Page 92 of Who's Loving You

So I decide to do the same and just exist in the in between…for now.

I’m absolutely exhausted as I’m sure Nic is. So when we walk through the door, he trails off to my bedroom and I head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

“Nico. Would you like something to drink or eat?” I call out to him, my voice echoing across the apartment.

I reach for two glasses but my weary eyes have me missing the counter with one of them and it goes crashing to the floor.

“Val!” He shouts and rushes to the kitchen. “What happened?”

I crouch down and begin gathering the broken glass. “I dropped a glass. No big deal—ouch.” A sharp piece pokes my finger and a bead of blood forms.

I bring my finger to my mouth and suddenly find myself floating through the air. Nic picks me and plops me down on the kitchen counter.

“Stay there,” he orders and digs under the kitchen sink for a hand broom and dust pan.

He sweeps it all up, dumping it in my trash, then getsa wet paper towel to pick up any remaining microscopic pieces.

He does all of this with precision just like he does on the field. Focused, measured, complete. I would’ve expected a guy like him to pull out a vacuum and say screw whatever happens when glass is sent flying everywhere like shrapnel.

“Mama Loving taught you well.” He tosses the paper towel and looks at me with a smirk.

“Well when you have a clumsy sister without the finesse of her athletically blessed brother, you learn all the little secrets to cleaning up broken dishes.” He comes to stand between my legs and grabs my hand inspecting my finger.

He looks at it like a doctor examining a complex wound then treats it how I assume most doctors do.

He pops my finger into his mouth and sucks the small dot of blood left. I watch the way his lips wrap around my finger and a tsunami of chills drowns me.

“Did you say something about being hungry?” His eyes are dark and mischievous.

“Yeah-huh. Yes, I mean. Are you hungry? Or thirs…ty?”

My eyes are glued to him as he unties my sneakers and pulls them off, followed by my fuzzy socks. He chuckles as he tugs on them because my feet are always freezing.

I tossed my jacket on the barstool when I walked in, so I’m sitting in just my leggings and a Drillers sweatshirt that belongs to Nic. I may have “stolen” it as I left his condo one day. The smell of him is starting to fade and I long to bathe it in him again.

“I am actually starving,” he growls and dips his fingers into the waistband of my leggings.

My heart rattles with the knowledge that his hunger is not for anything he’ll find in the refrigerator or pantry. But it is in this kitchen.

I lift my butt as he tugs my leggings down and snatches my panties along with them. I flinch when my bare ass rests on the cold counter but it doesn’t last long.

Nic lays a soft kiss on my ankle and slowly works his way up my leg, licking my thigh and straight to my dripping core.

He peers up at me from his crouched position and flattens his tongue to my pussy. He drags it through my dripping seam and moans. My body trembles and the cold counter now lies like an inferno beneath me.

Nic doesn’t stop with one taste. He returns for seconds and thirds until I lose count. My arms shake and give when they can no longer support my body. I writhe on the counter, completely blissed out.

Nic’s long, strong fingers push inside me and he rises, pushing my sweatshirt up and fisting my breast. His fingers pump, his hand massages, and his mouth locks onto mine. I’m on sensory overload.

When his hands retreat I want to cry. I’ve got an orgasm hanging on a cliff and I need him to push me over. But the clinking of his belt as it hits the floor tells me not to worry.

He breaks our kiss with a pop and with the urgency of a man without oxygen, he thrusts in my aching pussy.

“Fuck,” he growls and I whine “Oh my god, Nico.”

He’s got my thighs draped over his arms and he pulls me to the edge to reach me deeper. And reach he does.

“I love this tight cunt.” I slide along the smooth surface and claw at anything to keep me grounded. “You love my dick, don’t you baby. Love the way I stretch you wide and fill you with my fat dick, over and over.”