The Beginning

Nicky

Atypical winter sun streamed through the frost glass windows stirring me from a slumber of which I'd rather not recover.

Warm, soft, naked beneath me, Tess cradled me. One of her arms slung limply across my shoulders, the other cupped my cheek, keeping my face tucked into her collar.

Sheathed inside her from the night before, my dick flexed, begging for her. My hips fought to remain still. I pressed a kiss to her chest. When she didn't stir, I left another at the base of her neck. Parting my lips, I tasted her salty flesh. My desire to bite into her grew nearly overwhelming. I forced nothing more than a graze over a nearly healed bruise.

With a jerk, her arm tightened around my shoulders. Her thumb smoothed my cheek. "Hi." she cooed, shifting her hips into mine.

"Can I?" My request accompanied with a returned pressure.

"Yes." Tess tilted her hips back and lifted her knees. "Please."

Sliding my hands further beneath her, I grabbed onto the edge of the mattress. Leverage on my side, I rocked against her. Each time managed to feel better than the last.

Slick and inviting, she welcomed each thrust. Her heels found the small of my back, where she dug in. "Nicky." She managed to make my name sound melodic with her sigh.

Then again, louder this time, from outside the bedroom, "Nicky!"

"Is that Marcelo?" Tess tried to sit up.

"Sh." I buried myself inside her, then bucked my hips against her pelvis. "He can wait." I breathed into her ear. Pressing up on my palms, I sat back to see her. I braced a hand on the headboard. Wetting the pad of my thumb with my tongue, I brought it to her center.

A moan turned into a whimper. Tess clapped a hand over her mouth.

"Yo, Nicky! You up there?" Marcelo hollered up the stairs.

Eyes fixed on her intimacy, I watched myself disappear inside her.

Tess hummed to suppress each incoming cry. Her feet pressed into the mattress. She lost her footing on satin sheets, which she didn't seem to mind. Her body fell limp, the aftermath of her orgasm only teased me further.

I gripped her outer thigh in my hand, parting her once again. I gave one last push into her before I pulled out to give way to the pressure that built inside me. Viscous and hot, I emptied myself onto her lower belly. Handling obligatory clean up before I rose from the bed.

"Hey." Tess sat up, brows furrowed with displeasure.

"Sorry." I grabbed a blanket from the end of the bed and covered her nudity. A quick peck to her hairline, I moved quickly toward the dresser.

"Dominic!" Marcelo barked his frustration, bursting through the bedroom door. "How big is this fucking hou— Hello." His rant was deterred by Tess's semi-nude form nestled in the bed.

I reached around the door and smacked him on the side of his head. "Close your eyes." I commanded, shoving him by the chest. "Knock, motherfucker." Kicking the door closed, I reached for the first thing I could find.

"You knew he was going to do that." Tess observed.

"Nobody in this family knocks, I swear to God." Tugging on a pair of sweats, I made my way to the door. "I want you to come out if and when you're ready. If you choose to stay here, at least be ready for me when I get back." I pumped my brows playfully at her.

"My guts feel like mashed potatoes, Nic." She rocked herself into a sitting position.

"I'll just use my tongue." I compromised.