I shiver. There’s absolutely nothing else I want more. “More than anything, Nathan.”
He pulls back, challenge blazing in his eyes. “Say my full name.”
I flatten my lips. I’m a stubborn girl.
His fingers find the back of my neck, and he grips my hair and tugs on it, making a moan slip past my lips.
“More than anything, Nathan Slater,” I say, arousal wetting my leggings.
Okay, maybenotthat stubborn, but a woman can only take so much.
“That’s my girl.”
Hisgirl.
“I need to get a cond—”
I rest my hands on his chest, rubbing smooth circles. “No, I want to feel you. I’m on the pill. If that’s okay with you?”
A smile touches his lips. “I’m absolutely okay with that.” His eyes roam my body. “Fuck, I haven’t touched a woman in years, but this is well worth breaking that streak.”
His soft chuckle vibrates against my skin. After a few seconds, he drops and hitches my legs over his shoulders, pushing me back on the counter and peeling off my leggings. A smirk finds its way to his face as he catches sight of my lacy thong, the fabric cutting into my skin and barely covering me.
“Is this for me?” he asks as he pushes my thong to the side, refusing to enter until I answer. “You have the prettiest pussy, baby.”
Baby.
That’s three on the list now.
I turn to putty in his arms.
“I’m going to need an answer.”
“Yes, it’s yours, Nathan,” I moan, tilting my head to the ceiling as he sinks two fingers into me. The sound of my wetness fills the room and moves at a tortuous pace, teasing me.
I hate it but love it at the same time.
His other hand is on my chest, and I rip off my cardigan and tank top as he pulls my underwear from my legs and tosses it behind him. “Part these legs a little more for me.” He taps at my inner thigh, and I do as I’m told.
I don’t usually like being bossed around, but I’d do anything Nathan asks of me when it comes to this. He can be in charge as long as he likes in the bedroom because I crave his leadership. His attitude. I love the way he claims me.
It isn’t long before his lips find my clit, and his tongue swirls around it until I’m a writhing mess on his cold kitchen counter. My back arches, and I grip his shoulders as I rock into his face, chanting his name repeatedly.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to drown in your pussy? How many nights I’ve spent jerking myself off to the thoughts of you moaning my name?” He smiles. “Well, this surpasses all expectations, princess. You were fucking made for me.”
I lick my lips, staring down at him. My toes are already curling.
“Is this what you like, baby? Being eaten out on my kitchen counter?”
It’s clear that Nathan’s a fan of dirty talk, and I love it equally as much, so when he tells me how unbelievable I look with his fingers shoved inside of me, I feel the stinging sensation of my rising orgasm.
“Nathan! Oh, fuck!”
Nathan groans into my pussy as I come on his face, fingers pumping into me quicker. I study the liquid dripping down his chin as he pulls away. “You’re perfect. So perfect.”
“I thought about you, too,” I admit, catching my breath. “In the beginning. I was so annoyed at you, but all I really wanted was to swallow your cock.”
Nathan hosts me off the counter and up into his arms, dropping down onto the floor so I’m straddling his waist. “Is that why you were so sassy with me? Because you were really just pissed off that you couldn’t have my cock?”
