Page 41 of Somewhere Only We Know (Healing in Cincy #4)

Nate’s eyes darken with desire and the look is like a signal to my pussy. “Okay, wife. Take off my briefs.”

My hands hook into the waistband of his briefs and when I can no longer reach, I use my feet to shove them the rest of the way down his body.

I encircle my hand around his thick length and pump him a few times.

Nate drops his head to the crook of my neck groaning, thrusting into my hand as I continue to work him up.

His lips latch onto my neck, sucking and licking as I swirl my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum and using that to ease my hand pumping him.

My body is suddenly left cold as Nate abruptly sits up, taking his warmth and the sheets with him.

While I may have dressed for comfort in simple black cotton underwear and matching bralette, Nate makes me feel like I’m wearing the most expensive set I own as his gaze devours me.

His hands fall to my waist and trail down to the waistband of my underwear.

I notice his hands shaking the same way my heart is threatening to burst out of my chest, but I don’t tease him for it.

It’s clear we’re both nervous. This is our first time together.

The big step in consummating our marriage.

I drop my hands on his and his eyes meet mine.

In the moment, my breath is stolen and he gives me a smile.

One that’s only reserved for me. A smile that makes my heart want to run laps from the pure glee it feels.

My underwear slides down my hips and thighs, baring me to him.

I lift my legs as Nate slides them down my ankles and past my feet, throwing the fabric behind him.

I choke on a gasp as one of his hands keeps my legs in the air and the other traces the seam of my pussy.

“So wet for me baby.” I moan as he slides a finger inside of me. “You feel better than I remember.” Nate drops my legs and sucks his fingers that are coated in my juices into his mouth and then he swears, looking up at the ceiling.

“What’s wrong?” I manage to ask.

“I don’t have a condom. Jax, I didn’t expect for this to happen.”

“It’s okay.” I tell him .

“No it’s not. I’m a planner, you know this.”

“Nate, baby. I promise it’s okay.” I pull him by the gold chain necklace he’s been wearing since college. “And I’ll tell you why.”

I hear Nate’s swallow as the tip of his cock brushes against my clit. “Why is that?”

“I have a birth control implant that’s good for another three years.”

Nate is silent for a few seconds and I’m wondering if I broke him. “Are you saying…”

“That I’m protected? Yes. I got tested after my ex and I broke up, so I’m clean.”

“Same.”

Nate kisses me and tugs my head back, deepening the kiss.

My legs hook over his hips, doing my best to get closer and rubbing myself on his cock.

He breaks the kiss and sits back on his heels.

My legs are spread wide in invitation and he fists his dick, rubbing the blunt head through my slit and tapping on my clit making me flinch.

Nate teases me over and over by pushing himself inside of me so only the head of his cock is covered before pulling out and repeating the motion.

“Nate,” I whine. “I need you inside of me.”

“Not yet.” He tells me and slides down my body.

Nate places kisses on every bare inch of skin.

Paying attention to the spots that make me squirm and gasp.

He slides down the bed until my pussy is in his face and I suddenly feel extremely self-conscience.

I haven’t felt this exposed in a while. I haven’t had a man down here in a while either.

Foreplay wasn’t my ex's favorite thing to do.

A couple swipes of his finger through my slit and he determined I was good to go .

“Hey,” Nate says, having caught on that my mind strayed. “Stay with me.”

I nod my head, my hair bunching at the top of my head with the movement and I decide to lean up on my elbows. “I’m here.”

“Eyes on me the whole time. Can you do that, Bee?” Nate asks as he kisses my inner thighs.

His pupils have blown wide as I murmur a yes and he spreads my legs further.

The first lick of his tongue through my opening takes my breath away.

And when he mimics kissing me on my opening, I feel like I’m floating outside of my body when my head drops back.

Nate releases me with a pop and my building orgasm retreats. “Eyes.”

I pick my head up and watch as he kisses up and flicks a stiff tongue against my clit. A strangled moan falls from my mouth as he inserts two fingers inside of me. I try to close my legs because the pleasure is too much, but he locks an arm over my leg.

“Nate,” I breathlessly say his name as I feel the tingling in my toes from the beginning of an orgasm. “I need, fuck–”

“I know what you need, baby. Give me one.” He says and continues licking and sucking at my pussy.

Adding another finger until I’m deliciously full of him.

“Your pussy is squeezing the fuck out of my fingers.” Nate says as his thumb flicks at my clit.

He’s found out all I need is a little attention on my clit and I shoot off like a rocket. “Let go, Bee. I’ll catch you.”

With the stiff flicks of his tongue over my clit, my orgasm slams into me.

I moan Nate’s name as he works me through.

My body is a boneless mess and thoroughly sated as I pull him up my body.

Some of my release is on his chin and I lick it up, not missing the animalistic growl that comes from Nate .

“Now can you make love to your wife?”

“Gladly.” He says and enters me on one thrust and I cry out as he fills me for the first time.

Nate stays still as I adjust to his size.

The intrusion is a welcome burn and he kisses my shoulders, and my neck, rubbing my leg that’s hiked up around his waist as I wait for my body to relax and let him all the way in.

“Fuck, you feel like heaven. Are you okay?”

“Yes,” I whimper.

He kisses me all over my face, taking my mind off the intrusion. His hips pump shallowly inside of me, loosening me up to take him. “Relax for me baby. You can do it. Let me in.”

I take deep breaths and focus on that. I focus on willing my muscles to let him all the way in and Nate slides even deeper when I focus on us.

“That’s it baby,” he coos and waits until my body fully accepts his. “I always knew we’d fit perfectly.”

“Nate, I need you to move.” I make my point by wiggling my hips and the moan he lets out against my neck sends shockwaves down my body.

Nate pulls back and pushes my bralette up by the band. He doesn’t take it off, but instead he twists it and leaves it bound around my wrists. “Hold onto that, Bee. And don’t let go.”

My head falls back as Nate begins thrusting in and out of me.

He hikes my leg over his shoulder and a whimper falls from my lips.

God, he feels so good. Why was he denying me this?

We’re a perfect fit. Nates lips fall to mine as his hips tunnel in and out of me.

Each swipe of his tongue against mine has my toes curling.

Each thrust pulls a gasp from my mouth. Each caress of his hands along my body causes me to fall more in love with my husband.

Our positions flip suddenly and I ride Nate as best as I can with my hands still bound.

Each roll of my hips in the new position has my clit brushing against his pelvic bone.

My arms bracket his head, making it easy to fuse our lips together as we fly higher and higher to the sun.

Nate’s thrusts meet mine and I feel my orgasm building up.

Our movements get more wild. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoes throughout the room.

Our moaning and sighs of ecstasy become our new soundtrack.

A layer of sweat covers our bodies the longer we stay entwined with each other.

My breath stalls as my second orgasm slams into me.

Nate holds my hips steady as he thrusts into me, chasing his own orgasm.

The sound of our release mixing together and my muscles squeezing every drop from him has me gasping into the kiss.

My tongue dances with his as I feel him swell and come inside of me.

He laxes on his grip on my hips but still moves them to milk him dry.

Nate holds me to him and reaches up to untie my bra from around my arms. And when I’m free from the restraint, I kiss him one last time and roll off of him, falling to the side.

“Holy shit,” I pant out.

“You–fuck,” Nate fails to say and I giggle at that and then sober at the serious look on his face. “I may not have been your first,” he says and my heart aches because it was supposed to be him, “but I promise to be your last.”

I turn my head to look at him. “You better.”

“And we’re doing that again every chance we can get.”

“Deal.” I tell him and get up to go to the bathroom to clean up. Nate joins me after he takes care of business and when my head hits the pillow, exhaustion finally decides to take over.

I hear Nate’s muffled voice through the bathroom.

We’re seeing his Mom and sister tomorrow, but tonight is date night.

Our first real date night as a married couple and just the thought of this one of many, sends a thrill through my body.

The hotel has a few restaurants attached to it and if staying here calms Nate down, I’m not going to argue.

I just want the best for him and if this is it, I’m not going to try to change his mind.

I ended up rewashing my hair after this morning's activities, so my hair sits in tamed curls framing my face. I kept my makeup light with a couple swipes of mascara, eyebrow gel, and a dark mauve liquid lipstick. My neck is adorned with gold necklaces tastefully layered and I paired it with some diamond studs. With a spritz of my Jo Malone perfume, I step out of the bathroom and look over my outfit in the floor to ceiling mirror that’s right in front of the closet.

The place we’re going is somewhat fancy judging by the pictures I saw when I snooped their social media accounts.

I survey my outfit in the mirror. Smoothing my hands down the ribbed material of the mini sweater dress I’m wearing, I turn in the mirror and look at the back.

The black pantyhose I have under compliment the cream color of the dress.

I pull out the thigh high black leather boots I stored in the closet and head to the bed to put them on.

My cheeks heat when I see Nate watching my every move.

“You look beautiful, Bee.”

“Thank you.”

Nate takes my boots from my hands and kneels on the floor to put them on my feet. His brow is furrowed in concentration, likely hoping to not accidentally pinch my skin when he zips them up.

“I like you in this position,” I tease .

He smiles as he stands back up to his full height, keeping his hand on my waist. “I was just thinking the same.”

I feel him growing against my hip and I back away because I’m starving. “Nope. I’m starving and you do not want a hangry wife on your hands.” I turn away and grab my black small purse from the dresser that’s housing some of our smaller items.

“Well, what my wife wants, my wife gets.” Nate says and wraps his body around mine and together we walk out the door and to our date.