“I need it in my mouth.”
“Say please.”
“Please fuck my mouth.”
“Good girl. On your knees.” He gently pushes my shoulders down and I sink until my knees hit the floor. I’m trapped and there is nowhere for me to go. My body is wedged between his muscular thighs and the marble tile.
“Suck,” he commands, his word coated in feral need.
“Mmm-hmm.” Nothing turns me on more than when I suck him dry until he releases himself at the back of my throat.
“Oh, yeah,” he growls, then shivers when I wrap my lips around his shaft, circling him with my tongue. His fist tightens in my wet hair, holding me captive as he begins to thrust in short jabs, not going too deep at first. Finally he releases my hair long enough to frame my face, holding me steady for his longer, deeper thrusts. “Fuck.”
Yes. His breath comes out in sharp gusts. He’s so hard his whole body is tense with anticipation, hands shaking at the sides of my face.
“Look at me.”
I’m too consumed and I’m unable to break my attention from sucking on his cock long enough to follow his command.
“I want your eyes on me while you give me pleasure,” he growls louder. I blink up to him as I squeeze my thighs together to provide some relief to my throbbing nub. “Take me all the way in, baby.”
Gripping his thighs with my hands, I inhale a deep breath and push my face forward sucking him as far as I can. Nikolaj grabs me by the back of the head and the jaw at the same time, dictating my movement and filling my throat with his cock. “Oh, God, love. You’re deepthroating me.” After a few intense minutes, he releases me and I gasp for air. “Do it again,” he barks, and I impale my mouth on his cock without protesting. “I’ve missed your fucking hungry little mouth,” he snarls. Oh, Jesus, the dirty talking is going to kill me. “Don’t you dare close your eyes on me.”
Tilting my head as much as I can with my mouth full of him, I meet his blazing gaze. This is one of the rare moments when he’s not fully in control. His dark blue eyes are on fire, his mouth gapes, his nostrils flare out in an attempt to curtail his mounting pleasure, his chest heaving as I suck him harder. In other words, he’s freaking gorgeous.
“Jesus,” he growls, his voice raspy, and I can tell from his frantic movements that he’s close. “Your perfect lips are going to be the end of me.” I slide one hand underneath his cock, cup his balls, and stroke, just enough to tease him. “Hell, yeah,” he hisses, hips jerking. With a final thrust inside my mouth he comes, releasing his warm orgasm down my throat.
Nikolaj cries my name and fists my hair tighter as I swallow him. He slows his movements until only the tip of his cock rests against my tongue. I tilt my head up to him when he pulls out, and the next thing I know his thumb glances across my bottom lip, scooping up every last bit of his climax before he pushes it inside my mouth.
“Open. You missed a few drops.” Although his eyes are half closed, I’m not oblivious to his amusement. Still slightly dazed, Nikolaj bends down and kisses me deeply, his tongue sliding over mine.
A calm silence settles between us, only to be interrupted by the mellow song playing in the background. Nikolaj flashes me a half smile, studying every part of my face as he brushes my wet hair behind my shoulders. Even though I’ve made him come hard this way so many times since we’ve been together, his eyes are filled with passion.
“My turn.” He slides his hands under my armpits, forcing me to stand. He grins, steadies me before turning me so my back touches his chest. Nikolaj removes the flexible shower hose from the overhead clip and drops it to spray on the tile floor. “Place your hands against the wall,” he commands, placing his weight against me, leaving me no other choice but to bend forward.
My breath increases. I’m excited by the unexpected. “What do you have in mind?”
“Does it really matter, since in the end I’ll be taking you hard and fast?”
I can’t see him, but I can just imagine the expression on his face. His voice sends a shudder through me that leaves me panting. Securing me in place with an iron arm around my waist, Nikolaj enters me with a punishing thrust that raises me onto my toes. I gasp as the shock sends waves of wanton sensations searing through me. “Holy shit, I’ve missed your pussy so much,” he murmurs in my ear, one arm cradling my breasts. His chest is hard and hot against my back as he rams inside me with more determination. And then he stops. “I think we should try something different.”
“Oh, God.”
My heart skips a beat. When Nikolaj is in the mood to try something new, it usually means he’ll be ruthless and I’ll come so hard I’ll lose my fucking mind as I climax all over his dick.
“What? You don’t trust me?” He runs a hand down the shower hose and pulls it up. “Shame that we don’t have a retractable showerhead in the bathrooms inside the apartment. I’d use them more often.”
I glance at his hand and wiggle my hips a little, hoping he’ll continue fucking me instead of focusing on the stupid showerhead. “Please, baby. Move.” I’m fully aware I’m begging, but he’s so thick and long inside me the only thing I want is for him to ride me until I come undone.
“You’re too impatient, my love.” Everything after that happens so quickly I barely have time to react. Nikolaj twists the adjustable head to a single stream. With a hum of satisfaction, he positions the jet in front of my breasts. Christ. I suck in my breath at the lecherous and almost brutal assault of the water against my hard nipples. “I haven’t been attentive to your clit for twelve days. In my book that’s a crying shame.”
He moves the jet down the front of my trembling body, down and down, until the tantalizing stream strikes my sensitive nub.
“Mother of God.” My fist hits the tile in the hopes of curtailing the mind-blowing sensation.
He chuckles and murmurs, “Oh, yeah, keep praying,” and holds the spray in place, holding me steady as he eases his cock out of me.
“No,” I bark. “You can’t stop now.”
He doesn’t bother answering. He drives back into me hard, filling me completely.
“You want more? You better hold on for dear life.” He emphasizes his words by pounding into me over and over again. Each thrust pushes my hips forward, dictated by the pulsing water striking my node.
“Oh, my fucking God,” I yell out. My hips jerk with each unrelenting assault. My legs are trembling so badly his arm around my waist is the only thing holding me up as my hands slide down the marble tile.
My nub is so eager, so hard, so sensitive that the force of the water throbs through my entire body, shaking me to the core. His rhythmic thrusts merge with the mind-boggling sensations, and everything in me is so tight I could combust.
I need him like freaking oxygen.
I get onto my toes, pushing back against his cock, demanding more of him. The hedonistic slapping of our wet skin is surreal and only adds to this debauchery.
“You want me to fuck you harder?” he whispers low in my ear. I whimper. “On one condition. You have to promise me you’ll lose your mind all over my dick,” he warns, pulling my hair back until he places a tender kiss against my check. The contrast leaves me dumbfounded.
“Argh.”
“Answer me.”
“I can’t,” I pant, unable to think straight.
“Then you don’t want this bad enough.”
“What are you saying?” I panic.
“You either answer me or I stop fucking you right now.”
“You wouldn’t dare.”
“You know damn well I would. I’ve done it before and I wouldn’t hesitate to do it again in order to get what I want from you.”
Aware of my looming climax, I give him what he demands of me. “Yes, whatever you say, yes. Please.”
“I want you to show me how much you’ve missed me,” he grunts, kissing the back of my neck. “I want to hear you scream out my name.”
Suddenly he moves the jet of the water back and for
th, hitting all the sides of my clit. The culmination of sensations rips through me, sending me over the brink.
“Nikolaj,” I scream out so loudly I’m sure the concierge in the lobby hears me.
I tumble over the edge of a precipice so deep I have no idea how I’ll ever be able to crawl out of it. Nikolaj robs me of my energy, my thoughts and my power. My legs fail me and my weak fingers slide down the tile. I collapse against his chest and he grabs hold of me with one strong hand.
“Good girl.”
With a deep, wicked laugh, he drops the showerhead and grips my hips, pounding into me, each thrust sending more and more heart-stopping spasms through me as if I hadn’t just climaxed a few moments ago. His fingers tighten possessively around me and he lets out an orgasmic roar that echoes through the Parisian skyline.
Wrapping his arms around me from behind, he holds me through the delicious after-shudders, preventing my knees from hitting the tile. Fuck. I curl my fingers around his forearms, holding tightly as if he’s my savior until the rhythmic beat of my heart returns to normal.
I’m done. I’m spent. I’m completely his.
He pinches my sensitive nipples before he bends low, dropping a kiss against my cheek. “I love you so much, Ciara.”
“Please don’t ever stop saying that,” I pant with my eyes still closed as I tilt my head against his chest.
“I won’t, sweetness.”
* * *
“Oh, my God, Pierre-Henry has surpassed himself. This meal is delectable. I mean, wow. I thought Byblos, my favorite Lebanese restaurant in New York, was insane, but this… gosh, it’s out of this world.”
“Remember you texted me complaining about your bad experience in Berlin and I thought I’d ask our chef to dazzle your taste buds.”
“Has he ever. I love you for doing this for me. You’re such a good listener.” I grin as I shove another spoonful of dessert into my mouth.
“When it comes to you, love, I’d give you the moon if I could.”
“You already spoil me so much.” I giggle.
“Not enough as far as I’m concerned.” Nikolaj winks. “I know you suggested you’d come home and prepare a light meal for us, but I wanted you sitting with me as opposed to busying yourself in the kitchen after so much time apart.”
“No, this is a far better idea. The entire evening has been so magical—from the seduction to the food.”
It’s no secret cooking is in my blood, but I have to admit having a professional chef to prepare sumptuous dishes at will is quite the perk. Pierre-Henry La Fontaine already caters for another wealthy couple living in Nikolaj’s prestigious building so it was a no-brainer for my fiancé to hire this top chef who used to be at the helm of a five-star Michelin restaurant when we decided to spend a lot more time in Paris.
After taking a real shower, Nikolaj and I are dining under the tent on our deck enjoying a glorious night while feasting on a spectacular meal. Chef Pierre-Henry planned out a late-night dinner fit for an Arabian king. He’s prepared my favorite Middle Eastern appetizers—a sample platter of falafels (flavorful crushed chickpea patties), baba ghanoush (puréed barbecued eggplants), tabouleh (parsley salad with whole wheat bulgur) and hummus (garlicky chickpea purée). I can never get enough of these classic dishes. The main is equally sublime. The chef prepared a sumptuous plate of kofta, which he served on a bed of rice topped with onions. These barbecue skewers of ground lamb and beef were grilled to perfection.
It’s way too hot to wear anything more than a tee shirt. Nikolaj is shirtless, only sporting a pair of tight blue boxer briefs. The only reason he covered up is because I begged him to allow me to focus on the food. I’m wearing one of his old tee shirts that hits me below the ass. Nikolaj refused to let me wear any underwear because he’s determined to go for two or three more rounds once we’ve replenished our energy.
Although we’re sitting on the twelfth floor of a majestic building located in one of Paris’s most luxurious neighborhoods, this setting is so casual. When we’re apart for a long stretch of time we never can wait to fuck each other and then follow our illicit interlude with a fantastic meal and an outstanding bottle of wine. He’s been traveling so much in the last three months, every single second I spend with the love of my life is a gift.
I inhale the last bite of my decadent dessert and my eyes roll in contentment. “Mmm, mmm, good.”
“That much, huh?”
“Are you kidding me?” I ask, still contemplating if I should have a second serving of dessert. “This is the best orange-blossom water and pistachio pudding I’ve ever tasted. Not even the little restaurant where I usually buy this Lebanese treat in Le Marais neighborhood cuts it in comparison.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it.” A glint of amusement crosses his gorgeous blue eyes.
Nikolaj brings his hand up and rubs his thumb against my lips, scooping up the last few drops of syrup. I expect him to plunge his finger inside my mouth, but instead he licks off the sweet liquid in such a suggestive way I cross my legs to ward off my burgeoning arousal. Suddenly the cockiness dissipates from his stare and it’s replaced by something so intense it sends an electric current down my spine.
“Why do you look so pensive?”
“I’m thinking about us.”
I look at him, puzzled. “Something I should know?”
“Nothing to worry about,” he says, curling up his lips. “I’m so incredibly happy with you, Ciara. I’m really thankful you’re willing to divide your time between Paris and New York. I love that we can spend more time together even though my company has been growing like crazy and I seem to be traveling more often than a flight attendant in the past three months.” He grins. “I love that you’re mine and that I’m lucky enough to wake up by your side when we’re together.” He reaches out and cups my cheek and I rest my face in the palm of his hand.
“Oh, baby.”
“Well, I should correct myself. You’re only partially mine.”
“You’re such a greedy man,” I mock.
“Of course I am. Only two and a half months to go.”
“I know. I can’t wait. I’m already yours and you know it.” After my parents’ union a few weeks ago, I came to realize that a wedding is nothing more than two rings, a piece of paper and a big-ass party. Decades apart, forced marriages and living on opposite sides of the Atlantic weren’t enough to taper off Diego’s undying love for my mom. Since our engagement and moving in together, it’s become clear to me that nothing could make me love Nikolaj more than I already do. The ceremony is to make our parents happy more than anything else. I would’ve gladly married him in my backyard in my old house in New York. “My heart belongs to you.”
“And mine to you.” He leans in and drops a kiss on the tip of my nose. “But when you marry me you’ll carry my surname.”
“Unless you carry my last name. This is a new age. Men do this sort of thing now,” I tease.
“Honey, as complicated as my name is, yours is even worse… especially since you’re carrying both of your dads’ last names. Personally, I’d stick with Ciara Isabella von Henningsen.”
“Are you saying you’d be opposed to becoming Mr. Nikolaj Tristan Johan Echevarria-Herrera?” I giggle at my own joke, knowing full well I’ll get a reaction from him.
“Evidently, you have too much energy and I did a poor job at fucking you. Perhaps it’s time for a second round.” He gets to his feet. Before I even have time to react, Nik pulls me up and I’m slammed against his naked chest. “I don’t know why you keep pushing my buttons like this since you’re the one who’ll end up paying the price,” he says, yanking me over his shoulder.
Holy crap, he’s fast.
“Hey, put me down, Mr. Echevarria-Herrera,” I protest, hitting his muscular back with my closed fist.
“Let’s go inside because I have a feeling you’ll be screaming out my name so loud the neighbors below will hear you, soon-to-be Mrs. von Henningsen.”
“We’ll see
about that.”
Nikolaj slaps my ass so hard I yelp.
I am so screwed—literally and figuratively.
BOOK 6—ALWAYS & FOREVER
Chapter Three
“God, I have to stop challenging Nikolaj like this,” I mumble to myself as I peek open my eyes. I don’t even have to roll over to know he’s already left my side. When we wake up together we always end up interlaced, as if we never want to let go of each other. When his arms aren’t around me I know he’s already taking on the world.
I rub my eyes and when I listen in I hear his deep voice in the background. He must already be on a conference call. Even though Nikolaj has a proper office in the heart of Paris, he’s still allotted one of the spare rooms in our apartment as a space where he can conduct business. Nikolaj has an international roster of clients spread over three continents, therefore, he tends to have conference calls at the oddest hours. This little home office allows him to speak to his clients when it’s most convenient for them.
“Time to get up.” It’s already seven o’clock. I pull off the sheets covering my naked body and when I attempt to swing my leg off the bed, I close my eyes to offset the pain. “Shit, he fucked me with a vengeance last night.” My entire body aches as if a steamroller has hit me. Nikolaj and I have been joking around about my last name once we marry for months now and every time I dare to suggest he takes on mine, he always answers me by pounding into me like a Mack truck. It’s almost turned into foreplay. “I need strong coffee followed by a power shake or else I’ll never make it through this day.”
I wobble all the way to the bathroom to brush my teeth before jumping into the shower. Twenty minutes later, I waltz out feeling like a new woman. I reenter our large bedroom and step into the walk-in closet to grab my favorite floral-printed silk robe. Once I blow-dry my long hair, I march to the kitchen in search of caffeine. As I pass in front of Nikolaj’s office I catch wind of his impatient tone and I stop in my tracks, curious to find out what’s gotten him so riled up this early in the morning.
He’s not yelling. Nikolaj doesn’t raise his voice very often, simply because he doesn’t need to. His presence, his demeanor and his well-chosen words are far more effective than him losing his cool.
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