Long lashes fall over intense eyes, and when they lift and I become his sole focus, I swallow a gasp. No one has ever looked at me like I was their lifeline in the storm.
“You’re so perfect, Kira.”
Appreciation mingles with want as his encouraging words swirls inside my belly. But it’s the warmth in his eyes that spears the last remnants of tension in my body.
“I’m going to need to spend a lot of time with these,” he whispers.
“I’d be okay with that.” I take his head, tugging until his mouth closes around my other nipple. He chuckles around my quivering nub, treating it to the same pleasure until I’m a trembling mess.
“Nate,” I moan and touch his body, wanting my mouth on him, but he seems to have other plans. He gives my shoulders a little nudge until I’m flat on my back, then he stands up. I go up on my elbows as he hovers over me. His hands grip his boxers, and he tugs them off. His cock springs free, and I practically salivate at the erotic sight before me.
He takes his cock into his hands, strokes firmly, and a half cry, half moan catches in my throat, and my mouth dries. With muscles born from a hard day’s work, the man is simply gorgeous, and everything about him consumes me, pushes back any coherent thought. Desire bombards me, takes full control of my body and brain, and my thighs clench with want, eager for the weight of his body.
He lets go of his cock, tucks his finger into the elastic band of my pajama bottoms, and with agonizing slowness, drags them down my legs. I suck in a fast breath, and my pulse skyrockets. He tosses the pajamas aside, grips my thighs to widen them, and takes a long look at my nakedness.
His eyes leave my body, go to mine, and I swallow. Hard. I’ve had intercourse before, it’s true, but now I get the sense that I haven’t really had sex. Hot, dirty, orgasmic, inspiring sex that this man is sure to give me and I might never to come back from. On edge with excitement and nervousness, I take in the rock-solid man before me, the intensity burning in his eyes as they admire me. I let that intensity fuel my body with need.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs.
I’m about to tell him he is, too, but he sinks to his knees, hooks my legs over his shoulders, and leans into me, burying his face between my trembling thighs. The words dissolve in my mouth as that first sweet touch of his tongue to my sex has my hips coming off the bed. I suck in another fast breath, my head light, slightly dizzy as I curl my fingers in the bedsheets to hang on.
“Nate,” I murmur, my head going from side to side as he swirls his tongue over my center. My dormant sex thrives and quivers, not at all use to this kind of attention. His low deep moan of want vibrates through me, and I shut my eyes against the intense pleasure. Never in my life has anything felt this good. A burn sizzles through me when he slides one thick finger inside, lightly stroking the bundle of nerves the frat boy could never find.
“Yes,” I cry out, and move my hips in a shameless plea for more…for everything. What is this man doing to me? I don’t know, but I hope he keeps on doing it. Giddy, I chuckle inwardly at that thought.
He works his deft finger inside me, his mouth performing miracles on my sensitive cleft, and the dual pleasure takes me to the highest mountain, leaves me teetering on the edge. I give a desperate, needy moan, my chest falling and rising with each labored breath. He changes tactics, tries different techniques as he learns my wants and needs through my sounds and movements. I’m inexperienced, but I’m pretty sure few men are this attentive, this interested in rocking their partner’s world.
I resist the urge to scream hallelujah.
He slides another finger in for a snug fit, and my body heats up. Small clenches begin at my core. He groans as my sex squeezes his finger, and the pressure on my clit changes, as my orgasm mounts. His tongue presses harder, laps faster, and it’s everything I need to send me free falling. My body gives in, completely lets go, melts beneath his perfect touch.
“Nate,” I cry out, and grab a fistful of his hair. “I’m…” Pleasure centers between my legs, each pulse harder, stronger than the previous as I come and come and come some more. Breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh, and the room closes in on me. Nate stays between my legs, his tongue drawing out my release until I finally stop spasming and exhale a soft, satisfied moan. His fingers bite into my thighs as he stands, his beautiful cock dripping with desire. My pulse pounds a little faster. I love the ravenous way he looks at me. Maybe a little too much. Using the back of his hand, he wipes the moisture from his mouth, and his vision narrows in on me. God, when he looks at me like that…
“Middle of the bed. Now,” he orders, every muscle in his body taut, ready to snap.
Limbs weak and warmth spreading through me, I shimmy to the middle of the bed, and he grabs something from his nightstand before climbing between my legs. He strokes his cock again, and I stare, mesmerized as my body heats up all over again.
“You like looking?” he asks.
I nod.
“I like looking, too,” he says.
“I know.”
He lightly pets my sex. “I need in here.”
“I need that, too.”
His eyes search mine. “I want you so fucking bad, I’m not sure I can promise to go slow, Kira.”
My pulse jumps in my throat as my breath hitches. “Who says I want it slow?”
He grunts out a laugh, rips into the condom, and before I can touch him, feel his weight and girth in my hand, he sheathes himself and falls over me. The tension in his face, the tightening in his jaw are telltale signs that there’s a new kind of desperation urging him on. Do I really affect him like this?
His mouth finds mine, and I wrap my legs around him as his crown presses against my opening. A bubble of need wells up inside me, and I practically vibrate.
“Please, Nate,” I moan into his mouth. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and powers his hips forward, filling me in one hard thrust. As he seats himself high, my lips part, but no sound comes as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before.
“You’re so hot and tight,” he murmurs into the hollow of my throat. The heat of his breath sizzles through me, and I move my body, eager for him to fuck me.
“So good,” I cry out as he tugs my hair to expose my entire neck. He kisses my flesh, and his hips move, slow, easy thrusts that have my eyes rolling back in my head. His girth pushes against my tight walls, strokes the cluster of nerves that are once again alive with pleasure. “Nate,” I whisper, and his name on my lips seems to do something to him.
His thrusts become faster—hard, blunt strokes that drench me in desire. I glance between our bodies, unsure and uncaring where his starts and mine ends. I just don’t want this to be over. Ever. His pelvis bangs mine, rubs my cleft, and before I know it, pleasure races through me and I’m coming again. I gasp and tremble against the pressure, my toes curling in ecstasy.