Page 8 of Falling Too Soon (Seasons of Love #1)

DAPHNE

I saw, in my periphery, that Nathan had moved closer, and boy, did I want him even closer still.

We had been watching a movie, but I wasn’t paying it any attention.

I was so focused on steadying my breathing and trying to keep my cool, but it wasn’t working.

I was on fire. Even though Nathan put on a shirt, it did absolutely nothing to dull how attractive he was.

If anything, it made him infinitely hotter.

The thin, worn T-shirt clung to him like a second skin.

I could see every muscle as if he had nothing on at all.

And then there were those damn sweatpants.

I tried not to look. I swear on my love of all things pumpkin spice that I tried to keep my eyes to myself.

But listen, this man was blessed in the package department, and it was impossible not to notice.

He wasn’t even hard, but the outline of his softish cock had me drooling.

Nathan was so close he could almost reach out and touch me.

I made a show of “adjusting my position” to inch my way toward him, to close the distance until his hand brushed my thigh.

That was all it took for my restraint to go right out the door, where I should have gone as soon as I realized I wasn’t alone in this house.

Yet here I was, letting myself give in to my desire for him.

It had been years since I had a one-night stand, and dammit, I deserved this.

My eyes snapped to his, and we stared at each other hungrily. It was like earlier, right before that first kiss. Everything felt as if it moved in slow motion, yet he was on me in an instant.

He grabbed my face between his powerful hands placed his forehead to mine while breathing me in. “Tell me to stop, Daphne.” His crumbling restraint was evident in his voice.

“Don’t you dare,” I breathed as we fell into each other.

His hands were everywhere. His tongue attacked my mouth completely unrestrained.

I pulled his shirt up and over his head and took my time running my hands over the smooth skin of his chest. Sliding my hands down, I ran a finger over each dip of his abs.

Jesus, did he live in the gym?

His hands felt so good on me. Everywhere he touched sent electric shocks throughout my body. My body hummed, but I wanted more.

His hands moved under my top, sliding up further until his fingers brushed under the bottom edge of my bra.

I arched into him while he reached around to unfasten it.

With my next breath, he was lifting my top over my head and tossing it and my bra to the ground.

Bare before him from the waist up, he took a moment to look at me.

“Daphne, you are a fucking goddess,” he said breathlessly as he moved back into my space, pushing me against the couch.

He moved his body over mine and captured my mouth with his again.

With one arm bracing himself by my head and one hand on my rib cage, he pressed into me.

I could feel how hard he was now, grinding into me, driving me crazy with need.

He broke our kiss to move his lips to my neck.

The hand on my ribs moved over my breast, and his thumb grazed my nipple.

I was a writhing, whimpering mess. He continued his trek down my body and stopped to suck a stiff nipple into his mouth while rolling the other between his fingers.

I let out a yelp and drove my hips up into him.

I wanted more, and I would take everything he wanted to give me.

“More. Nathan, I need more,” I mewled, as he continued to toy with me.

“I love it when you say my name. Tell me what you need,” he whispered against my chest.

“I need you to touch me.”

“Daphne, I’m going to need you to be more specific.

What do you need?” Okay, now he was just fucking with me.

He knew what I wanted, but he was making me say it.

I had never been very vocal in the bedroom before.

Even though I was exposed intimately, I felt so self-conscious talking during sex.

But fuck it, I’d probably never see this guy again, so why not act the part of a confident sex goddess for once?

“Nathan, I want you to touch my pussy.” I could feel him smile against me.

Fuck yes! That small thing made me feel so powerful.

His hands moved further down, and he pulled down my leggings and thong in one motion.

He backed up to pull off my booties and get my bottoms the rest of the way off.

I was completely bare to him, and the look on his face was something I wanted to remember for the rest of my life.

I truly felt like the goddess I was pretending to be at that moment.

His eyes continued to rake over my body, admiring me like I was a piece of art, while he rubbed his hands over my thighs.

My legs fell open slightly, drawing his gaze to my now aching center.

“Look at you, so wet for me already,” he said as he licked his lips and reached to swipe his thick fingers through my folds.

When he brought his fingers to his mouth, I stopped breathing.

My eyes were wide as he put his fingers coated in my arousal into his mouth and sucked. Holy shit.

“Fucking delicious.” Without taking a breath, his head was between my thighs, placing too gentle kisses on my inner thigh, to the left of my pussy, on my—thankfully recently waxed—mound just above where I wanted him.

I was convulsing, moving my hips erratically, trying to get him where I needed him when he swiped his thumb through my dripping center and then started to circle my clit with it.

He was still peppering kisses on my thighs and had his other hand reaching up to play with my tits.

When he increased his pressure and speed on my clit, I came undone.

My orgasm came fast and hard. I don’t think I’d ever had an orgasm that fast in my entire life.

He continued to rub my sensitive bud as I came down, and while I was still reeling through the aftershocks, he swiped his thick, flat tongue through my wetness and over my clit.

“Oh my God,” I shouted as I grabbed his head. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Have to? In what universe would this be a chore? Eating your sweet pussy is a fucking privilege, and I would sooner die than stop before I’ve had my fill.”

The mouth on this man. He continued to eat me as if I was his last meal.

He sucked my clit into his mouth and tugged while pushing one of his thick fingers into me.

I gasped at the intrusion. I’d gone completely feral, moaning and panting like I was possessed.

My hands gripped his dark locks for dear life as I ground my pussy into him.

“That’s right, Baby, let go. I want you to come all over me.

Soak me.” Oh, fuck! He added a second finger.

The stretch was almost too much, but also not enough.

He pumped them in and out of me faster while licking and sucking on my already sensitive clit.

I screamed and called Nathan’s name like he could somehow save me from myself.

My next orgasm was something otherworldly, and there was a sensation I’d never felt before.

I felt a gush of something wet as I came so hard I saw stars.

I had no idea what was happening, but I was flying too high to care.

I could feel my clit pulsing and sending shockwaves throughout my body.

I was panting and trying to catch my breath as Nathan made one final swipe of his tongue through me and then trailed sweet, lazy kisses back up my body.

He only stopped to worship each of my breasts and lick my nipples before reaching my mouth, where he graced me with the most sensual kiss I think I’d ever experienced.

The taste of me on him made it that much more. I was lost in him. In that kiss.

“Baby, that was so hot. Who would have thought you were a squirter?” I blink up at him. A what? No fucking way. I was mortified and started to cover my face with my hands. “Don’t you dare be embarrassed. That was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced.”

“That’s never happened before. I…I didn’t even know I could do that,” I admitted as he slowly released my hands and started to get off the couch.

I felt the loss of his weight against me immediately.

When I looked up at him standing above me, I could see he was hard, the outline of his—probably too big for me—cock straining against the confines of those fucking gray sweatpants.

My mouth watered at the sight. There was no way that was gonna fit in me, but I was determined to try.

Suddenly, I was being thrown over his shoulder like a rag doll as he marched us to his room.

He tossed me down onto the bed, and as he slid his pants down and kicked them away, I think I actually drooled at the sight of him.

“See something you like, Daphne? Crawl over here and take it,” he growled, pulling me out of my cock-induced coma.

I was feeling bold, more so than I had been before, so I did as he asked.

I crawled to the edge of the bed, looking him in the eyes.

His eyes were hooded, and his gaze never left mine as I made my way to him.

When I reached the edge, I sat back on my heels and ran my hands up his legs, past his rock-hard and intimidating-as-hell cock, and over his tight abs. His breathing was ragged.