Page 51 of His To Unravel (His & Hers Duet #1)

My back hits the door, but I barely register the impact. All I can feel is him . He pins me against the door, his body a solid, unyielding force. He pins me with his hips, grinding against me while his lips trail down my neck. I can feel the hard line of his erection against my stomach.

I cling to him, fingers digging into the firm muscles of his back, his biceps, anywhere I can reach. A moan tears from my lips and he groans in response, hand fisting into my hair and tugging, forcing my head back to expose more of my neck.

He sucks on my hot skin as his hands slide down my body, giving my ass an appreciative squeeze before he hoists me up with ease, pinning me higher against the door. I wrap my legs around him without hesitation.

“I want you, Olivia.” Nathaniel rasps in between kisses, his hand running up one of my legs. “I want you so fucking bad, it hurts.” His fingers inch beneath my skirt.

I cradle his head between my hands, forcing his frantic gaze to meet mine. His expression is wrecked. “I’m yours Nathaniel. Only yours.” I press my lips to his forehead then pull back, watching the way his blue eyes glaze over, his breath coming fast and shallow.

“Have me,” I whisper against his lips. The same words I gave him once before, the night I finally admitted to myself that I was gone for him. I meant them then, and I mean them now. I want to belong to him as much as he wants to claim me.

His entire body trembles, as if the words struck him like a live wire. His grip tightens on me. “I need to feel you, baby.”

I barely manage a nod before his hand is sliding up my thigh, fingers pushing beneath the hem of my skirt, tracing molten lines against my skin. Slowly, he eases me back on my feet, but it still feels like I’m floating. Weightless in the haze of him.

Our kisses soften and slow, giving way to something deeper.

“Olivia,” my name leaves his lips like a prayer. “I’m going to touch you now, is that okay?”

My answer comes out in a shaky exhale. “You can do anything you want to me. ”

A growl rumbles low in his chest as he slips his hand beneath my panties. “Open up for me, baby.”

I immediately spread my legs, unable to think of little else but how much I want him to touch me, to soothe the pulsing ache between my thighs. I gasp when I feel the brush of his fingertips over my clit.

“Fuck,” he swears under his breath. His fingers trace over me, finding undeniable proof of how much I want him. “You’re so wet for me . ”

And I am—drenched, pulsing with need, strung tight from everything we’ve felt tonight. Desire coils low in my belly, sharp and insistent, aching for him.

His fingers are now exploring in earnest, slipping and sliding over my slick heat before coming back to play with my clit once more.

He slips two fingers inside me, curling them just right while his thumb continues its relentless rhythm over that most sensitive part of me.

I forget how to breathe.

He presses his forehead against mine. “Come for me, baby. Let me have it.” He pumps his fingers faster, making me see stars.

He doesn’t need to beg. Not when he touches me like this and looks at me like I’m the only thing he’s ever wanted. My pleasure is his for the taking, freely given, inevitable.

His fingers circle my clit mercilessly and a breathless cry flies from my lips as bliss surges through every inch of me.

He holds me close as I come, pressing kisses all along my jawline until he makes it up to my earlobe, nipping at it as he murmurs praise in my ear, all while finger-fucking me against his penthouse door.

“That’s my girl,” he whispers. “So beautiful when you come.” He rewards me with kisses to my lips, each one more tender than the last.

Once my tremors subside, he withdraws his fingers. With one hand remaining firmly on my hip to steady me, he brings those fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean one by one. A low groan rumbles from his chest, followed by a sharp, breathless curse.

My breath hitches as I watch him, the sight almost undoing me all over again.

Nathaniel is not satiated yet. I can see it in the way his hands clench at my waist, the way his breathing turns ragged.

“It’s not enough,” he murmurs, shaking his head. His eyes are blue flames, gaze burning into mine. “I need to taste you properly.”

Heat floods through me at the raw, unfiltered desire in his voice. The thought of his mouth on me sends a violent shudder down my spine. My knees feel weak, but I find my voice.

“Please.” The word is barely a whisper, but it holds everything—my want, my trust, my surrender. “Take what you need.”

It’s all he needs to hear.

In one fluid motion, he lifts me into his arms, handling me as if I weigh nothing at all.

I have never been a small girl. I have always been hyperaware of my size, have spent my life being reminded—subtly or not—that I’m not delicate, that I take up space. But with Nathaniel, it never feels like something to hide. He holds me like he wants more of me. Like he can’t bear to let go.

He carries me to the bedroom, his grip unrelenting. He sits on the edge of the bed, settling me between his spread knees, his hands still firm on my hips.

“Let me see you, baby.” His voice is quiet as he works the button of my wool skirt. It slides down my legs in a whisper of fabric, pooling at my feet.

My breathing becomes shallow as he reaches for the hem of my sweater, fingers grazing my skin as he pulls it up and over my head.

Underneath, I wear a simple black turtleneck, a layer I added to fight against the December cold, and he makes quick work of that too, sliding it up and off in a slow, deliberate motion.

The air is cool against my bare skin, but the way Nathaniel looks at me burns hotter than anything.

I’m left in nothing but a simple black cotton bra and panties, suddenly bare beneath his gaze. There’s nothing extravagant about it, just simple, comfortable fabric. And yet, with the way he gazes up at me, it’s as if I’m standing before him in the most decadent silk and lace.

“God, Olivia,” he breathes. His hands grip my hips, his thumbs brushing over the waistband of my panties. “You’re fucking divine. I can’t believe I get to call you mine.”

My throat tightens at the sincerity in his voice. It isn’t like he hasn’t seen me before. He has traced every inch of my skin with his hands, with his lips. But somehow, he still manages to seem awestruck every time he sees my body.

He tilts his head forward, resting his forehead against my stomach. For a long moment, he just holds me there.

Then, he presses his lips to the indent of my belly button—a lingering, tender kiss that sends me spiraling.

I have spent years hiding my stomach, sucking it in, shifting my posture to make myself appear smaller.

I flinched when past lovers tried to touch me there, too caught up in my own insecurities to fully let go.

But Nathaniel’s hands, his lips, the way he holds me—it makes all of that fade into nothing.

I don’t love my body. Not yet. Maybe not ever.

But with him, I hate it a little less.

He eases down my panties and then leans forward, kissing the top of my slit. His tongue breaches the lips of my pussy, teasing my clit with the lightest flicks. It’s enough to leave me whimpering, holding onto his shoulders so I don’t fall.

He lays back, gesturing for me to climb over him.

My pulse starts to trip when I realize he’s positioning me so I’m straddling his face .

“Grab the headboard,” he says, voice strained, breath hot against my core. “And sit on my face, baby.”

I hover, worried that I’ll be too heavy for him.

Sensing my reservations, he says, “Do it, please.”

And then, when I still don’t move fast enough, he grabs my hips and forces me down on his waiting tongue.

“Oh god!” I gasp as I clutch his headboard, needing to hold on as Nathaniel devours me.

His tongue is warm and wet against me, licking and sucking and prodding, swirling around my clit. He gathers my arousal on his fingertips and then he pushes them inside me, thrusting in a rhythm that makes my thighs shake.

I arch against him and my initial doubts evaporate as I begin to ride his face, allowing myself to get lost in how he’s making me feel. The headboard rattles above me as I writhe against him.

I can think of nothing but his tongue and fingers and the sweet, sweet release they are promising. I unclasp my bra and toss it aside, my hands rising to cup my heavy tits, rolling and tugging at the aching peaks.

Nathaniel looks up at me like he’s in rapture. I moan at the sight and he stops licking me for a moment to meet my gaze.

“ Fuck yes, ” he praises. “Keep playing with those gorgeous tits, baby. Do what feels good, I want you coming again on my tongue.”

Then, he’s back to eating me out and my pussy clenches, begging to be filled.

But this time, his finger ventures where no one has touched me before.

His tongue teases my clit, while his finger starts probing the entrance of my ass, slicking it with my arousal. My stomach drops at the intrusion, wetness flooding my pussy in response to the new sensations he’s eliciting.

Then, his finger presses inside, a foreign stretch and burn.

I cry out at the feeling of being filled in both holes, and Nathaniel groans in pleasure. My hips move on their own, rolling against his tongue as his fingers continue to thrust inside of me. My clit is swollen and needy, desperate for the final push over the edge.

And Nathaniel gives it to me.

His lips suction around my clit while his finger plunges deeper into my ass, the tight ring of muscle stretching to the point of pain. It all builds higher and higher until I’m climaxing so hard I’m trembling on top of him.

As I come down, he pulls back slowly, kissing my thighs, my hips, murmuring sweet, filthy praise against my skin.