Opening my mouth I draw him in, wrapping my lips around his member as he sucks in a harsh breath. Mimicking the actions I had done with his finger I suck lightly on the tip while using my tongue to slide up the underside of him. I begin moving my mouth with my hand as I slide him in and out at a steady pace. Starting to get into the movements I swirl my tongue in a teasing motion at the head of his cock. Grinning at the sharp hiss that sounds at him sucking air. Pushing him back in, I allow him to go farther back licking him down at the base with him deep inside my mouth. I turn my eyes upward, looking at him through my lashes. With his eyes still on me he growls out. "Fuck, this is way better than I imagined it would be. You are so fucking hot with my cock in your mouth. Just the sight makes me want to cum right now."
I try not to grin at the way I affect him, even though it feels like a triumph. I feel his hands bunching up in my hair behind my head. With a little bit of force he guides my head into him as he thrusts up slightly meeting me with each push, taking him deeper than before in my throat. Getting a little turned on by his assertion and demand for control I clench my legs together at the sudden ache I begin to feel.
“Are you going to swallow my cum sweetheart?” Making a nodding motion with my head as best I can. “Good because you won’t get a choice.” I feel myself become more aroused at his demand.
It's not long before his movements become more erratic and fast. Pushing into me faster before pulling out again as he controls the pace. He groans out, hands bunching tighter in my hair as he inches closer to his release. His muscles tense in his body moments before a flood of warmth runs down my throat leaving behind a sticky and salty taste in my mouth. Dropping his hands he releases my hair, allowing me to sit back up again. Licking my tongue out over my lips, I taste the remnants of him on me. “That was fucking amazing.”
Grinning at his appraisal, as he pulls me down to him. I snuggle into him abandoning my side of the bed. Laying my head on his chest as I lightly trace my fingers around his tattoos. It’s not long until I suspect he is sleeping with the steady in and outs of his breathing.
The next few weeks we slowly fall into a routine. One where he gets up and leaves to go do whatever business he has that day while I linger in bed for a while longer. I don’t see much of my guards unless I wish to leave and go out somewhere, otherwise they are mostly just watching out of sight. I call Gianna almost daily and usually have some kind of dinner done, or almost done, by the time Nico gets home. I have been fairly busy myself, working with the event coordinators to get things ready for the wedding in only a couple more weeks. I know I need to bring up Gianna again soon, but I am just not sure how to approach it so that he will reconsider his decision. As I make dinner, I ponder my options before my mind travels to Nico and myself.
Thinking over the last few weeks causes a smile to surface upon my face. Things have been going well between us and I can’t help but feel like I am starting to fall for him as we have grown closer. Everytime he does something out of character and kind, it warms my heart, making it harder and harder to resist him. Accepting the good with the bad, I have started to pick up on the times not to push him though. Getting better at gauging his moods and when he is close to the edge, though he usually tries to watch that side of himself when he is home with me.
Finishing up dinner I set everything out as I wait for him to arrive. It should be any minute now.
A few minutes later and he still hasn’t shown up. Decided to get up and busy myself with cleaning everything else up as a distraction. After cleaning the kitchen spotless I sit back down, glancing at the clock. Something off settles in my stomach as I begin to worry about what is keeping him out. I grab out my phone and send him a text.
Liliana:
Hey dinner is done, will you be home soon?
I sit there staring at my phone waiting for a reply. Thirty minutes pass and still nothing. Deciding to eat and not sit and ponder on it. I’m sure everything is fine, no reason to get stressed over nothing.
After eating I cover his plate and head back upstairs to the room. Settling in bed I plan on staying up for him but end up falling asleep not long after.
I wake sometime later to the sound of glass shattering as something is knocked over downstairs. Or maybe that was something being thrown? Not sure what is going on, I grab my phone off the nightstand looking down at it. Still no message from Nico. Is that him downstairs? About to get up and head out to see what was the cause of the noise, the door opens and Nico walks in. He has a dark and menacing air to him as he enters the room, and I instantly know something is wrong. My instincts tell me to stay put and not draw attention to myself as I feel the
