𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲| 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗰𝗰𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗸𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻 ❝I need you to stop moving. Each time you move I'll spank you❞ she nodded. Simply just nodded, and relaxed her body. She didn't want to be spanked.
I let her go and lifted my right knee c...
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Gah lee! A view like this could never, ever get old. No matter how many times I see the same tattooed torso I don't think I could ever get tired of it. Nicco lays on his side, his head resting beautifully onto a thick pillow with a silk case wrapped around. The sheet is pulled halfway up his body, leaving the upper half to my view. And I love it. He's never a sore sight for my eyes. I can't help but gape at the way he looks right now. His messy hair all disheveled after last night and mine as well. He looks so peaceful as if he could never be the witty man he is sometimes.
I can't help myself. I reach my hand over, longing to touch his skin. I can't remember the last time I've touched him. I wonder if he held me last night in our sleep, or if he just slept like this. My hand is almost touching his skin but at the grab of my wrist it stops. Oh my. His eyes piece open. It nearly scares me. I thought he didn't have a care in this world at the moment.
And then there's his smile. His I-have-perfect-teeth smile. "What are doing, Miss Cousy?" He asks me, his voice all small and raspy. Did he now just wake? Or has he been woke the entire time?
"Nothing" I shy away from what I was doing, trying to pull my hand back but he doesn't let me. He keeps a firm grip, not wanting to let me go. Hm. He wants to touch me as bad as I want to touch him. He wants me to touch him as bad as I want to touch him.
His eyebrows crinkle as if he didn't approve of my shyness. "You were doing something. Did you want to touch me?" He asks. He shifts himself in bed and scoots closer to me, our faces still being far enough. His hand is steady and he seems to be awaiting my answer.
"Yes. Can I?" I ask. Yes! My subconscious is excited for me. I am using my words, shying away from my own shyness. I think it'll get me further anyways. He smirks gently.
"To what do I owe this pleasure to?" He asks, bringing my hand closer to him. He lets my wrist go just as my fingertips touch his skin, his peck to be exact. He is firm there, lots of muscle.
"Being my not-so-fiancé" I smile, dragging my hand up to his shoulder where I grip him. Oh. He's tense. I wonder if massaging would help. I press into his skin gently. He groans his approval.
He smiles slyly. "Not-so-fiancé? Well if I wasn't your fiancé explain to me why you fucked me the way you did last night." He tells me. Oh god. The memories flood my head. I was a completely different woman last night after the bathtub. I don't know what got into me. I let him put his finger..there.
My eyes pinch shut. "Just so we're clear, that was a one time thing" I tell him, my hand still working ways on his shoulder. It seems to start to loosen up the more I work him.
He chuckles lightly. "Sure" he tells me. My eyes open again. His are closed this time. He's enjoying the massage. But his relaxed face isn't enough to make me stray away from what he's said.
"I'm serious, Nicco. I don't know what got into me. You've surely charmed me" I whisper. Ugh. It makes me odd. I still can't believe I let myself get so wild. I thought that was a limit for me. I've shortly reconsidered.
