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My breath catches at his words, the intensity of them making my heart race. I feel his lips move lower, trailing down my neck, pausing at my collarbone. “You’re so incredibly beautiful, Amara. Every time I look at you, touch you, I can’t believe I get to have this. Haveyou.”
A shaky breath escapes me as his hands trace my curves, leaving no part of me untouched. “It kills me that you don’t see what I see. Because when I look at you, all I see is perfection.”
His words, combined with the way his hands and lips trail over my skin, undo me completely.
“You might not see it yet, but you will,” he promises. “I’ll make you see that you’re everything I want.”
Pulling back, he turns me back around to face the mirror and this time I don’t look away. I stare at our reflection. His hands, large and confident, framing my body like I’m his masterpiece. My hair is messy, my skin flushed, but the way his eyes devour me makes me feel like the sexiest thing he’s ever seen.
“I want to show you something,” he murmurs, his lips grazing the shell of my ear as he kisses my cheek, my jaw, every part of me that he can.
I feel so drunk on his kisses, my eyes close as I let myself be consumed by his touch. His hands come to rest on my hips, fingers spreading wide, and he pulls me back against him. I can feel him—hard and thick—pressing against my ass, and the pulse between my legs throbs in response.
“Show me,” I breathe out, because I don’t give a damn what it is. I love everything this man does to me.
“Not here,” he replies, his fingers sliding down my stomach, dipping into my panties as he begins to play with my clit, soft, slow, and torturous. “It’s a place.”
My brows knit together, but when he circles my clit again, I let out a moan, leaning back against him. “What kind of place?”
“The fun is in the mystery, baby.” Amusement coats his tone as one hand slides down my back, cupping my ass. A gasp escapes me as his fingers knead my flesh, slow and teasing. His hands are everywhere—gripping, claiming, lighting my skin on fire.
“God, I can’t wait.” His voice drops to a low rumble, his fingers tugging down the hem of my panties.
I feel my pussy dripping onto his hand as he plays with my clit, his other hand spreading my ass wider, his fingers dipping lower to tease my untouched hole, which makes a gasp leave my lips.
“Relax, honey,” he murmurs, spreading my legs wider with his knee. “I won’t touch you here if you don’t want me to.” His fingerbrushes it again and I swallow hard. “What color, Amara?” he asks.
The sensation is strange and foreign and everything I shouldn’t want, but I find my body arching into him, my thighs pressing together in anticipation. “Green,” I whisper.
“That’s my fucking girl,” he murmurs, the praise hitting me like a jolt of electricity straight to my clit. He pulls his hands away and I almost let out a whimper as Nicholas heads toward his nightstand.
I turn around, watching him open the drawer, and when I see the small metallic plug in his hand, my eyes widen.
His lips twitch. “I need to stretch that tight little hole out before you eventhinkabout having me inside of you.”
His words send a shiver through me as Nicholas approaches me. “Hands against the mirror, honey. Bend down and spread those pretty legs for me.”
I swallow, my clit throbbing with anticipation as I turn around and press my hands against the cold metal, glancing at the reflection as I see Nicholas walk toward me, his eyes fixed on my ass in the air for him.
He lets out a groan, as he grabs my ass in his big hands before he kneels behind me, spreading me wider, completely exposing me to him. I know without a doubt my face has never been this red or hot before.
“That’s it. Fuck you’re so beautiful everywhere.”
A moan rips from my throat when I feel his finger graze my hole, slowly pushing inside.
“Goddamn, you’re tight,” he grunts, pressing into me deeper, filling me in a way I’ve never been filled before.
“Please,” I find myself saying, a cry ripping from my throat.
“Please?” Nicholas repeats. “You want more, honey?”
I nod, my face pressed against the mirror as he continues to work his finger slowly inside of me.
“Christ, you’re going to kill me,” he murmurs, pulling his finger out of me. I hear the sound of a cap opening and then the feel of cool metal pressed against me.
The sensation is sharp at first, and I gasp, but Nicholas moves slowly, carefully, working the plug inside of my ass until it slides in. I let out a mix between a moan and a cry as my body stretches around the intrusion, unfamiliar but so fucking exciting.
“Breathe,” he urges, his hands steadying me. His lips brush the curve of my back as I adjust, the fullness making me hyper aware of every shift, every twitch of my body. “That’s it, baby. Let it stretch that pretty hole out.”