Page 64 of Single Malt Drama
“Don’t be shy. We’re married now. A husband should know how his wife likes to be touched.” I leaned forward and flicked my tongue over her right nipple.
Nico rewarded me with a soft intake of air.
“Do you use toys?”
Closing her eyes, she slid her hand beneath the thin material of her pajama shorts.
It was my turn to suck in a breath. I tugged her bottoms down to her thighs and rested my hand over hers. She hesitated, but I pressed my index finger against hers until she took the hint. I noted the pressure and pattern of her movements until she gradually allowed me to take over.
She sighed into my touch, but I was light years from giving her an orgasm.
“Do you like oral?” I’d never asked a stupider question in my life. I’d never met a woman who didn’t enjoy someone going down on her, but making love with Nico for the first time made me feel like a virgin, too.
Her blush deepened. “I’ve never had it.”
A weird screeching sound, like an old dialup modem buzzed through my head. How is that possible? “Given or received?”
“Received.”
While I was somewhat relieved to hear she’d given a blowjob, I wanted to track down the asshole who put his dick in her mouth and beat the shit out of him. What kind of jackass doesn’t return the favor?
I slid her shorts the rest of the way down, settled between her legs, and nuzzled my face into her inner thigh.
Nico’s entire body tensed, and not in a good way. “Marco…”
Kissing the indentation where her leg met her torso, I whispered, “Let me show you how good it feels.”
She nodded, and I stopped teasing and got down to business. It took a couple of tries before I discovered how to play her body like a Stradivarius. Two minutes later, she forgot about posing for the imaginary camera and lost control. Her hips bucked as she uttered prayers and curses and moans—and then, she shattered.
I stretched out beside her. As much as I wanted to sink deep inside her, I waited for her to make the next move.
Nico rolled her head toward me and stared with a dazed expression. “You’re really good at that.”
“I could be better…with more practice.” I kissed her lips between each word. “Lots…more…practice.”
She tugged me closer and whispered the words I’d wanted to hear since I was fourteen years old. “I want you. All of you.”
My stomach did a backflip, and a rush of blood filled my already-hard cock. “Yeah?”
Nico laughed. “Yes.”
I sat up, reached over my shoulder and pulled my T-shirt off.
She made an appreciative sound and ran her nails down my chest. I nearly exploded when she dragged her teeth over my nipple and slid her hand beneath my boxer briefs.
I fumbled with my pants, tugging and kicking to get the damned things off, but Nico seemed less concerned about my struggle. She slid down to align her face with my cock and took me into her mouth.
My vision blurred.
The angle was off, my clothes were in the way, the bar of the foldout couch dug into my hip, but it was hands down the best blow job I’d ever had. Part of me wondered if it was the fact we’d kissed and teased for days before. After all, a starving man will swear a burger is filet mignon. But that wasn’t it. It was mind blowing because it was Nic, my gorgeous, brilliant, funny best friend—the woman I’d vowed to share the rest of my life with.
“Babe, as good as that feels, you have to stop.” Setting my hand on her shoulder, I twisted away.
She flashed me a wicked grin and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand. “I want to do that again later, after we make love.”
I freaking died.
“You can do that anytime you want. Just not now.” I kicked my jeans off and pulled my wallet from my back pocket. My heart sank.
“What’s wrong?” Nic rested her hand on my back.
“Add condoms to the shopping list.”