Before, generic hot guys and celebrities filled my imagination. This time Nathan and his sandy blond hair and deep blue eyes featured prominently.
I rubbed gently at first, warming myself up.
I pictured the two of us together during that one amazing night, remembering everything he'd made me feel, feeling the phantom touch of his fingers.
I pressed harder, grinding into my hand.
I pictured what might happen between the two of us tonight, imagined feeling his fingers and his tongue and his stiff length moving inside me.
I squeezed my eyes shut as I found just that one perfect spot, lifting my hips and touching myself just so…
I gasped out loud, voice strangled, as I fell over the edge. It wasn't as intense as it had been when Nathan had made me come, but it did the job.
I slumped back down, breathing heavily. I let my muscles go weak, reclining against the back of the seat.
I looked over to Nathan. There were beads of perspiration at his hair line and a rising bulge in his tight jeans.
"You're killing me, gorgeous," he said.
The car screeched to a stop in the parking lot of his building. He quickly slammed on the parking brake, undid his seatbelt, and descended on me, devouring my lips. His hand buried itself in my hair, tugging me closer, mashing our mouth together in a warm, wet tangle.
"Fuck, that was hot," he murmured. "I need to see you come again. Now. And this time I want to be paying full attention."
We practically ran the entire way to the entrance of his building, taking advantage of the elevator ride to grope each other again, and finally fell through his front door.
"Bedroom," he demanded. "Now."
My heart beat a little thrill at the commanding tone. Nathan disappeared into the closet as I made my way to his bed. I sat on the edge, pulse hammering, not knowing what was going to happen next.
"Shirt off," he said, voice muffled through the closet.
I immediately pulled off my t-shirt and threw it over my head. I took off my bra, too, expecting that was going to be the next command.
"Lie back," Nathan told me as he exited the closet, holding a bag in his hands. His nostrils flared when he saw me sitting there, topless, my breasts on display. His greedy eyes roved over me, his dark blue eyes deepening even future. "Put your arms above your head and hold onto the headboard."
Nervous excitement fluttered in my belly as I did so. It was almost scary, but electrifying at the same time.
Nathan climbed onto the bed, crawling between my spread legs. His eyes turned curious when his fingers skimmed along my torso, finding my scars again.
"I felt these the first night we were together," he murmured. "I didn't want to ask. From your surgeries?"
I nodded.
He placed a soft kiss on each of my scars, long since healed. I shivered. He ran his palms up my sides, along my arms, until he had both my wrists trapped in one hand.
He stared down into my eyes.
"Do you trust me?" he asked.
"Yes," I breathed.
"The safe word is red. Slow down is yellow. Green means keep going. Got it?"
I wet my lips and nodded, showing him I understood. If I wanted to stop at any time, I just had to say the word red and he would.
Clink.
My hands were bound in black velvet lined handcuffs.
