He had such a nice mouth.
She gave that nice mouth playful kisses that teased, that were almost friendly—but not chaste. It was like a little warm-up…like poking a big, sleeping bear.
She could feel his naked torso between her legs and the warmth of his belly on her sex as she practised her kiss on him.
‘Taste me with your tongue,’ he told her, and she saw that Nico’s eyes were now closed.
‘I’m too shy.’
That elicited another laugh from them both. It was nice to laugh as their mouths mingled, to share in each other’s breath—and then his hand came behind her head and Aurora received her first proper kiss, for with one sweep of his tongue he discounted all the others.
Finally, she closed her eyes.
Then, as he sucked her tongue and pressed her head into his, she knew she was right to be there, for her body was on fire for him.
He tasted of limoncello and water and skill. He gave her a taste of the passion beneath that aloof exterior and he made her crave him.
She rose on her haunches and his other hand came to her waist as he kissed her more deeply, tangling with her in indecent ways. His hand slipped down to her buttocks—and he pulled his head away.
‘Dio, Aurora, where are your knickers?’
‘I don’t wear them to bed.’ She smiled. ‘It’s too hot.’
His hands were on her ripe flesh and she could feel his fingers digging hard into her. And then she recognised the reluctance in him and felt regret as he removed them.
‘Do you wear your underwear to bed?’ she asked.
She slid back and sat on his thighs. It was a very provocative move, for in doing so she slid her naked sex over the hardest part of him. She pulled back the cotton blanket and saw beneath his black silk boxers and the clear evidence of his desire for her.
‘Oh, Nico…’
She touched him without fear or hesitation, freeing him from the restraint that had kept their actions decent. She explored him with her eyes and her hands and knew she had never seen anything more beautiful in her life.
‘Aurora…’ he warned, and removed her hand, or soon he wouldn’t be able to control himself any more.
But she did not stop, and when her hand returned he did not halt it.
‘Make it stop, Nico,’ she begged.
‘Make what stop?’
‘This fire.’
‘Go to bed,’ he told her, pushing at her hips and attempting to lift her from his thighs.
But she dug in. ‘No.’
‘Okay,’ he compromised. ‘I’ll make you come, and then you are to go to bed.’
His arrogant tone only turned her on even more, and she relished the opportunity to discover what he could make her body feel.
Oh, he brought bliss with his fingers. He was not gentle, and she stifled a cry as he slipped his fingers inside her. She moved with his hand for a moment, but then sobbed in frustration. ‘It’s not your hand I want…’
‘Let go,’ he told her as he stroked her more insistently, increasing the speed and pressure of his fingers according to the responses of her body.
When she climaxed, Nico decided, he would allow himself to join her, and then they could both get some sleep.
‘We might be going to die tonight, Nico,’ she told him. ‘Don’t let me die a virgin.’
She looked down at him and felt a shiver rippling inside her as he almost smiled.
But was it a smile?
Aurora did not know, for it was a look she had never before seen. It was a kind of grim smile that made her stomach flip, and his voice, when it came, was deeper than thunder, with a low warning edge.
‘Get on the floor,’ he told her.
‘No,’ she said. For that would mean separating their bodies and she did not want to give him even a second to change his mind.
That grim smile remained as his hand left her sex and moved to his own. ‘Take off your top,’ he told her. ‘I want to know every inch of you.’
With anticipation bubbling inside her, and delight that she was finally getting her way, she pulled her T-shirt over her head.
Aurora put her hands on his chest and lifted herself a little. She looked down as he held himself in one hand and ran the glistening tip against her most sensitive flesh.
‘Don’t make a noise,’ he warned as he nudged against her, except she was too tight for his thick length.
He could feel her thighs shaking as she knelt up. ‘Get on the floor,’ he said again, for he could better control things there.
‘Please, Nico, now!’
He was just a little way inside her, and he took her hips in his large palms. He’d meant to do it more gently, but she was damp with perspiration, and so was he, and as he pushed her down their bodies slid together and he pulled her down harder than he’d intended and seared into her virgin flesh.
It was the most painful, exquisite, blissful moment of her life and she did not make a sound. It was Nico who let out a breathless cry as he took her virginity.
‘Shh…’ Aurora said, though the sound stroked through her as they locked together. She stayed still, so still, because it was agony, but it was delicious too, and she felt his hands very gently on her hips, steadying her.
‘Come here,’ he told her, but did not move an inch. ‘Let me kiss you.’
Now he made her moan, for his kiss was her first taste of the true Nico—utterly tender and all man. His kiss and his tongue took all the hurt away as his hands stroked her hips—not to move her, just to feel her—and he made her whimper. And as the hurt receded desire took its place and she started to move according to the demands of her own body.
She wanted to linger on his lips, to savour this side of Nico, but her body wouldn’t allow it, for she could not kiss him softly and move as she wished to at the same time.
Nico took over, holding her hips and bringing her in line with his building rhythm, lifting his hips to thrust into her.
‘Nico…’ she said, in a voice that was fighting not to scream. ‘Nico…’
He wasn’t putting out the fire in her—it was spreading and consuming her, and she did not recognise the approaching bliss, but sought it all the same.
And then he let out that breathless shout again and lifted himself.
Feeling Nico swell and then the rush of his relief fill her, caused Aurora to shatter into a thousand tiny pieces. And Nico, her Nico, pressed his hand over her mouth as her world went black and her orgasm coursed through her.
It was the most intense moment she had ever known and he guided her through it.
Aurora started kissing his palm. Kissing and tasting his salty skin. His hand slid behind her head and he pulled her back to his kiss.
They came down from their high together and slowly. Back to the world they had left for a while. Back to the sound of the choppers and her father’s snores.
He held her for a while, but he was concerned about the pace and direction of the fire, and soon he went to the window and checked the solid red glow on the hillside.
And then he looked back to the sofa, where Aurora lay…
Aurora knew she must return to her bed.
‘Come on,’