He didn't pause, continuing the path himself, slowly, teasing, until the tips of his fingers had inched under the elastic band. He tugged my panties down my legs, to my ankles. I kicked them away easily and rolled my hips forward, urging him to continue.
His thumb brushed the sensitive nub at the apex of my thighs. I let out a small moan. He pressed his thumb down and I whimpered as he rubbed in circles, soft yet firm. One finger slipped between my lower lips, tracing my entrance. I held my breath. He pushed in, that delicious friction feeling a thousand times better from the inside. I dug my nails into his arms as my legs went shaky.
He pumped in and out with a steady rhythm. My thighs trembled. I was barely able to keep on my feet. I should have let him lower me to the bed first, but I wasn't about to make him stop.
He pushed two fingers in and my head fell forward onto his chest. I squeezed my eyes shut as the pleasure took me higher and higher, stealing my breath, taking away all reason, until—
I cried out, long and loud. A distant part of me was glad he'd told me he had no neighbors. I didn't think I'd ever been that loud in my life.
My legs did give out then as the last aftershocks went through me. Nathan caught me, keeping me upright. He pressed a kiss to my hair as I caught my breath.
"So fucking gorgeous," he murmured quietly, as if I weren't meant to hear the words.
I was still panting when I registered a hardness poking into my hip.
I took him by the shoulders. This time I was the one walking him backwards. When the back of his knees hit the bed, I pushed him down, climbing on top of him with my legs spread to either side.
His eyes went wide, surprised, but not displeased. I popped open the button of his pants and tugged. He quickly helped me divest him of his jeans before settling back down, content to let me hover above him.
His stiff length was now on display, thick and glossy at the tip. I took him in my hands and stroked lightly, cataloguing the feel of him, the warmth, the texture. I darted down to give an experimental lick, startling him just like I'd planned. He let out a muffled hiss and sat up to scramble at his nightstand drawer. He took out a foil packet, ripped it open and quickly rolled on protection.
Our eyes met as I brought him to nestle just between my folds. I shifted my hips until he was in just the right spot. I slid downward, enveloping him in my warmth.
My eyes squeezed shut at the burn of it as my body tried to accommodate him. I bit my lip, holding my breath.
My eyes flew open when a hand pressed to my cheek. Nathan's expression was concerned, alarmed.
"Are you okay?" he breathed. He was halfway inside me and yet it felt as if I'd taken every inch of him already.
I nodded, letting out a shaky moan.
His eyes went wide for the second time that night.
"You're not—?" he gaped.
"No!" I said, my voice strangled. "I'm not a virgin. It's just… been a while."
I didn't tell him he was now the only other man I'd been with, since my first.
The worry on his face didn't ease. "Tell me if you want to st— Fuck!"
He let out a grunted curse as I released the tension in my thighs and let myself fall, taking him in one quick slide.
It burned, yes, but it wasn't exactly painful. I felt full, stretched, as my insides fluttered and pulsed around him.
I rose up and pushed down again.
"Shit," he groaned, head falling back against the bedsheets.
I leaned forward as far as I could go while still keeping him inside me, and gave him a kiss. He returned it, cupping his hand against my head and crushing our mouths together, hot and slick, and that inferno inside me ignited once again.
I continued the steady rhythm, lifting up then falling down, enjoying the curse words leaving his lips with every slide in and out.
But before long, my already tired legs began to give out and I struggled to keep going.
Nathan sensed it, wrapping his arms around me and flipping us in one smooth move until I was underneath him. He pinned me to the bed, both my hands above my head, and thrust back inside. I moaned at this new angle, feeling the stretch in a completely different way.
Nathan dropped his forehead until it was touching mine, his lips mere inches from mine.
