The small hook that held the top of the skirt together came apart easily enough, but the damn tiny zipper wouldn’t move. I was growing more impatient with every passing second as I yanked the tab over and over again.
I was so sexually frustrated that I was about to throw a temper tantrum and give up.
“Let me try.” Nate gently took the tab from my fingers. With a slow, gentle movement, the zipper gave way with ease. “Sometimes, going slow can make all the difference.” The skirt fluttered down to the floor like a parachute.
“How wet are you, Alexandra?”
Fucking soaked.
I loved the way he said my name. It shot sparks straight to my core.
“Why don’t you find out?” I teased as I pressed my body up to his, my lips pressing a kiss to the top of his chest. I tightened my hold on his biceps as his fingers slipped through my folds.
“You’re drenched, sweet girl.” He slid back and forth again, the tip of one finger circling around my clit. “What has you so worked up?”
“You, Nate. I’ve been craving you for a year.”
Using his free hand, his fingers shot into my hair and cradled the back of my head. He tugged at the strands to tilt my face up toward his. “No one else has had this cunt since me?”
I tried to shake my head, but he held me firm. “No.”
“Ah, fuck. Hold on tight, baby.”
In a flash, he gripped my ass and raised me in the air, flipping us around so my back pressed against the door.
The dull ache I’d been feeling since the orgasm at the restaurant quickly subsided as Nate’s cock drove inside me until he could go no farther.
“Ah,” I cried out as he stretched me.
I felt so full, but the moment lasted only a second before he slid out and pounded into me again. Slowly, he released one leg, and my toes barely reached the floor as he spread my other out wide.
“Yes.” My entire body shook at the slight change. The tip of his cock ran over the spot again and again, the spot that only he seemed to be able to find.
“You’re telling me no one else has been inside you since me?”
Nate was asking me a question, but I was so lost in my pleasure and the mounting release that it took me a while to figure out what he was saying.
“No one,” I whimpered as he adjusted his angle again, filling me deeper than before.
“Fuck, yes. Only my cunt,” he grunted.
The waves started building, and my body trembled in his arms. “I’m so close.”
Before I could comprehend what was happening, he lifted me in the air, and my face was suddenly pressed against the couch cushions. Nate’s cock plunged inside my core on my next breath, igniting the fire again.
My hands clamored for something, anything, to hold on to. The quilt that rested on the back of the couch made it into my hand, and I fisted the material. With his every plunge forward, I rocked back.
“That’s it. Take what you want, Alexandra. Use my cock.”
A shudder moved through me at his words. I loved his bedroom voice. The way it demanded and controlled. Just hearing him talk could probably get me off.
“There it is. I can feel you squeezing me. You’re so close, baby. Tell me what you need.”
I didn’t know what I needed to get there. I hovered over the precipice, ready to jump, but something tethered me to the ground.
Releasing the quilt, I reached between my legs and rubbed myself, hoping that would get me closer. But I still couldn’t fall over.
“I love when you touch yourself. My balls are so tight, sweet girl. This pussy feels so damn good.”
