enjoying the easy intimacy between us. We haven’t been together long, yet I fear any more time in his presence just might kill me. But I’m too weak to do anything about it as the openness between us, the warmth and safety in his touch, strips my heart bare, and sends sparks of possession surging through me.
He’s not yours, Kira.
No, he’s not. I just want him to be.
With me on my knees, straddling his body, he holds my hips and slowly brings me down onto his very erect cock. He fills me, stretches me to my limit, body, heart, and soul.
“Yes,” I cry out without shame, loving the way we come together. So damn perfect. No insecurities, no memories of the past haunting us. Just unfettered sex that shakes me to my core. Holding my hips for leverage, he takes control and moves me, powering into me as my hands go to my breasts.
“Oh, yeah, like that,” he murmurs, sounding like he’s in total agony. “You are so perfect.”
I blossom under his touch and tweak my nipples, but soon I lose focus to the pleasure between my legs. I ride Nate, wild and unabandoned, my heart free and soaring. How is it that sex with him gets better every time?
“Nate,” I cry out, my orgasm pulling at me. I hold him a little closer, a little tighter. I don’t want to let go. Ever. “I’m there.”
“Come all over my cock,” he says, his voice a pleading whisper, like he needs this more than life itself, and I let go.
“Jesus,” he growls, and pistons into me, as I ride out each delicious wave. My body squeezes his erection, and his grip on my hips—as well as my heart—tightens. I go still, and his mouth opens, but no sound comes as he releases. I savor every pulse as his climax grips him, and when he lets loose a loud moan, I collapse on top of his damp body.
I take deep, gulping breaths. Contentment and something that I’m afraid to name spreads through me, and I press my cheek to his heart. He moves me off his body and disposes of the condom then comes back with a tissue and wipes between my legs. My stupid heart skips a beat at the thoughtful gesture.
Silence falls over us as he lays beside me and pulls me onto his chest. A deep-seated satisfaction settles over me as I bask in my post-orgasm delight. We both remain lost in our thoughts, and after a long time, I break the quiet.
“Nate?”
“Hmm,” he says, his voice soft, groggy.
I count the beats of his heart beneath my cheek, which has slowed significantly. “Was your first time with someone special?”
Warm fingers trail over my hair, and he runs a few strands through his fingers. “Not really, why?”
“You said something about that the first time we had sex.”
“Yeah, I remember. I didn’t want to be your first guy, Kira. I…you deserve to give something as precious as your virginity to someone way more special than me.”
I bite my tongue, stop myself from telling him he is special. I don’t want him to get the wrong idea, or think I want more.
“Has there ever been anyone special in your life?” I ask.
“Not really. The girls I know… I don’t know. They’re not really interested in me. They like what they see and what’s in my pocket, but they’re pretty superficial, and nothing more can grow from that.” I’m about to ask him what kind of girls he’s been with when he turns the conversation to me. “You?”
“No.”
His hand leaves my hair, trails down my bare arm, and goose bumps form in the wake. “That surprises me.”
“The men from my world… Well, they’re different.”
“Different how?”
“Most see me as a lab coat, not a woman,” I admit honestly. “You know, when I first arrived here, I actually said to myself that I wish a man would want me for my body and not my brains.”
“I want your body, and your brain is a refreshing change.”