Taylor's POV
When we arrived home after the wedding I was in desperate need for a shower. I sit on the bed, taking off my heels when I hear the shower come on. Rolling my eyes I smile.
We're married.
I take off my dress, deciding to skip out on the shower and just shower in the morning. Turning off the light I lay down and sigh, getting comfortable under the covers.
"Fuck."
My eyes snaps open at the sound of the curse floating in the air. Coming from the bathroom. Sitting up in the bed I take the covers off of me, waiting quietly for another sound to make sure I wasn't hearing things.
"Shit."
Another groan makes me get out of bed, walking closer and closer to the bathroom door. Taking one more apprehensive step towards the bathroom, I linger there, not knowing what to do.
"Oh fuck, Taylor," It's a low, guttural groan that has me squeezing my thighs together.
Opening the bathroom door and peeking around the corner my eyes are met with the steamy bathroom and the running of the shower.
Nicolas' tall body is underneath the showerhead, one ring-clad hand braced against the wall and his back to me.
My teeth sink into my lower lip as realization downs on me. I feel like a creep standing there, stealing glances at Nicolas jerking off.
His hand is wrapped around his dick—which I can't see—but I can tell by the movements.
Nicolas turns his head. Quickly pulling my head away, I hide behind the wall and lean against it, closing my eyes. All I can see is his hand wrapped around himself as he brings himself to a release. My clit is throbbing, in desperate need of touch and relief.
"Taylor..."
Suddenly the shower turns off and before I can make a run for it the bathroom door opens, a dripping wet Nicolas standing in front of me.
I gulp, looking up at him in my new pajama set.
He takes a step closer to me, grasping my chin between his fingers and leaning in.
"Will you help me finish Thomas? Or should I say, Mrs. Romano?" I gulp, biting my lip and trying my hardest not to look down at a certain something. "Can you? Since it's your fault that my dick is this hard?" Without even thinking about it, I nod and lean into his touch, drunk on it. He runs his thumb over my lips.
"You're gonna help me, right baby?" he asks, his voice low and gravelly.
"Yeah," I whisper, my voice almost cracking. He hums and brushes our lips together, darting his tongue out and licking my lips.
"Get on your knees," I glance down for the first time and lay eyes on his dick. It's hard, thick, and huge, and also nine inches. Just like I remember it.
But I lower myself nonetheless, licking my lips out of anticipation. His hand is wrapped tightly around his dick, to the point where I think it must hurt. His other hand is grasping my jaw, holding me in place.
"Open your mouth for me, baby."
I do exactly that and feel excitement burst through me, along with nervousness. It's been a while since I've last done this. Since college. Nicolas' eyes are darkened as he leads the tip of his dick to my mouth, and then slowly enters it.
My mouth feels full and stretched out when he starts pushing his length inside, his breathing heavy and his abs constricting. My tongue flutters around his cock, curiously licking his skin.
"Now," he breathes, "you suck my dick like a good slut."
Hollowing my cheeks, I start doing exactly that and move my head up and down.
Nicolas throws his head back and parts his lips, his wet body glistening as water droplets slide down his body.
I move my tongue along his dick, licking and sucking. Nicolas puts his hand on my cheek and the other one tangles itself in my hair as he guides my face up and down his dick.
My lips take his dick between them. I flick my tongue over the tip and suck on it when Nicolas draws out for a few seconds before he enters my mouth again.
Each time deeper, bringing tears to my eyes and making me gag ever so slightly.
"Taylor," he groans and goes a bit faster, "you're doing such a good job baby."
My moans are muffled by his cock, but his words get me dripping wet.
I swirl my tongue around his dick multiple times, not caring about the tears sliding down from the corners of my eyes. I suck harder and harder, letting him use my mouth.
The tip of his dick is hitting the back of my throat numerous times, the hold he has on my hair is painful, but I'm enjoying the pain.
I'm reveling in the fact that his hips have gained a rhythm as well, thrusting in and out of my mouth ruthlessly.
Raising my hand, I wrap it around the rest of his dick that doesn't fit inside of my mouth and start stroking him.
"You look beautiful," Nicolas whispers and he swipes his thumb underneath my eye, wiping away a few tears.
His jaw is clenched and everything in his body is pulled taut.
Using my tongue to rub around and underneath the tip, I try to take as much of him as I can until I can feel him too deep inside my throat.
A visible shudder runs through Nicolas and he throws his head back, exposing his throat and the slant of his jaw.
"I'm going to come," he warns and looks down at me through hooded eyes. I let out an approving sound and suck harder, hollowing my cheeks and squeezing my hand around his dick, nearly having a vice-grip on him.
"Hmm," he hums, and then, he erupts in my mouth. He rides out his high in my mouth, shooting his cum down my throat and nearly making me choke.
When he pulls out, I take a minute to gather myself and swallow everything down, before wiping at my cheeks.
Nicolas gently puts both his large hand on my face, before sliding them down underneath my armpits and helping me back up.
"You did perfect," he whispers and ghosts his lips over my forehead, before trailing them down to my cheeks, then lips.
His wet, dark hair is hanging over his forehead, some drops of water falling on my face as if it's raining.
Something I've fantasized about for so long, and now I know what it feels like to be the center of his attention and be the only one he focuses on. For the rest of our lives.
I rub my thighs together, my pussy throbbing in pleasure and need.
He unties my white robe, the soft material dropping to the floor as a comforting breeze run down my body.
Smirking he places his two hands on the back of my thighs and lifts me up, making me wrap my legs around his waist.
Pressing me against the wall, he leans back and lets his eyes go down my body, from my bra to my panties that must be soaked by my arousal.
