breath, and my pulse skyrockets. He tosses the pajamas aside, grips my thighs to widen them, and takes a long look at my nakedness.
His eyes leave my body, go to mine, and I swallow. Hard. I’ve had intercourse before, it’s true, but now I get the sense that I haven’t really had sex. Hot, dirty, orgasmic, inspiring sex that this man is sure to give me and I might never to come back from. On edge with excitement and nervousness, I take in the rock-solid man before me, the intensity burning in his eyes as they admire me. I let that intensity fuel my body with need.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful,” he murmurs.
I’m about to tell him he is, too, but he sinks to his knees, hooks my legs over his shoulders, and leans into me, burying his face between my trembling thighs. The words dissolve in my mouth as that first sweet touch of his tongue to my sex has my hips coming off the bed. I suck in another fast breath, my head light, slightly dizzy as I curl my fingers in the bedsheets to hang on.
“Nate,” I murmur, my head going from side to side as he swirls his tongue over my center. My dormant sex thrives and quivers, not at all use to this kind of attention. His low deep moan of want vibrates through me, and I shut my eyes against the intense pleasure. Never in my life has anything felt this good. A burn sizzles through me when he slides one thick finger inside, lightly stroking the bundle of nerves the frat boy could never find.
“Yes,” I cry out, and move my hips in a shameless plea for more…for everything. What is this man doing to me? I don’t know, but I hope he keeps on doing it. Giddy, I chuckle inwardly at that thought.
He works his deft finger inside me, his mouth performing miracles on my sensitive cleft, and the dual pleasure takes me to the highest mountain, leaves me teetering on the edge. I give a desperate, needy moan, my chest falling and rising with each labored breath. He changes tactics, tries different techniques as he learns my wants and needs through my sounds and movements. I’m inexperienced, but I’m pretty sure few men are this attentive, this interested in rocking their partner’s world.
I resist the urge to scream hallelujah.
He slides another finger in for a snug fit, and my body heats up. Small clenches begin at my core. He groans as my sex squeezes his finger, and the pressure on my clit changes, as my orgasm mounts. His tongue presses harder, laps faster, and it’s everything I need to send me free falling. My body gives in, completely lets go, melts beneath his perfect touch.
“Nate,” I cry out, and grab a fistful of his hair. “I’m…” Pleasure centers between my legs, each pulse harder, stronger than the previous as I come and come and come some more. Breath leaves my lungs in a whoosh, and the room closes in on me. Nate stays between my legs, his tongue drawing out my release until I finally stop spasming and exhale a soft, satisfied moan. His fingers bite into my thighs as he stands, his beautiful cock dripping with desire. My pulse pounds a little faster. I love the ravenous way he looks at me. Maybe a little too much. Using the back of his hand, he wipes the moisture from his mouth, and his vision narrows in on me. God, when he looks at me like that…
“Middle of the bed. Now,” he orders, every muscle in his body taut, ready to snap.
Limbs weak and warmth spreading through me, I shimmy to the middle of the bed, and he grabs something from his nightstand before climbing between my legs. He strokes his cock again, and I stare, mesmerized as my body heats up all over again.
“You like looking?” he asks.
I nod.
“I like looking, too,” he says.
“I know.”
He lightly pets my sex. “I need in here.”
“I need that, too.”
His eyes search mine. “I want you so fucking bad, I’m not sure I can promise to go slow, Kira.”