I stroked him gently, watching his expression shift to one of pure pleasure, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment.
"Ember," he groaned, his voice strained. "You're going to be the death of me if you keep that up."
I laughed softly, releasing him to shimmy out of my panties, kicking them aside.
Now fully bare to each other, the intimacy of the moment hit me—the vulnerability of being seen like this, not just physically but emotionally.
But with Nate, it felt right, safe.
He lowered himself over me again, our skin sliding together in a delicious friction that made me moan.
He positioned himself at my entrance, pausing to look into my eyes and with a slow thrust, he entered me, filling me completely and drawing a shared gasp from both of us.
He stilled for a moment, allowing me to adjust, his forehead resting against mine. "You feel amazing," he whispered, his breath mingling with mine. "Like you were made for me."
I smiled, rocking my hips to encourage him. "Then move, Doctor. Show me what you've got."
He laughed, the sound turning into a groan as he began to thrust, setting a rhythm that was steady at first, building with each movement.
I met him thrust for thrust, my nails digging into his back as waves of pleasure built inside me.
His hands gripped my hips, guiding me, while his mouth found mine again in a kiss that was scorching.
We moved together like that, our bodies syncing in a dance that felt both urgent and tender.
Sweat slicked our skin, and the room filled with the sounds of our breathing, our moans, and the occasional whispered endearment.
"God, Ember, you're incredible," he said at one point, his pace quickening as he sensed me nearing the edge.
"Don't stop," I pleaded, my fingers tangling in his hair. "I'm so close."
He shifted slightly, changing the angle to hit just the right spot, and that was all it took.
Pleasure crashed over me like a wave, my body clenching around him as I cried out his name.
He followed soon after, his thrusts becoming erratic until he buried himself deep, groaning my name as he found his release.
We lay there afterward, tangled in the sheets, our breathing slowly returning to normal.
Nate pulled me into his arms, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "That was… wow. You're full of surprises."
I nestled against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. "So are you. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
But I felt off, like something wasn't right.
I wasn't sure if it was dinner or just a belly ache, but my stomach hurt.
It was small, barely noticeable, but it made me uncomfortable enough that I felt the need to get up.
"I need to use the bathroom," I said, trying to keep my voice casual.
I hated to leave him here, but in his arms immediately after sex was the worst place to start having an anxiety attack.
"Okay." Nate's hand stilled on my back. "Everything all right?"
"Fine. Be right back."
I slipped out of bed and grabbed my phone from where I'd dropped it on the dresser, then padded to the bathroom and closed the door.
