and I know it had to have left a scar on her. She opened up to me about some things, but a lot of information she shared about her past is either from before her mother’s death or after she left home and went to Job Corps. There’s a huge chunk of time she always skims over. I know that whatever it is she’s holding in is the thing keeping us at a standstill.
I want to be with her; I want a future with her, but I need her to want it too. That’s why last night, after getting off the phone with her, I called Justin and had him do a hard run—also known as an extensive background check—on her. What I never expected was for him to tell me about a police report from right before she was emancipated from her father shortly after her mother’s death.
“Come here,” I tell her, setting Daisy on the ground.
“What’s wrong?” She shuffles her feet, not looking at me.
“Come here, Sophie,” I repeat more firmly this time. I hold out my hand, and she finally walks to me, her steps slow and unsure.
“I feel like something’s wrong,” she whispers, searching my face when my hand wraps around hers pulls her to me.
“We need to talk.”
“Oh no,” she whispers.
I pick her up, placing her on the counter, where I stand between her legs, not giving her any room to run when I say what I have to say. “I need to tell you something.”
“Okay.” She nods, her hands balling into fists on her thighs.
“I had your background ran a few months ago. And again yesterday.”
“What?” she breathes, her eyes widening.
“You won’t open up to me, Sophie.”
“I cannot believe you did that!”
“You didn’t give me much choice,” I say calmly.
“I didn’t?” she asks, narrowing her eyes.
“No, you didn’t,” I growl.
“You can’t just force me to talk to you.” She pushes my chest.
“I’m not forcing you,” I argue, not budging.
“You had my background ran, you jerk. What do you call that?”
“I needed to know what I’m dealing with,” I explain.
“Don’t worry about it. You don’t need to deal with it anymore!” she yells, shoving my chest, trying to get off the counter.
“Stop.” I grab her wrists, bringing them around her back and caging her in. “No more bullshit, Sophie. Talk to me. I need you to tell me what happened,” I say, softening my voice.
“I think it’s stupid,” she says quietly, her body finally sagging against mine.
“What?” I ask surprised.
“Now that I’ve been going to my group and hearing stories from other women who have really been hurt, my story seems stupid,” she says quietly.
“It’s not stupid.” I pick her up off the counter, and her legs wrap around my hips as I carry her down the hall to my room.
“What are you doing?” she asks as I lay her on the bed then climb in next to her.
“We’re going to talk. You’re going to tell me what happened,” I state.
“You know, I really don’t like it when you completely ignore what I tell you.”
“Okay, baby. Talk to me,” I tell her, adjusting her so that we’re face to face.
“Gahhhh, you’re so annoying,” she whines.
“Talk, Soph.”
“Fine.” She sighs, closing her eyes.
I listen quietly, running my hand through her hair as she tells me everything I already learned from her police report. Hearing it from her mouth has me ready to kill someone, and by the time she’s done talking, I have mentally planned my trip to Seattle.
“So, you see, it’s really not that bad,” she says, looking up at me.
I know it could have been much worse, but I also know that what happened to her changed the course of her life even more than it had already when she lost her mother. And even if she doesn’t want to admit it, I know that the loss of her mom when she was so young has a lot to do with her avoiding any type of relationship with people.
“Sophie, what happened to you was bad,” I confirm.
“Not as bad as it could have been,” she says softly. “I always knew it could have been worse, but I never understood to what extreme. After hearing what happened to some of the women in my group, I understand now, and I’m even more thankful. I hate that I’ve been so weak.”
“You did what you had to do to protect yourself.”
“I didn’t though. I hid out in my house, afraid to meet new people or even date.”
“You moved to another state all alone,” I remind her.
“Only because I wanted to buy a house.”
“You can say you did it because you wanted to buy a house, but I think you did it because you were ready to change your life. You’re a lot stronger than you give yourself credit for.”
“I don’t know,” she mumbles, nervously playing with the pocket of my T-shirt.
“I do. Look at how you are with me.”
“You’re sweet.” She smiles, running her fingers along my jaw.
I’m glad she sees me that way; I never want her to be afraid of me “You tryin’ to ruin my street cred?”
She doesn’t answer. She just looks down at Daisy, who’s now cuddled up between us. When her eyes come up, mine narrow on her.
“What?” She smiles.
“You tryin’ to say my dog isn’t badass?”
“Um…” She starts to laugh, “I never said anything like that.”
“You said it all with your eyes.”
“I didn’t. I swear!” She laughs, and I run a finger down the center of her face, feeling my eyes go soft before leaning in to kiss her.
“You are a lot stronger than you think, and that’s why, tomorrow, we’re going to my parents’ house.”
“I can’t,” she says, and I’m done talking about this.
I roll her to her back, pinning her underneath me. Her chest begins rising and falling rapidly, and I slide to the side, keeping her hands where they are with one on mine. My eyes stay locked on hers as I slowly slide my T-shirt she’s wearing up until her tits are exposed. I have been gradually teaching her about sex. When I take her for the first time, I want her to know what to expect. I never want her to be afraid of me for any reason.
“Jesus,” I whisper, looking at her tits—large, over a handful, nipples firm and dark pink. I lean forward, pulling first one then the other into my mouth, licking and biting. Her body starts wiggling under mine, her moans becoming louder, her nails digging into my scalp. “You want me to make you come?” I ask, biting down on her nipple while pinching her other one.
“Yes,” she moans, her head pressing back into the pillow, her body arching.
I squeeze her breast before running my palm down her stomach along the edge of her shorts and dipping under, my fingers meeting smooth skin the whole way. Knowing she is completely bare has me gritting my teeth. I slide one finger over her *, circling as I watch her face; her eyes pop open and meet mine. She looks gorgeous like this—her face flushed, her bottom lip tucked between her teeth, her breasts quickly rising and falling. Sliding one finger lower, I enter her slowly, studying her expression. She’s so tight and wet that my already-hard dick jumps, wanting to see for itself what she would feel like wrapped around it.
“Oh God, Nico,” she moans, her eyes closing again.
I start to move my finger a little quicker, and then I add another one, using my thumb to press and roll her *. When I suck her nipple into my mouth, she cries out as her p-ssy pulls my fingers deeper, her body grinding down on my hand before shaking and going limp.
“Holy cow,” she breathes, opening her eyes.
I lean forward to kiss her, my fingers still between her legs moving in slow stokes. I gently pull my fingers out before bringing them to my mouth, licking them clean and kissing her once again.
“You’re f*cking beautiful, baby, but watching you get off is mind-blowing.”
Her head comes forward, her face going into my neck. I hold her for a few minutes, just enjoying her smell and the way she feels tucked next to me.
“I need to eat.” I watch her eyes heat. “Food, baby,” I tell her, smiling before fixing her shirt and pulling her out of bed.
“But…I want to touch you,” she says, tugging against my hand that’s pulling her towards the kitchen.
“You will, just not tonight,” I tell her, fighting my body for control.
“Why not?”
“I need to eat, and then tomorrow, we’re gonna have a busy day when I introduce you to my family, so we’ll need a good night’s sleep.”
“I’m not ready,” she whimpers, and I just shake my head, guiding her down the hall.
“I’m done talking about this. You’re going to meet my family,” I state.
“But—”
“No buts, baby. It’s past time.” I lead her into the kitchen, where I heat the food she left out for me for the second time. She watches quietly; I can see the wheels in her head spinning. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“I can’t meet your family,” she says quietly.
“Yes, you can, and you are going to.”
“What if I have a breakdown or something?”
“I’ll be there with you,” I say, looking her straight in the eyes.
“Your family will think I’m nuts.” She shakes her head.
“They’re nuts, so they won’t even notice that you’re nuts.”
“I’m not nuts. Don’t say that.” She smacks my arm.
I grab her hand, bringing it to my mouth and kissing it. “Sophie, relax. They will love you,” I say soothingly.
“How do you know that?”
“I just do.”
We sit in the kitchen while I eat and she watches me closely. When I finish, we go back to my room. She gets into bed, while I make quick work in the shower before pulling on a pair of sweats and climbing into bed with her.
“It will be okay,” I reassure her, kissing the top of her head and pulling her closer to me.
“Okay,” she says quietly.
I listen to her breathing even out before I follow her to sleep.
When I wake up, the sun is just starting to shine through the window. I look around, seeing that Sophie isn’t in bed; I listen, trying to see if I can hear her somewhere in the house.
“Soph?” I call, and nothing. I feel my eyebrows draw together, and I sit up in bed. “Soph?” I call again, and this time, Daisy comes into the room. That’s when I know she took off.
Getting out of bed, I walk into the kitchen. The house is quiet; her bag, which was on the bar last night, is now gone, along with her keys.
“F*ck,” I whisper, running my hands down my face. I can’t believe I slept through her leaving. I have always been a light sleeper, and the one time that shit would have come in handy, I f*cking slept like the dead.
I walk back to the room, pick up my phone, and hit dial on her number. When it goes right to voicemail, my blood pressure starts to rise. “Call me back,” I demand then toss my phone on the bed before pulling a pair of jeans, a shirt, and boots on. Once dressed, I head to the kitchen, feed Daisy and grab the keys for my bike, go to my garage and pull the tarp off my Harley, and hop on before using my feet to back it out of the driveway.
I stop at her house first, knowing full-well she won’t be here. I get off my bike and let myself inside using the key she gave me a few weeks ago. She’s had a key to my place almost from the start. After our first run-in with my neighbor, Sophie decided she should be the one watching Daisy when I go out of town. I’m cool with that; Deb is harmless, but still. If it makes Sophie feel more secure, I am down with it.
I walk into her house, seeing that everything’s the same as it always is. She keeps her place in order, except for her bedroom, which, as usual, has clothes and shoes scattered all over the place. I look around, trying to gauge if she’s been back here since leaving my house. Her overnight bag is on the bed, and I take a few steps and open it up. The first thing I see is my shirt. I shake my head, digging around for a few more seconds. Not finding anything helpful, I shove everything back inside before heading out to search around town.
The longer I look, the more pissed I become. I have called her on and off all day, and she hasn’t answered or returned my calls. The more hours that pass without hearing from her, the more tightly wound and worried I become. When I left her place this morning, I placed a piece of tape on the edge of the door to let me know if she returned home, and so far, she hasn’t. I decide to go home and feed Daisy before going back to Sophie’s to camp out until she gets there.
I look at the clock on the wall when the front door opens. It’s after three in the morning. I sit forward on the couch, watching as she puts her bag down near the door then kicks off her shoes so they go flying towards her room. When she finally sees me, she screams out and backs up into her closed door, holding her chest. I notice that her eyes are red and puffy. Knowing that she has been crying all day about some dumb shit she talked herself into only pisses me off more.
“What are you doing here?” she asks, pushing a hand through her hair.
“What am I doing here? Is that really the question you want to f*cking ask me right now?” My eyebrows come together.
“Look, I’m sorry, but I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” she says as I stand.
“You don’t think we should see each other anymore,” I repeat, walking towards her in measured steps.
“That’s what I just said. I just… I just don’t think this is working out,” she stutters, looking past me, probably wondering if she could make it if she bolts.
My eyes narrow on her before I reply. “You’re mine, Sophie. I don’t give a f*ck what you think or what the excuse is you try to give me, but you are mine.” I let out a growl as I press her into the wall. I’m so pissed I can’t even see straight. “You snuck out of my bed then out of the house. Do you know how worried I’ve been?”
“You shouldn’t have been,” she says shakily.
“I shouldn’t be worried about my woman when she sneaks out of my bed and is gone until three in the morning?”
“Well…I—” She tries to look away, so I force her face back towards mine with my hand on her jaw.
“That was f*cked up,” I tell her, pronouncing the last two words clearly and slowly.
“I’m sorry. I just don’t think this is working out,” she tries again.
“You said that already, and it’s bullshit. You’re just afraid and using it as an excuse to push me away. I told you before. You run, I chase.”
“You’re insane,” she says, trying to wiggle free.
“Probably, but that doesn’t change the fact you’re mine. I’m done with the bullshit, Sophie,” I growl in her ear, my grip on her tightening.
“It’s not bullshit.”
“Baby, you’re not listening to me.”
“I am! You just said the way I feel is bullshit,” she argues.
“No, you pushing me and anyone else who tries to get close to you away is bullshit.”
“You can’t say that.”
“F*ck if I can’t. You have been doing it from the start, pushing me away while holding on tight. I told you yesterday. I’m done with it.”
“I’m not ready!” she yells in my face, catching me off guard.
“When, huh?” I ask, pressing her deeper into the wall. “What do you need? Ten more years? In ten years, will you be ready to try to live again? Or will you find some other excuse?” I roar my questions.
“Stop it,” she says softly, tears filling her eyes.
“No, Sophie, I’m not going to stop. I need you with me, but in order for that to happen, I need you to want us as much as I do. I need you to stop letting your fears run you.”
“I’m afraid!” she cries.
“You think I don’t know that? I won’t let anything happen to you,” I tell her gently, pulling her body against mine.
“What if I lose you too?” She whispers the words, and my heart cracks open. I knew that this was one of the things holding her back, and I am f*cking happy that she is finally realizing it.
“You won’t.” I hold her tight as her body sags against mine, and I say a silent prayer that she is finally getting it. “No more running, Sophie,” I say, running my hand down her back. “From now on, we figure this out together.”
“I’m sorry I ran and that you were worried,” she apologizes quietly.
“It’s fine.” I hold her a little tighter, breathing in her smell. “You need to pack some shit so we can go home,” I tell her after a few minutes.
“I’m home.”
“We’re going to my house, where you will be staying more often than not from now on,” I state.
“You can’t just decide that,” she says, shaking her head.
“I didn’t just decide that. I decided it a long time ago.” I step away from her, turning her towards her room. “Now, go pack so we can go home. I’m f*cking exhausted after searching for your ass all over the city today.”
“You’re very annoying,” she says, walking to her bedroom.
I follow behind her, watching as she dumps the stuff in her overnight bag onto the bed. “You stole my shirt.”
“What?” she asks, looking over her shoulder.
“You stole my shirt,” I repeat, picking up my shirt off the bed and showing it to her.
“I must have forgotten about it.” She looks away quickly, making me smile.
“Admit it, baby. You were taking a piece of me with you.”
“You are so full of yourself,” she says with fake exasperation.
“Whatever you say.” I laugh when her cheeks turn pink. I watch her put some stuff in the bag and notice how little she’s bringing. “That’s not enough,” I tell her when she starts to zip it up.
“It’s plenty.”
“No, pack more.”
I walk to her closet, grabbing another bag down from a high shelf. As I’m pulling it down, something hits me on top of my head before bouncing off and hitting the floor with a rubbery thud. Sophie squeaks before running towards me, grabbing whatever it is that hit me and putting it behind her back.
“What is that?”
“Nothing,” she answers, walking backwards.
“Really?” I place the bag on the bed before slowly following her.
“Nico, stop right there,” she says, her face becoming bright red.
“What’s behind your back, baby?”
“It’s nothing,” she says, her eyes growing bigger the closer I get to her. She starts to turn, and that’s when a big purple dildo fumbles out of her hands, bouncing once before rolling under the bed. “It’s not mine, I swear!” she says, looking distraught, holding up both her hands in front of her.
“It’s not your dildo?” I ask, trying not to laugh.
“No, it’s my friend’s.”
“You have your friend’s dildo?” I cock my head to the side.
“Yes,” she says, her shoulders slumping.
“So you’re telling me you keep a dildo…for your friend…in your closet?” I start to laugh.
“Oh God, that sounds really stupid.” She covers her face. “I mean, my friend got it for me.”
I bend down, picking it up from underneath the bed. The thing is not only bright purple with sparkles, but it has to be at least a foot long and three inches across.
“I’m going to kill Maggie,” she whispers with her eyes closed.
“Babe, I seriously hope you never tried to use this,” I say, turning it over in my hand.
“Oh. My. God. Kill me now,” she groans, her eyes still closed.
“Baby.” I laugh so hard that tears start to fall from my eyes.
“No, I’m pretending that if I can’t see you, then this isn’t really happening,” she says, making me laugh harder than I have in my entire life.
“Look at me,” I finally wheeze out.
“Nuh-uh…” she mumbles, eyes still closed.
I drop the dildo to the bed before I put my hands in her hair and stop laughing. “Open your eyes, Sophie.”
“No.”
“Baby, please open your eyes.” I push her hair away from her face. “Hey,” I say when she finally opens them. “You know, with me, you never have to be embarrassed, right?”
“You say that, but a giant purple dildo just fell out of my closet and hit you on the head. That is the definition of a reason to be embarrassed.”
“You have to admit it’s pretty damn funny.” I chuckle, and her eyes narrow.
“I’m really going to kill Maggie,” she growls.
“Is that the only toy you have?” I ask, watching her eyes get wide.
“I don’t have toys.”
“Guess we’ll have to change that.”
“What?” she breathes, searching my face.
“Finish packing,” I tell her without saying anything else. My dick’s hard as f*ck thinking about the things I’m going to show her. The image of f*cking her with her wrists bound to my bed and clamps attached to her nipples has me groaning and shoving my face into her neck. “Please just finish packing.” I kiss her once on the side of her neck before stepping back.
“Okay,” she whispers shakily before going back to her bed to finish packing.
*~*~*
It’s after five in the morning by the time we reach my house. I park my bike back in the garage before helping Sophie carry her bags inside.
“Hey, girl.” Sophie stops to pick up Daisy, who is bouncing around at our feet. She follows me down the hall to my bedroom, talking to Daisy in a baby voice the whole way. I drop her bags into my closet, walk to Sophie to take Daisy from her hands, and set her outside the bedroom door before closing it. “What are you doing? She always sleeps with me when I’m here,” she says, her eyebrows drawing together.
“You’re right, but we’re not going to sleep right now,” I tell her, walking her backwards towards the bed.
My mouth drops to hers and I lick the seam of her mouth before pulling her bottom lip between my teeth and biting it. I feel her fingers digging into my chest as my hands slide her shirt up and over her head. I’m done holding myself back. I pull away from her long enough to drag my shirt over my head. I can hear her breathing increase as my hands go to the button of her jeans, unsnapping it before dragging her zipper down.
Our eyes are locked; her hands go to my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin. I shove her jeans down her hips before pushing her back to the bed, grabbing them by the ankles, and pulling them off completely. I toss them to the side, running my hands up her calves to her thighs before taking her mouth in another deep kiss. I move between her legs, spreading them wider with mine. I slide my hand around her back, flicking the clasp of her bra and popping it open.
“Oh,” she whispers, her eyes widening as I slowly drag her straps down her shoulders, exposing her tits.
“Jesus, you’re beautiful.” I drop to my knees on the floor so her breasts are level with my face. Keeping our eyes locked, I pull one nipple into my mouth. Hers opens on a silent moan, her head falling back. “Watch me, baby,” I demand. My hands run up her thighs and my thumbs trail over her p-ssy on the outside of her panties before traveling up to her hips. “Lift.”
She does as she’s told, her hips lifting slightly off the bed enough for me to pull them down. I lean back to drag them down her legs. Once off, I go back to my original position between her legs. Our eyes meet again, and hers look nervous.
“Trust me to take care of you.”
She nods, and I pull her mouth up to mine, my fingers fisting in her hair as I kiss her once more before dragging my mouth away to kissing a trail down her neck, cupping both breasts. Then I lick and bite both nipples before kissing down her stomach. I nip the skin above her pubic bone and see the muscles of her abdomen tighten.
“Sit up and watch me.”
Her arms go behind her to prop herself up on her elbows, pushing her breasts out. I spread her thighs farther apart before licking her p-ssy from bottom to top.
“Oh God!” she cries out, one of her arms coming out from behind her. Her hand grabs my hair.
I keep at her, licking her, f*cking her with my mouth. I put one finger inside her then add another, her hips lifting as she screams my name. I feel her p-ssy already clamping down hard on my fingers.
“F*ck, baby, you’re so hot.” I pull her limp body up the bed before leaning back to pull off my jeans and positioning myself between her legs. Leaning forward, I kiss her deeply as her fingers dig into the muscles of my ass, trying to pull me inside. “You want my cock?” I ask against her mouth, biting her bottom lip. My dick is throbbing, my balls pulling up tight, ready to explode.
“Yes, please,” she begs, her hands moving up to claw my back. Her nails burrowing into my skin causes me to shift my hips forward, the head of my cock rubbing against her wetness.
“I’m gonna give it to you, but I gotta go slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She nods, her eyes widening when she looks down between our bodies. I can see fear on her face now. I’m not a small guy to begin with, and having a Prince Albert piercing makes look that much more intimidating, which is why I didn’t show her before.
“What is that?” she asks. If it weren’t for the scared sound of her voice, I would have laughed.
“It’s just a piercing, baby. Look at me.” I hold her face; her eyes lock on mine. “I promise it will feel good.”
She nods, and I hold my cock in one hand, sliding through her folds before pressing myself slowly inside her. Her wet, tight heat wrapping around me has my head dropping forward, my teeth gritting.
“You feel so good.” I lift my head so I can watch her face; her eyes close, and I can feel the barrier proving that she is mine and only mine. I run my finger along her cheek, and her eyes open at my touch. “You know, the moment I saw you, I knew you were the one for me,” I say gently, watching her eyes get big. “You’re mine, Sophie. Every beautiful inch of you is mine.”
I thrust completely inside her, wanting to get it over with. She cries out, and I stop moving, just watching her face as she adjusts to me. She feels so good that it’s taking everything in me not to slam into her like a madman.
“I gotta move, baby. Are you okay?”
“Yes.” She brings her fingers up to my face, running them down my jaw. The look on her face is so gentle, and it holds so much emotion that I know she feels it too.
I start to move slowly at first, my hand traveling down her side to lift her thigh around my waist. Our mouths meet again in a slow kiss. My strokes are slow and gentle, not wanting to hurt her. Her p-ssy starts to pull me deeper, and I’m so close that my balls start to pull up tight from the way her walls are squeezing me.
“I need you to come,” I tell her.
“I can’t,” she pants.
I circle my hips, hitting her g-spot. Her head falls back, and a loud moan leaves her mouth.
“You can. I can feel it. I need you to let go, baby.” I pull back, rolling my thumb over her * before pinching it, causing her to clamp down harder. “Shit,” I breathe, trying to hold off my own orgasm.
“Nico!” she cries, rolling her hips up to meet mine.
“Let go.”
I lean forward, pulling her nipple into my mouth before biting down. Our bodies are both slick with sweat, our breathing heavy. She cries out, her head lifting and her mouth locking down on my shoulder, causing my own orgasm. I can feel my release all the way to my toes. With her p-ssy squeezing my cock, I slow my strokes, taking her mouth in another deep kiss before laying my forehead against hers as I try to catch my breath.
“I love you,” she whispers, her eyes closing. I know she’s half asleep and probably won’t remember saying it, but I will. I feel the same. I knew from the moment I saw her that she’s it—my boom.
I slide out of her, hating to lose that connection. My head falls forward when I realize I didn’t wear a condom. “Shit.”
“What’s wrong?” she asks, running a hand through my hair, down the back of my neck.
“Nothing, baby. Stay here; I’ll be right back.” I slide down the bed, kissing her stomach before going into the bathroom.
I turn on the hot water in the sink, grabbing a couple of washcloths and cleaning myself up quickly before walking back into the room. I take a second to appreciate her—her hair spread out across my pillow, her body glistening with sweat, her legs still slightly parted, showing off her p-ssy.
I walk to the side of the bed, trying to figure out exactly what I want to say to her. I f*cked up. She was a virgin, and chances are she’s not on the pill, but I can’t bring myself to be disappointed if she got pregnant. I want that. I know I’m clean; I get tested every couple of months. I got checked right after I met her.
Her eyes slightly open as I bend, placing the warm cloth between her legs.
“How you feeling?”
“Fine. Sleepy,” she replies with a small smile, her eyes heavy with sleep.
“You want a shirt?” I ask, knowing that she always sleeps in something. Someday, I will get her used to sleeping naked, but not now.
“Yes, please.” She sits up, watching as I grab a shirt from the dresser for her, and a pair of boxers for myself, pulling them up on the way to the bed.
“I really hate covering you up,” I tell her, helping her into the shirt.
She laughs, flopping back onto the bed. “I’m so tired.” She yawns through her words.
“Well, sneaking out of the bed this morning before spending the day hiding from your man will do that to you.”
“I’m really sorry about that,” she says, her voice quiet and her eyes soft. “I hate that you were worried. I just didn’t know what to do. I feel like ever since I met you, I have wanted something I’ve never wanted before, and that scares me. I don’t know what I’m doing, and my head is all messed up. I just want to make sure I’m good enough for you.”
I know I’m looking at her like she’s crazy. Sophie’s not being good enough for me is laughable, but I can tell by the look on her face that she’s serious. I sit down on the side of the bed before pulling her around into my lap.
“You’re crazy, you know that?” I push the hair out of her face.
“Stop calling me that,” she snaps, slapping my arm.
“No, baby. If you think for one second that what you just said isn’t completely whacked, then you’re crazy.”
“I’m not. It’s true.”
“No, first of all, you’re way too good for someone like me, but I’m way too f*cking selfish to let you go.”
“I’m not too good for you.” She shakes her head. “You’re too good for me. You make me feel safe, and that makes me worry. I don’t want to use you as a crutch.”
“Baby, when you’re in a relationship, it’s give and take. It’s only right that I make you feel safe, because you make me feel whole.”
“This seems like it’s moving really fast,” she whispers, laying her head on my shoulder.
“You have no idea what fast is. We have been together for a few months, and I’ve been going slow, wanting you to be comfortable. But like I told you yesterday, I’m done. I will make sure you’re happy, but I won’t let you continue to put things on hold just because you’re afraid.” I run my hand down her back and kiss the top of her head. “I need to tell you something.”
“Oh God.” She buries her face into my chest. “The last time you said that you needed to tell me something, you told me you had my background ran.”
“Are you on birth control?” I ask, ignoring her last remark.
“No,” she says quietly.
“I forgot the condom. I’m clean. I got checked right after we met.”
“I could still get pregnant,” she whispers.
“You could.” I pull her tighter against me. “I wouldn’t mind that.”
“I’m starting to think you’re the crazy one.” She looks up at me, shaking her head.
“I know what I want. I keep telling you this, baby, but you’re just not getting it. You are it for me.” I lean forward, kissing her forehead.
“How is it possible that you can scare me and make me feel safe at the same time?” she asks, looking up at me, her finger running across my bottom lip.
“I don’t know, Sophie, but I do know that what we have is good. No more running.” I run a finger down the center of her face.
“I won’t run again.” She yawns, cuddling closer to me. I bite back a smile, wondering how one chick can make me crazy happy then make me just plain crazy.
“All right. Let’s go to sleep.”
I settle her back on the bed before letting Daisy into the room. I climb in next to her, and Sophie shifts, her head going to my chest, her arm around my waist, and her leg over mine. I hear her light snore a few minutes after she relaxes. Daisy jumps up on the bed, pushing her way under the covers before settling in. I close my eyes and smile as an image of Sophie, round with my child, flashes through my head.
I know what I want. I always get what I want. And that’s the last thought in my head before I fall asleep.