That freed her, absolutely. She’d never felt so wild and wickedly seductive, going after those shuddering groans that vibrated through his body, drawing those pleading, incoherent words out of him. She knew what he was trying to say. Her body knew. She savored his hot, salty taste, the ropy veins, his throbbing pulse against her tongue as she pleasured him. The salty-sweet, slick drops of pre-come.
She leaned back to spread it tenderly around his glans with her fingertip, until it gleamed—and then licked it tenderly off again. Long, lapping strokes. Strong swirls of her tongue. Deep sucking pulls. Driving him deliciously out of his mind.
And herself, as well. She was clenching her thighs desperately around the hot throb of arousal. Getting deeper, sharper. Elisa grabbed his hands and tugged. Nate swiftly pulled her up, his eyes questioning.
“I want you,” she said shakily. “Right now.”
“Anytime,” he said. “Any way you want.”
She looked down at the black lace-up boots that Nate had bought for her the day before. Not happening. Too complicated. It would take too long to get those off. She tugged him over to the sink, and they stared at the mirror. She would never get enough of that sight. The look in his eyes. His big, stiff penis in his grip. Slowly stroking himself.
So damn hot. She could hardly breathe, she was so excited.
She hiked up the sweater, and jerked the leggings and underwear down to her ankles. “We’ll do it like this,” she said. “Don’t want to bother with the boots.”
Nate bent down to stroke his big hands slowly up over the skin of her hips. “You sure?” he asked. “Let me go down on you first. Seems only fair.”
“Save that for later,” she said, jerking her sweater up and off. “Don’t make me wait.” She met his eyes in the mirror after she pulled the sweater free and her hair tumbled back down, a wild, tousled mop over her shoulders and face. Her eyes were fierce as she unclasped her bra and flung it away.
She grabbed the edge of the sink and bent over, opening her legs as far as the hobbling garments at her ankles would allow. Arching her back.
They couldn’t look away from each other. She breathed fast and shallow, savoring the thick, heavy quality of the air between them. The breathless, trembling push and pull of hunger. Power. She needed to push him to the brink to get what she needed from him—and she knew just how to do it, instinctively.
She’d always known. Since the stars were formed.
Elisa smiled at him and swayed back toward him, breasts dangling. Daring him with her eyes. “Touch me,” she said. “I’m so wet. The way you look at me makes me wet. The way you kiss me. The things you say to me. Licking your gorgeous cock makes me wet. Go ahead, touch my pussy. You’ll see it’s true. I’m aching for you.”
Nate tried to speak, but quickly abandoned the attempt, and took her at her word, sliding his hands lovingly over her ass cheeks again. Then lower, to her vulva.
He made a low, choking sound in his throat as he felt the truth for himself. She was drenched, slick. Rocking back eagerly against his fingers with a moan of eagerness. “Nate,” she whispered. “Please.”
“Yeah,” he said raggedly. “Oh, fuck yeah.”
Sounds she couldn’t control came out of her at the wonderful sensation. His thick cockhead, stroking her pussy lips, then nudging and sliding between. Pushing past the resistance and into her slick, plush depths. Taking all of him.
No words, just panting breaths. The wet, rhythmic sounds of his cock, pumping. First carefully, as he found the angle that made her whimper and gasp. He found all the sweet spots inside her, and proceeded to stroke and pet them expertly with his marvelous cock. Deep, slick, fabulous fucking.
Her fingers clutched the sink, and she pushed back to meet his heavy thrusts. Excitement built deep in her belly, like the thundering of an oncoming train. It was swelling into something huge, something overwhelming—
It broke, crashing through her, sending them flying out into the dark. Fused.
Afterwards, Nate was draped over her back, stroking her breasts, kissing her spine. Keeping her warm. He slowly lifted himself up and pulled himself out.
Elisa stood up, and watched him tuck himself back into his jeans and button them up. She turned, wishing she had the presence of mind to strike a sexy pose, but her knees were too weak. Every part of her shook with residual pleasure.
In the past, she’d always felt self-conscious after sex. Like she needed to hide her tender inside self behind some sort of confident, sexy mask.
Not with Nate. She was all tender inside self. All of her, fully on display. Fearless and open. She knew how to give soul-shaking pleasure to her lover. She deserved the incredible pleasure he gave in return. She felt charged with power.
Sated. Replete. Complete.
“Well, then,” she said. “If your sinister plot was to make me feel wonderful and distract me from all my problems, then congratulations. It worked.”
“Good,” he said simply. “That’s all I ever wanted. That’s what I’m going for.”
Oh, crap, not tears again. She sniffed back the foggy rush and smiled at him brightly, waving him out of the room. “Why don’t you go on out,” she said. “Out of the bathroom. I need privacy to make myself presentable.”
“I’ll go see if Josh wrote on the Obelisk,” he said.
“Yes. You do that, and I’ll join you in just a minute.”
She washed up briskly, and made her way back to the living room. Nate was already seated at the monitor. He turned to look at her. “Not yet,” he said.
They heard the car engine, and as always, Nate’s gun instantly appeared in his hand. “Stay back,” he said, as he sidled into the kitchen to peer out the window. The tension in his body relented when he saw the car. “It’s Mace, with Jim Wong and Mitch,” he said. “Excellent. We can get moving.”
“Already?” She was startled. “Don’t you need to plan?”
“I’ve been planning all night,” he said. “With Mace and Jim and Josh’s help. We just have to finalize. The main pillar of my plan is to move while Clemens and some of his men are in Shaw’s Crossing looking for you. The fewer of them there are at Bailey Ridge, the better our chances. I’ll brief the others, we’ll grab some lunch, and go.”
Mace Trask came in, greeting her with a respectful nod, followed by the other two men. Mace patted her on the shoulder.
“It’s about time you let us in on the secret,” he said. “It was driving us all nuts.”
“I was that obvious?” she asked, dismayed.
The men exchanged amused glances.
“Pretty much,” Jim Wong said. “We placed bets on the probable scenarios. I just won fifty bucks with the old classic, the bad ex-boyfriend. I got the closest.”
“Well, congratulations on your win,” she said, bemused. “And thank you for your patience. And in advance, for your help.”
They all mumbled some variant of ‘no problem, whatever, anytime’ as another car rumbled into the driveway. Every single man went on guard.
It was just the caterer, with a bunch of heaped trays and aluminum baking pans. Once that was carried inside and squared away and the caterer’s van was gone, they gathered around the table. Elisa nibbled on turkey on sourdough as she watched the men study the satellite photos and discuss how the extraction would go down.