more and more agonizing—
The sensation coalesced. An explosion of shocked delight. She unraveled, to her very core.
When she finally looked up, Nate had a look of discovery on his face.
“The guy in the drawing,” he said. “Was he your last lover?”
She was speechless. Unable to deny it, and she didn’t have the presence of mind to lie about it, either. Or better yet, to tell him it was none of his damn business.
“Nate,” she whispered. “Don’t ruin this for me.”
“That explains a lot,” he said.
“You can’t figure me out just by looking at me,” she said more forcefully. “Don’t you dare make pronouncements. You don’t know a damn thing about me.”
“So teach me. I’m all ears. Tell me where I’m wrong. Help me do it better.”
“You were doing it just fine, until you started to talk,” she said tartly.
“Ah,” he murmured. “Sorry.”
He stood up, pulling her up to her feet, and sat down himself on the futon couch, pulling her down onto his lap, facing him. “Straddle me.”
She did so. He slid his hand up her back, cupping the nape of her neck. They looked at each other for a long, silent moment, and he tugged her closer, back into that marvelous kiss. He was irresistible. She couldn’t get enough of that feeling.
Then he slid his hand up her inner thigh, stroking her pussy. Caressing it tenderly as he trailed hot, hungry kisses over her breasts.
It felt as if she was destined to open and melt for him, to yield to his coaxing kiss, to open to his questing hand. He teased open her slick folds, seeking out her sweet spots. Slow, thrusting, pulsing caresses that were just…exactly…right.
Again, that tension was rising. So soon, like something had been unleashed inside her and was making up for lost time. Oh. Yes.
She clenched around his thighs with a sharp cry, straining as the wrenching jolts of raw pleasure throbbed through her.
She was lost to time and space for a while, floating in that sweet, dreamy drifting space. It felt good. There was room inside her. Light and air. She hadn’t felt anything like it in…well, maybe ever. Even before her marriage blew up in her face, she’d felt so tense and contracted. Trying to meet his demands and requirements.
She’d been in a cage. For years. Right now, she was floating free, and for the first time, she felt it. That ineffable, soft, infinite freedom was a pleasure all its own.
It changed everything. It changed her.
When she drifted back, she found her hands were wound into his hair, her cheek resting on his shoulder. He didn’t seem to mind.
His hand was still between her legs, stroking her like he was petting a kitten. As her eyes opened, he slid his finger boldly inside her, and licked his finger.
“Tastes so good,” he murmured. “I want to go down on you again.”
“Later for that,” she said. “Do you have a condom?”
He reached down beneath her, fumbling in his pants pockets for a second, then pulled it out and waved it triumphantly. “At the ready.”
“I’m ready right now.” She climbed off him and reached for his belt, jerking the buckle loose.
Nate laughed and stood up, tugging his pants and underwear down. His erection was stiff and purple and impressive, jutting from the thatch of dark hair. Broad and blunt, his cockhead shiny with pre-come.
She clasped him and stroked, making him gasp. Mmmm, so hot, so hard. She wanted to play with him, but she needed this. Needed it right now.
She ripped the condom open and put the rolled latex in his hand. “Put that on.”
Once he was safely sheathed, Elisa straddled him again, swaying over him.
Nate pressed his face to her breasts, kissing them through the stretchy fabric of her shirt. “You sure you’re ready?”
“I can’t wait any longer,” she said. “I feel like something is going to be snatched away from me at any minute. Don’t tease me.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he told her.
But I am. She pushed the thought resolutely away. Stay in the damn moment.
Nate tugged the straps of her tank top down over her shoulders and pressed his face to her bared breasts with a groan of delight. His warm lips moved tenderly over her, teasing, kissing, suckling, making her nipples ache, they were so tight. His long tender pulls felt like he was drawing pure energy through her, a wild, rushing torrent of it. She could flood the world with it. Total abundance.
He nudged his cockhead between the slick folds of