pulse jumps in my throat as my breath hitches. “Who says I want it slow?”
He grunts out a laugh, rips into the condom, and before I can touch him, feel his weight and girth in my hand, he sheathes himself and falls over me. The tension in his face, the tightening in his jaw are telltale signs that there’s a new kind of desperation urging him on. Do I really affect him like this?
His mouth finds mine, and I wrap my legs around him as his crown presses against my opening. A bubble of need wells up inside me, and I practically vibrate.
“Please, Nate,” I moan into his mouth. He buries his face in the crook of my neck and powers his hips forward, filling me in one hard thrust. As he seats himself high, my lips part, but no sound comes as he fills me in a way I’ve never been filled before.
“You’re so hot and tight,” he murmurs into the hollow of my throat. The heat of his breath sizzles through me, and I move my body, eager for him to fuck me.
“So good,” I cry out as he tugs my hair to expose my entire neck. He kisses my flesh, and his hips move, slow, easy thrusts that have my eyes rolling back in my head. His girth pushes against my tight walls, strokes the cluster of nerves that are once again alive with pleasure. “Nate,” I whisper, and his name on my lips seems to do something to him.
His thrusts become faster—hard, blunt strokes that drench me in desire. I glance between our bodies, unsure and uncaring where his starts and mine ends. I just don’t want this to be over. Ever. His pelvis bangs mine, rubs my cleft, and before I know it, pleasure races through me and I’m coming again. I gasp and tremble against the pressure, my toes curling in ecstasy.
“Fuck, yes,” he murmurs, and I reach around him, run my nails over his back with each glorious pulse that squeezes around his cock. “You’ve got me right there,” he groans. His mouth finds mine, and he pulls out, slams back in again.
I lose myself in the depths of pleasure as he moves inside me, pulling almost all the way out, only to slide back in again. I rock against him, meet each delicious thrust—thrusts that are for him now as he chases his own release, and I want nothing more than to make this as good for him as he did for me.
He thickens inside me, and his nostrils flare as he throws his head back and comes on a loud groan. His face twists, and I’m fascinated by the look. I touch his cheek and concentrate on the spasms as he depletes himself.
“I feel you,” I murmur.
“Jesus, Kira,” he mumbles and falls over me, pinning me with his weight. I touch him lightly as moisture seals our bodies. He rolls off me, and his eyes search mine. His slides a hand between my legs, pets me lightly.
“Are you okay?” he asks. “I kind of lost it there.”
My body shudders as his concern taps at my heart.
Easy, Kira, this is just about sex.
“I’m better than okay,” I say, a little—lot—overwhelmed. Nate seems a little shaken up himself. Then again, I have no idea what he looks like after sex, so this could be his normal.
“Same.” He pulls my boneless body to his, and I rest my face on his chest, breathe in his scent.
“You were wrong,” he whispers.
“Wrong?”
“You are good at this.”
I chuckle, riding high on my post-orgasm bliss, the easy intimacy between us making me warm and sleepy. My God, I’ve never experienced such contentment. I smile and snuggle against him, a strange need to get closer pulling at me.
“And you were right,” I murmur as I take pleasure in his strong heartbeat beneath my cheek.
“Normally I am.” I smack him, and he laughs and asks, “Okay, what am I right about?”
“Since you’re such a smart-ass, now I don’t know if I want to tell you.”