Worth the fight

smacking noise as our bodies slap against each other in fury. 
    Nico grunts on every plunge down and I cry out on every slippery stroke upward as we find our rhythm together.  Instinctively, I try to move to reach out and touch him, but his grip holding my hands above my head tightens, keeping me in place.  I feel possessed, completely and totally possessed by this man.  And it’s that feeling that sends me over the edge. 
    I moan through my orgasm , unashamed by what I feel. What he makes me feel.  Nico’s body tightens in response to my orgasm and the heat of his semen pouring into me extends my own release.  Together we furiously give ourselves over to the pleasures of our bodies; loud, obscene sounds coming from both of us as we both realize we are climaxing together.
    ***
    I wake in the morning to a warm hand tracing the curve of my spine up my back slowly as I lie naked on my stomach.  I wiggle a bit as he reaches the top of my ass, his thick fingers halting only for a second before they continue their assault downward, gently pushing their way in between my ass cheeks, tracing the outline of my most private areas.  A little giggle comes out when he continues his tracing underneath me, finding my still swollen clit.
    “Shh.”  Nico’s voice is gentle now.  So different from the demanding man who came to me in the middle of the night to stake his claim.  He leans over my back and gently kisses the back of my neck, leaving a sweet trail of wet from the nape of my neck up to my ear.  “I want you.”  His voice is low and throaty in my ear and it sounds incredibly erotic. 
    “So take me.”  I whisper on a small moan as his teeth sink into my ear.
    “No.  I want you to give yourself to me.  I want you, Elle.  All of you .”
    I turn over to face him and it’s like the first time I’ve ever seen him, even though we only fell asleep a few hours ago.  His hair is disheveled and he has the start of a five o’clock shadow on his masculine jaw.  The vision steals my breath away.  I reach up and cup his jaw in my hand, my thumb stroking his cheek where I know a dimple hides just beneath the surface.
    Our eyes meet and I realize he’s serious.  He’s not being playful.  He wants me to give myself to him and not just in the bed right now.  “I want to… but I’m not sure I can.”   I respond with honesty. 
    Nico shuts his eyes and I think I’ve hurt him again.  I can’t stand to hurt this man anymore.  But then he opens them an d surprises me.  “We’ll work on it.  Together.” 
    A lone tear escapes my eye and Nico brushes it away before I give myself to him, in the only way I can at the moment.  And he takes what I give him, making love to me sweetly when I need it most.
    ***
    We don’t get out of bed all day, making up for lost time.  I missed these quiet moments when we just lay in bed, my head tucked into the crook of his broad shoulder, him stroking my hair with his big hand so gently.  I run my finger up and down his breastbone, mindlessly feeling the bumps and curves of the walls of his thick muscles along the way.  I’m happy, but there’s a gnawing feeling lurking just beneath my contentment.  I know there are things we have to talk about, things that will ruin everything.  But I just want to stay in the here and now for a little while longer.  I love the way he looks at me, selfishly I don’t want it to change.  But I know it will when he finds out. 
    Sensing my distance, Nico lifts my chin upward to look at him in the eyes.  “I’m sorry, Babe.  I know we still need to talk.”
    I panic, desperate to just be us a while longer.  “You need to feed me first.”  I give him a wry grin.  As if on cue, Nico’s stomach growls, and just like that I get a reprieve.  At least for a little while.
    ***
    As usual, Nico lifts me and seats me on the counter while he cooks.  I’m wearing his shirt and watching the sinfully sexy man walk around my kitchen in only his jeans, the top button of which is still open.  He’s a walking paradox with the ripped muscles of his chest exposed as he moves around the kitchen barefoot, almost gracefully, tossing eggs into a bowl to whip with some other stuff I didn’t even know I had in my fridge.  He passes me on his way to the stove and plants a chaste kiss on my lips.  Delicious. 
    We both devour everything on our plates.  I hadn’t really even realized how hungry I was until the food was right in front