His fingers were at my waist and hovered at the hem of my sweater. “May I?”
I nodded and then it was up and off, tossed somewhere onto the floor. He grabbed his own shirt, and it quickly followed.
I worked to school my breath. I wanted to go in so many different directions I wasn’t sure where to begin. My mouth wanted to kiss Nate all over. I wanted to get my jeans off, and his, to get this party started. I wanted to pull him against me so we were skin to skin. I was paralyzed with indecision.
Nate helped out by unbuttoning his jeans and pushing them down in a rush, so that he stood before me in boxer briefs and nothing else.
Whoosh. My jeans fell right off. No, not really. I quickly shed them, but it sure felt like it. My mouth was dry, my happy place was, well, happy and not dry by any sense of the word. Damn.
Standing in front of Nate in just a bra and underwear, I marveled at how comfortable I felt. The me of the past, the self-conscious young girl I was even in college, would be thinking about my soft belly, larger thighs, more-than-a-handful breasts barely contained by my bra. But now… I watched Nate’s eyes take me in and heat up, clearly wanting more. I felt good about who I was and, importantly, what we were about to do.
Nate grabbed a blanket from the armchair and spread it on the floor under the tree. He held out his hand to me, and we lowered to the blanket. I rolled to my side to face him, the glow from the tree all around us.
“You still with me, Elle?” he asked, his hand sliding up my arm as he moved closer.
“Absolutely,” I whispered.
He slid one bra strap down and pressed a kiss to the swell of my breasts. His hand moved to my back, and he looked at me for affirmation. I nodded and my bra loosened. I shrugged it off, and it joined the rest of our clothes somewhere.
I started to push my underwear down, planning to do the same to Nate’s, but he stopped me.
“Hold on, I just need to do this first,” he said as his mouth worshipped my breasts. I mean, that’s the only way to describe it. He moved to one side and kissed me all over until his mouth closed over my nipple and sucked on it. Without any direction from me, my hips began to arch as my nipples both tightened in arousal. A tightening in my core begged for release. Foreplay was great, but I could get where I needed to go without it and right now. I was ready. Hell, I’d been ready for some time.
“Nate,” I panted.
His mouth came up as his gaze shot to me, concern etching his features. “Do we need to slow down?”
“Hell no. We need to speed up. Maybe round two can be slower?” I grabbed my underwear and shoved them down until they reached my calves so I could kick them off.
“What?” Nate asked, his eyes now heated.
I reached over and put my hand on his cock. I lightly squeezed, which elicited a moan from him. “This. I need this in me. Five minutes ago wouldn’t have been too soon.”
A bark of laughter bubbled out of him. He shoved his underwear down before rolling over to grab what I could only assume would be a condom out of his wallet.
Rolling back to me, he pressed a kiss to my lips. “Elle, I love the way you think.”
18
Circe, the Enchantress
Nate
I sheathed myself in a condom before rejoining Elle. Part of me wanted to see if I was dreaming. She was a vision. Her body was gorgeous normally, but in the white lights glowing from the tree above? She was breathtaking. The tree branches made patterns on her skin that made me want to trace with my tongue. However, she said she wanted to move things along, and who was I to deny her?
As I moved to her side, I pressed a kiss to her lips because it was all I could do. “Elle, I love the way you think.” I whispered. As I let my lips move to her jawline, I debated on positions. I mean, there wasn’t one I didn’t enjoy. However, normally when I had sex, I started with oral. I knew it was tricky for women to orgasm by penetration alone. And believe me, working with mostly women, I’d long ago adopted the mantra of women come first. But I trusted Elle to know what she needed, so there wasn’t a chance in hell that I was going to deny her request.
Her mouth moved to my neck as she nipped it. My cock jumped. If I wanted this to happen, I better get moving. I was quickly coming to a place of no return. My dick was telling me we were short on time, and I needed to make this good for Elle before that happened.
I slid my hand to her ass to hold her to me and rolled to my back, pulling her on top of me. Her hair cascaded on either side of her face, enclosing us in this space together.
“Smooth move, Roberts,” she said with a smile.
“Think so?” I said with a smirk. I pulled her head down to press a kiss to her lips. Letting go, I watched her face in the lights. “You still sure about this?”
She smiled as she ground herself against my shaft. My eyes closed, and I groaned as she giggled.
“Temptress” I growled.
