We exhaled into each other's mouths, taking a moment to catch our breath. I was already wet with desire, aching to be filled. His cock was stiff against my stomach and weeping at the tip.
"Bedroom," he murmured into my mouth.
We dragged each other from the sofa and hurried to his bedroom. Nathan tugged me into his arms and began to lower me to the bed. I squirmed, pulling back. He looked confused.
I turned around and crawled onto the bed, getting on all fours. I arched my back and turned my head to look at him. The heat in his eyes turned blazing, his eyes darkening.
"Like this," I murmured.
He wasted no time. His boxers were long gone, and my panties soon followed as he practically ripped them from my hips. He dove into his nightstand and rolled on protection before returning to me. He plastered himself against my back, the head of his cock nudging my entrance.
"Take me," I urged him. "Take me like this."
He moved his hips in a circle, dragging the tip up and down, rubbing against me but not yet entering.
"What's that?" he said in a darkly amused tone. "I didn't quite hear you."
"Give it to me," I begged. "Now."
"Hm?" He pressed a sucking kiss against my neck and chuckled. "I don't think I understand what you mean."
"Fuck me!" I demanded.
With one smooth thrust, he entered me. I gasped out loud at the intrusion, my body quivering under his, trying to accommodate his length. I always forgot how big he was, and this position only made him seem that much larger.
He held himself there, letting me get used to him. I let out a slow breath, the tension in my shoulders easing, then nodded my head for him to continue. He pulled back and slid in again, slick against my slippery inner walls. I moaned at the sensation, as he hit that perfect spot inside me.
"Faster," I breathed. "Faster."
He did as I wished, grabbing onto my hips and slamming into me. I cried out with each rapid thrust, my breath coming in fits and starts. On and on it went, never-ending, for what seemed like an eternity, until I was nearly mindless with pleasure, lips parted and eyes unseeing.
Nathan reached around me to play with my clit, and I was already so close I exploded with just that touch, sparks flitting across my vision, a kaleidoscope of colors. My inner muscles clenched and squeezed, working his cock until he, too, came with a long groan of his own. He twitched inside me, pulse after pulse until eventually his grip on my hips loosened.
"Fuck, gorgeous, you're fucking amazing." He rested his forehead against my back, panting heavily.
I flopped down onto the bed and pulled him down to curl up next to me. He gathered me into his arms and tucked my head under his chin.
Our breaths evened out, our chests no longer heaving with exertion. Nathan ran a hand up and down my back, along that sexy curve he loved so much. His movements began to slow, then stop. I sensed Nathan slowly slip into sleep.
But I couldn't follow him. My mind wouldn't quiet down.
Months.
Nathan was going to be gone for months.
My mom had quit her job to take care of me. I'd always needed someone to be there, just in case. I alwayswouldneed someone to be there, for the rest of my life.
But Nathan couldn't guarantee that. Not with his job.
And I could never ask him to give that up for me.
What kind of future did that leave us?
