His silver eyes narrowed. “Why?” he bit out.
“Because I want you to fuck me,” I admitted.
“Why?” he asked again, knowing there was something behind my demand.
I told him the truth. “Because, while making love is appreciated for anniversaries and special occasions, every woman wants to believe she has the power to drive her man out of his mind.”
Nico shook his head, his hand tightening in my hair. “Mia, it will hurt,” he stressed. “I will tear you if I…if I take you the way my body’s screaming for me to.”
“I don’t care,” I cried as I rub up against the hard ridge in his jeans. While Michael always wore a suit, I supposed jeans and t-shirts were Nico’s way of blending in on campus.
“I do!” he thundered. And then he made me fall instantly in love with his next words. “I have onenight to convince you to give me a chance,” he fairly yelled in my face. “One fucking night to get you to fall in love with me. To let me love you. I’m not fucking that up by taking you like a common slut!”
I understood everything he was telling me. His words made sense and I should be thrilled that I met a man who wanted to do the right thing. A man who wanted to make love to me instead of making it all about him. But I wanted reassurance more than I wanted Nico to do the right thing.
I wanted Nico taking my virginity to be the best sexual experience of his life.
Locking my gaze on his, I reached for the front of his jeans and palmed his hardness. “But I want to be your slut,” I moaned.
“Sonofabitch,” he snarled, and I knew I had won.
His other hand came up and gripped my chin so hard, my jaw was on the verge of popping. “I want your word, Mia,” he hissed. “If I give you what you want, I want your word that you’re mine. You pledge yourself to me before we do this. Not afterwards. If I’m going to rip you apart and fuck you like a slut used to taking dick, then you have to commit to me beforehand.”
“Okay,” I readily agreed.
“Say the fucking words, Mia,” he demanded.
“I’m yours,” I promised. “No matter what happens tonight, I’m yours tomorrow.”
“And every fucking day after that,” he insisted. “Say it!”
“I’m yours forever, Nico,” I pledged.
“And I’m yours,” he said, sealing the deal.
Nico released me and stepped back. At first, I was confused, but then he reached for my left foot and practically ripped my sandal apart as he pulled it off my foot. And the second I saw him reach for my other foot, I started unbuttoning my jeans. I was pushing them down my hips at the same time that my other sandal hit the kitchen floor. Nico saw what I was about, and I lifted my ass off the counter as he grabbed the waistband of my jeans and tugged them down my legs. The counter was cool on my bare thighs, but I didn’t care. I didn’t care about anything except the man in front of me.
I was expecting Nico to remove his jeans, or at the very least, start unbuttoning them, so we could get to it, but he didn’t. Instead, he hooked his big hands under my thighs and yanked me to the edge of the counter. Then he ripped my lace panties clean off my body, and I was too turned on to feel even the slightest bit of mortification that he could see all my secrets. My body was splayed wide for his viewing pleasure and I knew he could see how wet I was. I could feel my juices practically dripping on the counter, so there was no way he couldn’t see it for himself.
And then I watched in rapt fascination as he spread my legs wider and sank to his knees. My elbows collapsed on me and I dropped on the cold surface as Nico’s tongue made a long, slow, torturous journey from my pussy to my clit.
Holy Mary, Mother of God.
Nico held my thighs prisoner as he made out with my pussy, and the pleasure was worth giving up my entire life for. His strokes were precise and purposeful. He knew what he was doing as his tongue touched on every fold and ever goddamn nerve ending.
My hands grabbed the ledge of the counter, and I was surprised the edging didn’t break clean off under the strength of my grip. And, soon, I my hips were moving of their own accord, and I was desperate for it all. “Nico, please…” I begged. The warmth from his hand disappeared from my left thigh, and the next thing I knew, he had his fingers buried in my tight channel. “Nico!”
“That’s it, baby,” he commanded between licks. “Cum all over my face.”
The explosion rocked my entire body.
Chapter 9
Nico~
Mia Gallo tasted like world fucking peace.
With my tongue lapping up the remainder of her orgasm, I knew this was something I wanted to do every day for the rest of my life. Even with my dick still in my pants, I knew Mia Gallo had been worth the wait.
I got up off my knees and basked in her aftermath as I kicked off my shoes, sock, and started unbuttoning my pants. Mia still had her shirt and bra on, and that wouldn’t do at all.
“Unless you want your shirt and bra to meet the same fate that your panties did, take them the fuck off, Mia,” I ordered as I pushed my pants past my thighs and stepped out of them.
Mia’s eyes fluttered open and I wanted to beat my motherfucking chest. She was dazed and lethargic with the aftermath, so I couldn’t be sure that she understood me. “Mia!” I barked, but she didn’t move fast enough for me. I reached for the neckline of her shirt and I ripped that motherfucker
