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 ever so slightly, but it allows him to sink even deeper.  A gasp slips from deep within me.

“Fuck, Babe.  Are you okay?”

“I will be if you would stop treating me like glass and get that tight ass of yours going.”  I dig my nails into his ass to accentuate my need.

Nico’s eyebrows raise in surprise, but I’m going to get my way one way or the other.  I reclaim his mouth and bite down hard on his bottom lip, so hard I’m surprised I don’t taste blood.  But it gets his attention and it’s the attention that I want.  He pulls almost all the way out and then slams back into me…hard.  I moan.  It’s exactly what I need.

And then he does it again, this time swiveling his hips on a forceful draw down and he hits that sensitive place on the inside. I tremble as my body begins to convulse around him.  But he keeps on going, pumping in and out, in and out, each time rubbing me within an inch of my orgasm until we are both within seconds of climax.  Nico reaches between us and strokes my pulsating clit with his wide thumb and it’s enough to push me over the edge.  I moan his name as my body begins to climax, pulsating wildly as wave after wave of bliss rolls over me.  I feel the heat of Nico’s release pour into me and I think I’m about to hit bottom, but I keep falling, his release prolonging my own.

By the time we leave the next evening, there is no doubt in my mind that we’ve replaced Nico’s memories with new ones that he won’t soon forget.

Elle

The last few weeks have been, without a doubt, the happiest weeks of my life.  I’ve found a balance between my work and my time with Nico, and Lawrence actually seems happy that I’m working fewer hours these days.  His own health issues have been a soft reminder of life’s priorities and it seems to have spilled over into how he is managing the office.  The timing couldn’t be more perfect.

I still think about my past, but I haven’t had another nightmare since I told Nico.  It’s odd, sometimes it feels like I’ve lightened what I carry around with me, but only because Nico is sharing the weight. We talk about it openly now and it seems to help.  Each day it gets a little bit easier.

I can’t remember the last time I saw the delivery man for dinner.  Nico’s in training for his big fight and he seems to love to feed me.  We alternate between our apartments, but we’ve slept in the same bed almost every night since we came back from Preach’s house on the lake.  I thought we had hit a high note, and things would have nowhere to go from there, but I’m finding I like the day to day ordinary with Nico almost as much as the special times.  I’m in a domestic bliss of sorts, a place I never thought I’d find.  A place that just didn’t seem in the cards for me.  But here I am…and I couldn’t be happier.

I leave work a little early, it’s an important day for Nico.  He finally finds out who he’ll be fighting in the championship fight.  Not that the name will mean anything to me, but I want to be there for him.

I hit traffic on the way to the gym and barely make it there before the live announcement that is going to be made on T.V. The gym is full, but it’s not humming with its usual bevy of men hitting things or lifting poundage that exceeds my body weight.  Instead, they’re all gathered around the T.V. that hangs from the corner of the cardio area.  The sound is loud and the scene is upbeat and jovial.  As always, Nico clocks me the minute that I walk in.  He’s talking to an up-and-coming young fighter I’ve seen around before, but he watches every step I take.  I wonder if the poor guy even notices he’s lost Nico’s attention.