Nate tosses the underwear somewhere on my floor and then, with a hand wrapped around each of my ankles, he parts my legs exposing my flesh to the cool air of the room.
I swallow and lean back, resting my head on a pillow as he moves closer, the image too much.
“Watch me, Josie,” he demands.
His head fits between my thighs and his tongue sweeps out, licking at my core. I moan as my eyes dart open, seeing the top of his head lost between my legs. With a groan, I squeeze my already spinning insides, my thighs shaking against his head as his dark brown hair rubs against my skin.
It’s so warm, and when he blows a breath against my flesh, I arch my back up trying to get closer. I crave his touch as an orgasm grows in the pit of my stomach and gets larger with each tender caress of his mouth.
Two fingers stretch my walls as he pushes them inside my aching body.
“You’re so wet. I love it.” Nate moves his fingers, circling inside my core as my emotions continue to spiral. His compliments and admiration are more than I can handle.
I arch again, ready to come when he stops, pulling his fingers away. “Not yet, Josie. I want to feel you come around me the first time.” He sucks on my clit and I arch closer, trying to pull a piece of an orgasm from his lips. “Not yet.”
His pants lower and there’s a tearing sound before Nate lines himself up and pushes past my opening without delay. I’m full, but ready, and after a few short pushes he’s accepted by my body. He leans back moaning to the ceiling and lifts my ass in the air so he hits the same spot as before. Less than a minute passes before I’m back to the heightened point and I meet him thrust for thrust, wanting so badly what he’s offered.
“That’s it, babe. Fucking take it. Let go,” he grinds out.
As if my body is already his, I listen, and my pussy clings to his dick vibrating with need around him as my orgasm releases. I bite my lip so I don’t scream and scare the neighbors.
When my body relaxes, Nate lowers my ass and smiles. His eyes never leave mine as he pulls my hips getting himself deeper before he spills over, the jets of his cum stopped only by the condom and leaving me wishing there was no barrier between us.
“Fuck that was amazing,” he says, slowing his movements but not leaving me.
My eyes close, lost in bliss as I nod in agreement. Is it always supposed to be that good or is it only because it’s our first time?
“Areyou sure I turned it off?” I do a quick injured ankle jog to the kitchen and see that, indeed, the oven is off. You can never be too safe.
Nate stands at the edge of the kitchen watching, a nervous expression on his face. “You checked the oven about twenty minutes ago. It was off then and we haven’t cooked anything since, so you’re safe.”
“Sometimes the burners stay hot for a while.” Fire safety is no laughing matter.
“Is there something wrong?” Nate crosses his arms against his chest and leans up against the wall as I hover my palms over each of the burners. “Do you need another orgasm?”
My hand doesn’t get warm at all but my mouth falls open while I stare Nate. “What?” Here he gave me two this morning. I’ve never had so much sex in my life. Even in my young carefree days when it’s all I wanted to do. I don’t know if I can handle another. I need time to rejuvenate. Do some Kegels or something.
“You are pacing. What’s wrong?”
I drop my hand on top of the burner. Not warm. “There are only four hours until Emma gets home. What are we supposed to do without her when she’s so close to getting home?” Doesn’t he understand this is what parents do? We sit around and fret whenever left to our own devices.
“I can think of some things we can do,” he says, lifting an eyebrow.
The implication makes a laugh. “No sex.” Don’t get me wrong, it was heavenly. I think I only slept three hours last night, but my baby is coming home and I’m already dressed now.
I should make her a cake — a welcome home cake. An I’m sorry you had to spend the weekend with your father cake. She likes chocolate.
“What are you getting out of the cabinet?” Nate asks.
“Oh.” I close the cabinet door I just opened. There’s no cake mix in there, anyway.
Nate steps into the kitchen and places a quick kiss on my temple. “You need some girl time. Let’s go.”
He takes my hand and practically drags me out of the kitchen. “Where are we going?” I ask without any resistance.
“To chocolate and friends.”
Well then, all he needed to say was chocolate.
