it’s only me who can make you feel this way,” he commanded.
“Only you, Oh God, only you!” she panted as he pushed deeper inside her moist core.
“Good, baby, now come for me. I want to see you come again,” Nicholas growled.
At his command, her orgasm erupted again. Neeva could feel her body tense and release, for it seemed like eternity as sensation after sensation rolled through her. She begged him to take her on every breath that passed her lips. Nicholas got of his knees and slipped inside of her. His groan matched hers as she took him in.
“I want to be on top,” she whispered in his ear and nibbled the lobe.
He slipped from her wet body and lay on the bed. His eyes were filled with desire and burned into hers as he watched her straddle him. She held his hard length in her hand and took him inside her inch by slow torturous inch. She saw his hands clenching the sheets as she rode him deliberately slow. With her thighs against his as she moved, the pleasure of having him deep inside her made her bite her lip. Neeva arched her back, and Nicholas reached up to cup her breasts. Her pace increased. She took him deeper with every downward thrust. He moaned her name over and over again, He cried out his love as passion spiraled them out of control. Neeva was past the point of reason. She was going by that primal instinct to mate and to give and take pleasure.
“I need you, Nicholas. I need you!” she cried out. “Don’t let me go!”
“Oh, I love you, Neeva,” Nicholas groaned out. “I’m here with you for always.”
“I’m going to come.” Neeva felt tears fall from her eyes as her orgasm took hold. Her body tightened around his cock as she went over that edge. He moaned at his release. They both fell into that abyss that lovers find in each other.
Neeva was sprawled on top of Nicholas’s body. The cool wind coming through the window off the sea dried their skin. He stroked the hair off her face, and kissed the tears drying on her cheek. She turned away quickly, but Nicholas wasn’t going to have that at all. He turned her to him, and Neeva couldn’t hide tears, this time not from the pleasure of their lovemaking but of sadness.
“Sleep, my love. I’ll be here when you wake up. No nightmares tonight,” Nicholas whispered as he placed kisses on her damp cheeks
Neeva relaxed, and she pressed closer to him, laying her head against his chest. How did he know about my nightmares? It was one of her last thoughts before sleep claimed her.
* * * *
“Nicholas!” He heard his name called while he slept. “Christkindl!” Nicholas sat up in bed. It was his mother’s voice, and she used the Old World name. Next to him, Neeva slept deeply, and she didn’t move when he got out of bed and went to the mirror. His mother’s face stared out from the portal she created to find him.
“Mother?”
“Is this the one, the woman who has taken hold of your heart?” Joko asked trying in vain to look around his frame to the bed, even though she was in the mirror.
“Is that why you are here, to see into my bed?” Nicholas demanded. “You could have waited until I brought her home.”
“No, my son, the shop is in chaos. One of the vice presidents has sabotaged production. He refuses to release the toys unless he has more payment. I fear that more have joined him!” Joko explained.
“Those greedy bastards. They plan this just before our holiday run?” Nicholas snarled. When Neva murmured in her sleep, he lowered his voice. “I shall be there soon, Mother. I must handle this situation with Neeva delicately. She is heartbroken over the loss of her son.”
“Oh, that feeling is one that can never be repaired,” Joko said. Sadness infused her words. “I too know of that loss. You will help heal her, Nicholas. Your heart is one of the purest I know.”
“Thank you, Mother. Expect me soon. Convene a meeting for my
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