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After I got off on that amazing cock of his.
I didn’t know how many stories I’d heard from women whose first times had been little more than unpleasant experiences, women who’d never had a man bring them to orgasm at all, let alone with his dick. Not only was he well-endowed, he knew how to use all of the tools at his disposal, including the massive thing between his legs.
“Someone’s eager,” he said, biting his way across my jaw and down my throat. “Normally, I’d make you wait, just to teach you a lesson, but I’m not feeling particularly patient either at the moment.”
I grabbed the front of his pants, quickly working the button and zipper open. He cursed when I grasped him over the soft cotton boxer-briefs he wore and gave him a squeeze.
“Condom?” I asked again.
His eyes flicked up to meet mine. “You’ll need to get up.”
I frowned but climbed off his lap. It was necessary, anyway, thanks to the pants I wore. Some women might’ve been coordinated enough to maneuver out of a pair of leggings while still sitting on someone’s lap, but I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t a klutz, but I wasn’t exactly graceful either.
While he dug into his wallet for a condom, I pulled off my pants, and then I was back straddling his legs, watching as he rolled the latex over that thick shaft. He put his hands on my hips, his gaze traveling up my body until he reached my eyes. Neither of us looked away as I pulled the crotch of my panties aside and lowered myself onto his cock.
Inch by inch, I slid down, my breath hitching as he stretched me. His hands stayed where they were, slipping under my shirt along my ribs and making me shiver. I hadn’t bothered to put on a bra since I’d expected to be alone, and now I was glad since it meant there was nothing between his hands and my breasts.
He cupped both of them, brushing his thumbs back and forth over my nipples. Within seconds, they were both stiff and aching. I arched my back, the movement dropping me the last inch. Soft cotton brushed against the insides of my thighs, another sensation added to the fullness inside me, the friction on my nipples, the almost tangible caress of his gaze.
“You feel so fucking good,” he groaned.
“So do you,” I breathed.
I moved my hips, shifting back and forth tentatively, adjusting to the position and enjoying the sounds Nate made. His fingers pinched my nipples, his hands flexing.
“Ride me.” He leaned forward, his mouth mere millimeters from mine. “Make us both come.”
I closed the distance, running the tip of my tongue along his bottom lip before slipping inside his mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck and rolled my hips. We both shuddered, our bodies moving together without thought. We knew this dance, no matter what the position, as if our bodies had been designed to fit together like two parts of a puzzle.
“I’m close, le soleil.”
I nodded, so overwhelmed with the sheer volume of sensations that I couldn’t form words. My eyes were clenched shut, my nipples chafing against my shirt as Nate squeezed my ass. I felt every drop of sweat that rolled down my spine, every pass of Nate’s tongue and teeth on my neck, little pricks of pain that sent shivers of electricity across my nerves.
Nate’s muscles tensed as he fought to maintain control, but we were both wound too tight. His growl was muffled against my neck as he came, and the sound was enough to set me off. We clung to each other as we soared, those moments of pure pleasure tying us together more securely than any restraints ever could have.
It frightened me, how much I wanted this man, how much I needed him. Frightened because I didn’t know if he’d break my heart. Frightened because I feared he would.
And frightened because I thought he might not.
Twenty-Three
Nate
I could get used to this. Knowing I had Ashlee with me, even if she was technically down the hall, made my day brighter. What had happened two days ago had changed things for the better. I’d gotten angry and said some stupid things, but it hadn’t ended us.
I’d come to my senses and apologized.
She’d accepted.
I was trying to be better. I didn’t know exactly how I was going to do that or how well I’d do it, but it was more an effort than I’d ever put out for a woman. I’d shied away from anything that meant more work, but she was more than worth it.
My phone rang, and I answered without looking at the screen, mentally cursing the moment I saw the caller ID.
“Hi, Mom.”
“Nate.” She sounded surprised that I’d answered, and I experienced a flash of guilt.
“Is something wrong?” I hoped I sounded as if I’d intentionally answered the call. I loved my mother but talking to her was…difficult. It was easier just to ignore the calls.