Page 70 of The Colour of Revenge

“How many orgasms did I promise you?” he purrs, turning me around to face him.

“I believe I was told I would get five in return for my attendance this evening.” I add mock seriousness into my tone.

“And how many have I delivered so far?”

My eyes widen.He can’t seriously be thinking about more?

“Four,” I whisper, pussy already clenching in anticipation.

Nate lifts me up, securing his arms around me and striding towards the stairs. I can feel his cock already hardening again against me.

Once we make it to my room, he gently lays me on the bed, climbing over me and pressing his body against mine.

“I owe you one more.”

This time, it’s not fast and hard, it’s slow and passionate. He takes his time exploring my body, learning every inch, what makes me tick.

When my orgasm finally comes it feels like coming home, it’s not a quick rush of pleasure, it’s wave after slow wave of electricity dancing over every nerve in my body.

Afterwards, Nate helps me into the shower, my body boneless and spent. He cleans me, taking the time to wash every part of my body, massaging my scalp as he rinses my hair. Then he bundles me in a thick towel, drying me carefully, before carrying me back to bed and gathering me into his arms.

Nate

Sunlight spills through the curtains, painting golden streaks across the sheets. Carina is wrapped around me, her head tucked into the crook of my neck, her leg draped lazily over my hips. A contented little snore escapes her every few minutes.

I take my time admiring her.

Pink hair fanned out over the pillow. The ghost of a smile lingering on her lips.

She let me have every part of her last night, and fuck, if I don't want her again.

Every inch of her is perfect; and I would know, I’ve studied every curve, every crevice, every freckle on her skin.

Her eyes flutter open, sleep-hazy and warm. "Morning," she mumbles, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.

"How do you feel?"

"Like I've been thoroughly ruined," she muses, stretching with a wince.

I smirk. "Sore?"

She places a hand on my chest, stopping me just as I shift to roll her beneath me. "No. But…” Her expression turns serious. "There's something I want to try."

I still. "Okay…" Please don’t tell me she wants to stick something up my butt. I’ll do it. But it wouldn’t be my idea of fun.

"I've never… given head willingly before." She pauses, her fingers twisting into the sheet. "I want to."

The breath leaves my lungs. Her words are heavier than she realises, but I don't push. Instead, I brush my knuckles over her cheek, tilting her chin. "You don't have to prove anything to me."

"I know. I just… I want to."

A slow smile tugs at my lips. "Then, by all means, Princess. Wreck me.”

Her eyes light up. Rather than answering me she starts kissing her way down my chest, gaze still locked on mine seductively.

My heart stutters in my chest realising how much trust she’s putting in me. It’s not lost on me her meaning behind her words; when she says she’s never done this willingly. But I banish those thoughts from my mind for now, filing them away for later, as I focus on what she’s doing to me.

She reaches my hard cock and palms it, wrapping her hand around it before swiping her tongue over the tip, lapping at the pre-cum already dripping from it.