Chapter 21 Not a Size Zero

Allie

Nico just stared at me for a moment, then wrapped one of his big hands around the back of my neck and pulled me to him, taking my mouth in a deep kiss that stunned me with its intensity. His other hand moved from my waist down to my ass, and he used it to scoot me closer to him as I straddled him on the sofa. The hand on the back of my neck moved around to rest against my throat, in a move I remembered from our first kiss.

We broke apart, both gasping for breath, then his mouth moved over mine again. The glide of his tongue against mine, the feel of his hand against the pulse at the base of my throat, the other hand possessively squeezing my ass - there was so much sensation hitting me all at once it was overwhelming. With a final lick and nibble along my bottom lip, he mouthed his way along my jaw to the spot just behind my ear, then began working his way down the side of my neck. He moved his hand so he could suck gently on the pulse point where it had been resting. I shivered and angled my head to give him better access.

I could feel his hard cock pressed against me, and I rocked my hips forward to try to ease the ache that was building between my legs. He groaned and clamped both hands on my ass to guide me.

"Harder," he said, teeth clenched, eyes locked on mine. "You feel so fucking good rubbing against me like that."

I moaned, and dropped my head back onto my shoulders, face turned up toward the ceiling. I closed my eyes so I could focus on the sensations that were building inside me. He ran one of his big hands back up my spine, gripping my hair as he pulled me closer to kiss me again.

He teased me with nibbles along my jaw again, before ghosting his lips over mine. He wrapped his hand in my hair to gain more control of my movements, as he continued to tease me with featherlight kisses which were the complete opposite of the hard grinding action of our lower bodies. I leaned my head forward just enough that I could lightly grab his lower lip between my teeth on his next pass over my mouth. I tugged on his lip gently, then released it, running my tongue over it to soothe the slight sting. He groaned and took my mouth again. There was nothing soft or teasing about it this time. When he plunged his tongue in my mouth, I tangled my tongue with his, then pulled back to nip and lick at his lip again. When I felt his tongue again, I sucked it into my mouth. He groaned loudly, tightened the hand he still had gripping my hair, and bucked his hips up to slam into me.

"Of fuck," he panted. "That just shot straight to my cock, Sunshine. Your mouth is fucking amazing."

"I'm so glad, honey. If you liked that, you're gonna love what I do to you in a minute," I said with a wicked grin. His pupils dilated and his nostrils flared as he sucked in a quick breath. Good. I wanted to drive him out of his mind.

"I've been dreaming of touching you for so long, Nico. I know exactly what I want to do to you". I leaned forward to run my mouth from his collarbone, up the strong column of his neck, before nipping gently at his earlobe. He made a rumbling sound deep in his throat, so I did it again, before sucking the lobe between my lips and running my tongue over it.

"I need to see you. I need to feel you against me," he muttered almost frantically, as he pushed me back slightly. He dropped both hands down to my waist and up under the edge of my T-shirt, sliding it up and over my head to fling it across the room. I had a momentary regret that I wasn't wearing the skimpy, sexy lingerie I was sure he was used to, but Nico didn't seem to mind at all judging by the look on his face.

His body stilled except for the harsh inhale and exhale of his breathing. He slowly lifted his hand and drew his finger down my neck, skimming over my collarbone, then gliding down over my chest to the cleavage showing above the bra. He ran his fingertip softly over the tops of both breasts, dipping just under the edge of the bra cup. My entire body broke out into goosebumps, and I shivered. My nipples were hard, and aching for his touch, and I could feel my pussy throbbing for him.

In an obviously well-practiced move, he reached his arms around me, unfastened my bra, and slid it down my arms to fling it in the same general direction as my shirt. As my breasts fell free, I felt a flicker of anxiety race up my spine. I started to bring my arms up to cover myself, but Nico grabbed my wrists and yanked my arms backdown to my sides. When my eyes shot to his, he was glaring at me.

"Don't you dare, Allie. Don't you fucking dare try to hide yourself from me. Do you have any idea how long I've dreamed of seeing your tits?" He let go of my wrists, so that he could reach up and cup his hands around the sides of my breasts. As large as his hands were, they still couldn't cover me completely.

His eyes dropped to my chest, and he groaned again, long and loud, as he squeezed me - gently at first, and then more roughly when I moaned and bucked against his cock.

"Nico, that feels so good," I said in a breathy voice that I barely recognized as my own. "Please don't stop." I leaned back slightly to grind my ass on his lap, and then rocked forward to grind my center against his cock. He moaned and squeezed me a little harder, shifting his hands slightly so he could roll, pinch and tug on my nipples.

"Yes, just like that, please don't stop", I repeated, almost whining with need for him to give me more. I was still rocking against him, undulating my body in a rhythm I'd almost forgotten.

"God, I won't stop, Sunshine. I don't think I could stop now even if I tried." Without taking his eyes off my chest, he whispered, almost to himself, "So fucking hot. I knew you would be so fucking hot."

He leaned his head back on the sofa, eyes closed for a moment, as if trying to gain control. Fuck that, I didn't want him in control. I wanted him to be as on-edge as I was. I reached down to the hem of his shirt and skimmed the palms of my hands up over his stomach to his chest, pushing the shirt up under his arms as I went. His abs clenched, and his body tensed even more as he felt my touch. I lowered my head to kiss the fist-sized Storm Front logo tattoed on his right pec, then ran my tongue over his right nipple, while my fingers lightly pinched the one on the left. I put my mouth on him, and sucked the nipple into my mouth, then alternated between licking and sucking, while still pinching the other. I switched my mouth and my hand then, moving my head to suck on the other nipple. Nico gasped and grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands, holding me close against his chest. I tugged on one nipple and flicked my tongue over and over against the other.

"Oh, God, that feels so damned good, Allie," he moaned. The sounds he made were addictive, and I wanted to hear more. I very gently closed my teeth around one hard nipple, and gently tugged on it. The feel of my teeth carefully pulling on his sensitive skin seemed to ignite something inside him.

He moved one hand to my chin, cupping it tightly, fingers pressed firmly on either side of my jaw. The other hand landed back on my ass, pulling me hard against his cock again. He held me there, pressed tightly against him, not allowing me to move. He stared at me, his face just a few inches from my own, then pressed a hard kiss to my lips.

"We need a room with a bed, right the fuck now, Sunshine. I need to be inside you soon before I lose my goddamned mind."

I moaned in pleasure, my mind filled with the images his words had just created, then slid off his lap. I led him toward the stairs, stopping for a second to pick up my T-shirt and bra from the floor. Before I could stand back up straight, Nico grasped my hips, and pulled my ass back against his cock to grind into me again. "Oh, sweetheart, you really shouldn't bend over in front of me right now." he told me in a deep growly voice. "I'm barely hanging on here."

We stood there by the stairs, with his front plastered to my back. He slid his hands from my hips and wrapped them around my waist, trailing them up my stomach, before cupping my breasts from behind. He squeezed and kneaded them for a few seconds, pushing them together and then squeezing again.

"Fuck, your tits are so soft. I love to watch them bounce and jiggle under your shirts as you walk. It makes me hard every damned time. I can't wait to feel these wrapped around my cock." He dropped his head to nuzzle at the back of my neck, then gently bit me there before soothing it with his tongue.

The entire time we stood there, he was grinding against my ass, and I knew I couldn't take much more. I pulled away from him, grabbed one of his hands, and guided him toward the stairs.

When we reached the landing, he was on me again. He turned me around to him and kissed me again, one arm around my waist to anchor me to him, and the other molding itself to the curve of my ass. I draped my arms around his neck, enjoying the slightly rough feel of his cotton T-shirt against my nipples as I was pressed against him.

"Nico?"

"Hmmm?" he murmured, kissing his way down my neck again.

"Bed, now, remember?"

At that reminder, he lifted his head, and gave me a truly wicked grin. "Show me your bedroom, Sunshine."

I turned, and he swatted me on the ass as I hurried down the hall to my childhood bedroom. It hadn't changed much since we had redecorated during my senior year of high school. The walls were a light sage green, with white bedding on the queen-sized bed and navy-blue accents. It had a tranquil spa-like feel that I still loved. Nico followed me into the room, turning to shut and lock the door behind him. As his glance fell on the bed, his gorgeous lips turned up in a smile.

"I'm glad to see that bed, Sunshine. I was afraid you would still have a twin bed or something in here, and we would have needed more room than that for what I want to do to you."

He reached behind his head to grasp the neckline of his T-shirt, pulling it over his head and letting it drop to the floor. He slipped his shoes and socks off and kicked them out of the way. Without taking his eyes off me, he opened his belt, popped the top button on his jeans, and lowered the zipper slightly.

Oh, sweet Jesus, he was a beautiful man. I'd seen him without his shirt many times over the years, but this felt so much more intimate. My gaze dropped to the six-pack abs, trim waist, and that sexy-as-hell dip leading to his groin, then - dear God, the bulge in the front of his jeans was huge. 'Oh, fuuuuck me', I thought to myself.

Nico flashed me that cocky grin of his and reached for me. "Don't worry, I will definitely be fucking you."

Oh, I guess I hadn't actually kept that thought to myself after all. Oops.

He wrapped me in his arms, both hands sliding down to grip my ass. He pulled me tight against him, lifting me to my toes and holding me there to get me at just the right height before grinding his hips against mine. Our bare chests pressed together, and I noticed how warm his skin was against mine. He had a smattering of dark hair on his chest, not too much, but just enough to provide a delicious friction against my nipples as we moved together.

He lowered me back to my feet, as he slid his hands from my ass, around to the front of my jeans. He ran his fingers along the waistband at my sides, which tickled like crazy. I squirmed and giggled, and he laughed and did it again.

"I'm going to find every single ticklish spot you have, Sunshine, and I'm going to nibble on each and every one," he promised.

His hands moved to the button at the front of my jeans, popping it open with one hand and sliding my zipper down with the other in one coordinated movement. He eased both hands just inside the open flap, grabbing my hips before sliding around to my ass again. He kissed me again for just a moment, then pushed my jeans over my hips and down my legs. He bent slightly to help me step out of them, before tossing them to the side. He straightened to his full height and stared at me, his gaze raking so slowly and so intently down my body that it almost felt like he was actually touching me. Then it hit me. I was standing stark naked - except for a pair of tiny blue panties - in front of a half-naked Nico fucking Peretti. Images of those other women, those other perfect women, slammed into my brain. What the hell have I done?

I whirled around, desperately looking for something I could cover myself with. I felt Nico move up behind me, running his hands up my arms, then sliding his arms across my chest to pull me gently back against him. He bent his head, so his face was next to mine, and his chin rested on my shoulder.

"What's wrong, Sunshine?" he asked quietly.

The sting of tears starting to build, as the memory of all of those hateful online comments came rushing back. The images of all of the other women he'd been with were running through my mind like a bad movie, with that stupid Sesame Street song as the soundtrack. One of these things is not like the other...

I could feel my body start to tremble. I wasn't sure if it was nerves, anxiety, dread, shame, or embarrassment, but I suspected it was a combination of all of them. I felt Nico clasp me a little tighter.

"Allie?" he asked again. "It's OK. Whatever it is, it's OK, I promise you."

The first tear fell, and then the next, and the next, until I was shaking with the effort of holding in my sobs. I heard Nico groan, then he quickly turned me and wrapped me in his arms, pressing my face into his neck, and crooning softly to me. "It's OK, sweetheart. It's OK. Please just tell me what's wrong. It will be OK, just tell me."

He held me like that for several minutes, rubbing his hands up and down my back, then stroking the side of my face, my hair, and then up and down my back again. As my crying slowed down, he pulled away slightly to peer down at me.

"You're breaking my heart here, Sunshine," he said with a catch in his voice. "Talk to me."

I stepped out of his arms and grabbed for the cashmere throw draped across the foot of the bed. I wrapped it around my shoulders, and clutched it closed in front of me with one hand. It draped over me, covering me to mid-thigh. I sat on the edge of the bed, and Nico walked over to sit next to me. He leaned over and kissed my temple.

"Tell me what's wrong," he whispered in my ear before straightening up. "Did I move too fast? We don't have to do anything you aren't ready for."

"No, it's just...no, you didn't move too fast. I'd just forgotten for a minute. You touched me and kissed me and made me forgot for a minute that I'm not like the women you normally sleep with."

He put his hand on my chin and turned my face so he could look at me. "Allie, sweetheart, please don't compare yourself to anyone else. You are the woman I love. You are the woman I want. You are the woman I've been dreaming about for years now." He grabbed my free hand and pressed it against the hard ridge of his cock beneath his zipper. "This is what you do to me. Only you. This is all for you."

"It's not that simple. I'm not a size zero, Nico. Not even close. I wear a size fourteen, which isn't a big deal to most of the world, but in your world? Trust me, in your world, that's a big fucking deal. My breasts are big, and they're natural, so they aren't nice and perky anymore. They sag a little, and I have stretch marks on my stomach and a leftover baby-pooch that I can't fucking get rid of. I've got enough hips and ass for two women, and I haven't had a goddamned thigh-gap since I hit puberty!"

Nico stood up and took a few steps away from the bed, before swinging around to look at me again. "Are you done?" he asked angrily. "Are you fucking done insulting the woman I love?"

I rolled my eyes, getting pretty pissed off myself. "I'm not saying you don't love me. I'm saying I don't see how you can want me when you look like you, and I look like me. You're built like some kind of a god, Nico, and I'm built like the 'before' picture in a weight-loss ad!"