Nico’s face drops and I almost wish I didn’t ask, but I want to know everything about this man. What makes him happy or sad, smile or frown…all of it, the good and the bad. It’s all part of what makes the man before me.
“Preach brought me up here after I tore apart my gym last year. After the fight.” He doesn’t need to explain which fight, it’s just
I wait for him to continue, but nothing more comes. “And you haven’t been back since?”
Nico shakes his head.
“So what made you bring me up here?”
He looks down at me and smiles. “I love this place. Some of my best memories are here.” He kisses me chastely on the lips before continuing. “I’ve wanted to come back, chase away the haunted memories with new ones. Ones that will make me forget the bad ones.”
God, the man is beautiful. And not just on the outside…on the inside too…and he doesn’t even have to try. It’s just who he is. Underneath 220 pounds of tattooed hard muscle that screams trouble is the most sensitive and beautiful soul I’ve ever met. For the first time since I was eight years old I feel like the luckiest girl on the planet.
The island in the center of the large lake is small, maybe the size of a house. But it’s beautiful, with pristine sand, a small patch of grass, and a few simple weeping trees that look like they’ve been plucked off of a postcard that reads “Hello from Paradise.” Sitting in the center of the lake emphasizes the enormity of its size... it’s more than one hundred acres in size. Nico tells me that Preach saved for almost twenty years to buy the property and the lake. His father had owned a small piece of land and he’d loved the area since he was a kid. The reasons why are obvious.
“Let’s go for a swim.” Nico suggests.
“I don’t have my bathing suit on.” For a second I answer as if he might not realize I’m not wearing one. But then I see his smile. The dirty one that shows his deep creviced dimples and I’m sure he’s had many women drop their panties without further effort.
“Don’t need one.”
“But what if someone sees.”
“Do you think I’d let anyone get a glimpse of that fantastic ass that belongs to me, Babe?”
He has a good point. He’s possessive and protective and there is no way there’s a chance that anyone might see me naked if he’s suggesting we swim without suits. I’ve spent fifteen years being conservative, it’s time I lived a little. I don’t respond with words. Instead, I stand from the blanket we’re sitting on and take a step back, giving Nico a better view. He leans back, stretching out his long body, his elbows supporting him as he positions himself for my show with a lazy grin on his face. Slowly, I pull my t-shirt over my head, revealing a pink lace bra. Nico doesn’t move, but his eyes rake over me with appreciation I can actually feel on my body. It’s like a blanket of warmth and it covers me and fuels my nerve to keep on going.
I unbutton my shorts, slowly pulling the zipper down, allowing my thumb to reach up and graze the skin underneath the zipper that is still hidden. I’m not touching myself anywhere intimate, but it feels sexy and intimate just the same. With an exaggerated bend, I lean over and shake my hips suggestively, allowing my shorts to skim my legs and fall to the ground.
I stand, clad in only pink, lacy boy shorts and a matching demi cup bra and watch as Nico’s eyes go dark. He begins to push up from his elbows, but I raise my pointer finger and motion no, I want to give him a show.
“Are you trying to kill me?” Nico’s voice is husky, but he stays put as requested, even though I can see he’s working to keep himself seated.
I reach behind me and undo my bra, slipping it off slowly before I speak. “No, I’m trying to give you new memories that will make you forget the bad ones.”
Nico blows out a deep breath loudly and settles back on his elbows again. He’s going to listen to me and let me do this for him. I stand before him in only my lacy panties and I’m not ready to take them off. I want to give him something to remember, something that will really sear into his brain and make him forget the last time he was here.
Reaching up, I slowly trace my breast with one hand, lazily allowing my fingernail to lightly scratch at my skin. I’m nervous, but I want to do this, so I close my eyes and try to surrender to the moment.
With my eyes still closed, I drag my fingernail over my swollen nipple and it swells even more under my touch. Slowly, I raise my finger to my mouth and suck, wetting my fingers before returning to my engorged nipple and coating it with my own silky fluids. It feels good, but I need more. Firmly, I grasp my own nipple between my thumb and forefinger and pinch. I feel it straight down to my toes and the sensitive skin between my legs tingles with anticipation. Another pinch, this time with more pressure and I feel wetness between my legs and I gasp at the sensation it sends through my body in a jolt.
I’ve touched myself before, but it never had such an effect on me. I need more, more friction, and I need it fast. My hand travels down my flat stomach and slips into the front of my panties. They’re lace, so even though I’m still wearing them, there isn’t much that Nico can’t see.
“Fuck.” Nico’s gravelly voice vibrates through me, raising my arousal to a new high. I find my clit and gently rub it, making slow small circles. My head falls back and a low moan escapes my lips as I feel a familiar feeling build within me. And then he’s on me. Touching and feeling and grabbing and biting, we go at it like wild animals. I’m not even sure when he undressed, but I’m insanely grateful that there aren’t any clothes between us. I feel every ounce of his rock hard body, it feels so good that I think I may find my release before we even get started.
Nico growls as he takes my stiff nipple into his mouth and bites down hard. Pain, just shy of too much, shoots through me and my body begins to pulse on its own. He releases my aching nipple, but only enough to suck it back into his mouth and tease me. He swirls his tongue around, gently lathering it with attention, begging it to forgive him for the pain inflicted just moments ago.
He sucks his way from my breast up to my neck and eventually finds my mouth. His tongue leading mine in a dance that leaves me panting heavily when he turns his attention to my ear. “I need inside of that pussy you made so wet for me.”
His words set off a moan that comes from deep within me and I feel my body begin to contract. I need him inside of me too. Now. So badly. “Please.” I don’t even care that it comes out as begging. I have no shame when it comes to the pleasures of this man.
He lifts me up into his arms before dropping down on one knee, gently positioning me on the grass. Two seconds ago we were biting and grabbing and now he is so gentle with me. He takes care of me first, makes sure I am okay, putting his own desire on the back burner to tend to me. It’s one of the things that I love about him, something that’s hard to put into words and explain to your girlfriend when you’re on a rant to explain why you’ve fallen in love with a man. He just puts me first. Always.
I expect to feel his warm body on top of mine, but it’s not, so I open my eyes to see what’s taking him so long and find him looking down at me. What I see takes my breath away. I try to speak, but I have no words. He’s mentally searing the moment into his brain, capturing it forever like an artist with a brush. I can feel it. It’s adoration and lust and love and every other heartfelt emotion rolled up into one perfect man who loves me and couldn’t hide it if he tried.
Unable to speak, I’m so filled with emotions that I can only reach up and offer him my hand. He takes it without a word and gently steadies himself on top of me, propping himself up on his arms, his muscular forearms on either side of my face. “I love you.” I finally find the words for the perfect moment he’s given me.
His head comes down and he kisses me as I feel his thick head push into me. I deepen the kiss as it smothers my whimpers as his thick cock fills me. I know we should go slower, but I can’t wait any longer. It’s a tight fit normally, but without the slow ease in that Nico usually controls, it’s snugger than usual. But it feels so good, so right. I’ll worry about being sore tomorrow.
With the base of his hard length pushed up against me, Nico steadies himself. He wants to give me time to adjust, but I’m not waiting anymore. I buck up the little that I can move underneath his weight, tilting my pelvis
