Page 51 of Fireworks

“Are you sure you want this with me?”

Taking a deep breath in, I spoke with the most certainty I had ever felt in my life.

“I want it to be you. I’m ok, I promise.”

As he teased me with his tongue, my legs fell to the side, causing a new sensation. My breathing became quick as his fingers slowly joined his tongue, slowly pushing their way in and out. My hips arching up into him as my hand grabbed onto his bare shoulder.

The feeling of my climax building made me moan out. I wasn’t sure how much more I could take. His hand grabbed my ass, pushing me up and giving him a better angle as my legs tightened around him.

“I’m going to…oh Nate… I’m…”

My fingers dug into his shoulder as I lost all control I thought I had over my body. Everything inside me tingled, and my head spun. Trying to steady my breathing, Nate finally kissed my inner thigh before moving to my stomach, working his way back up to my neck. My head fell to the side, as I could feel his shaft pressing against my thigh again. The urge to reciprocate the feeling he just gave me was all I was thirsty for right now.

There was hesitation in his face as he brushed a strand of hair off my face. Reaching between us, his body jolted up at the unexpected touch of my hand. Stroking his shaft a few times, I pulled it toward me, guiding it exactly where I wanted it to go. Taking a deep breath in, he cautiously pushed into me, checking to make sure I was okay with each gentle thrust. Inch by inch, he slowly glided in and out until I could feel him taking over my body, a feeling that I never knew would feel like this.

Watching his face, my breath hitched. I had never seen him looking so satisfied before in my entire life. There was a slight discomfort, but as he moved and we fell into a rhythm together, his kisses caused butterflies in my stomach. A tear rolled down my cheek as I realized just how much I had wanted him all these years. How jealous I had been of any girl he looked at or touched that wasn’t me. Seeing him in the bar that night was like a knife to my gut, knowing I wouldn’t ever know what it was like to be his. Even if it was just for one night. As his eyes met mine, a look of terror flooded his face.

“I’m hurting you?”

His hips pulled back as I quickly wrapped my arms around him, yanking him back toward me, not allowing him to take this moment away from me. Shaking my head no, I wasn’t sure how steady my voice would be right now.

“It feels so good, Nate. Don’t stop.”

His mouth crashed into mine as he lingered, his hips pulling him in and out of me, each time feeling more comfortable with what it was doing to me. My fingers dug into his shoulder blades as the sensation built again. I could feel myself tightening around his cock, making it hard for him to move.

“Damn, you’re so fucking tight right now, darlin’.”

His words come out more like a moan than anything.

“Oh, fuck I’m going to...”

He pushed harder, his thrusts being matched with his low grunts, before slowing his movements. His body collapsed next time mine on the bed. Wiping his brow of the sweat that had collected. I wasn’t sure what to do next. So, I did the only thing that felt right. I rolled into the warmth of his chest, resting my hand on his abs. Leaning down, he kissed the top of my head.

We laid on the bed, not talking for almost ten minutes. Although it felt more like a few hours. His hand stroked my hair and shoulder as I was motionless, taking in what had just happened. Finally, his voice broke the silence in the room.

“You okay?”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I was okay, but I couldn’t tell him that.

“Do you want me to get you a towel to clean up?”

The thought of clean up hadn't crossed my mind. I shook no as he shifted under me, he cleared his throat before speaking again. Fear surged through me of what he’s going to say now.

“Can I ask you something, Katie?”

Tilting my head back, my eyes met his for the first time since he rolled off me.

“Yes.” “Why?”

I knew what he was asking, but I also knew I had been wrong in the past assuming I knew anything with Nathan King.

“What do you mean?”

He grunted, shifting under me again to get a better angle to see my entire face.

“Why did you finally, you know, especially with me?”

I inhaled deeply, debating if I really wanted to confess the answer I knew was true but also left me completely raw in front of him.