His hands were on either side of my waist. His palms were gently stroking down over my hips, then back up. “This okay?”
Recalling his hands on me, even now, gives me chills. My skin is pebbled with goosebumps.
I nodded but that wasn’t good enough.
“I need your words, babe.”
So, I squeaked out a “yes” along with several more nods.
“Gonna taste you now, sweetheart.”
His words. God. His words made me melt. The nice ones and the dirty ones.
Especiallythe dirty ones.
I felt lips on my belly causing my head to jerk downward.
I thought…. He’s kissing my stomach? Ugh. My stomach? (My least favorite part of my body.)
When he peeked up at me, he smirked again and then licked my belly button.
If he weren’t so damn hot and so damn good at all this, I’d be embarrassed or maybe even a bit put off by his tongue, but how could I be when he meant so well?
I watched him move down. Down. Down. Until his nose was right there.
In retrospect, I wish I’d shaved or at the very least trimmed, but I never expected to be in this situation. Not ever.
No matter, Nate didn’t seem to mind so why should I?
His right palm slid down over my hip down to my ankle. Lifting my leg over his shoulder, I kept my balance by placing my palms flat on the glass behind me. When I felt his tongue, I nearly fell over, so he reached out, took my hand, and pulled me down with him until we were both kneeling on the ground. “On your back, Maggy. Legs open.”
Crap on a cracker. Remembering those words is making me hot and wet again.
Without hesitation, I did as he asked. Luckily, his carpet was soft and rather squishy. Hell, it could have been made of sandpaper and I still would’ve done what he asked because I knew he was a man who delivered on his promises. At least in bed.
When his tongue flicked my clit, I nearly launched off the ground. “Nate!” I’d shouted. It was the only word I could force out because right then, the man got serious. I felt him opening me up down there with his fingers and while I should’ve been embarrassed, all I could think of was, “get on with it, man.” I slid my fingers into his hair and marveled at how thick and soft it was on the top. Placing a little pressure on his scalp, I did my best to guide him. He chuckled when my fingernails dug in. In all the times I’ve been with a man, I can tell you, nobody has ever made me come with oral sex. Until Nate.
His tongue was magic sliding through me and into me. He nibbled and sucked and when he felt me get closer to my release, he used his fingers too.
Oh, my god.
I swear, I could come again just remembering… But just then, I hear the sound of dishes clanking together, and I’m brought back to reality. I smile. Is he making me breakfast? It must have been just as good for him as it was for me. So much so he wants to make me breakfast. Maybe if I just lie here, he’ll bring me a tray. Breakfast in bed after knowing a guy for less than twenty-four hours. Now, that’s something you only read about, am I right? I think I finally met a keeper. One who’s the entire package. I giggle thinking about his package. It’s as nice as the rest of him. Trust me.
Besides his equipment, he’s around my age, maybe a little older. From the looks of his place, I’d say he was successful. Which, honestly, doesn’t matter. The fact that he’s gainfully employed is enough. My last couple of boyfriends thought working was optional.
It’s not.
No, what I mean is, he’s gorgeous for sure. But he’s not what I thought he’d be. Since he seemed to be part of EZ’s biker gang, I half expected him to lead me back to a one-bedroom apartment or a small two-bedroom bungalow in the working-class neighborhood close to the bar. So when we came here last night, I was shocked to see he lived in a high-rise in the heart of the city. His apartment is massive, with high ceilings and floor-to-ceiling windows that overlook the lake, for crying out loud. When he unlocked the door, I had so many questions. For one, what was he doing at EZ’s if he lived in a place like this? I asked him, or tried to ask him, what he did for a living, and his response was to kiss me.
He kissed the hell out of me. It was so distracting, I guess I forgot to ask again.
I scan his bedroom. It’s a large room with one dresser on the wall that leads to his attached bathroom. A bathroom at least five times the size of mine. It’s also decked out with a bathtubanda shower with room enough for two. (I know this from experience. Wink wink). It’s also got four or five showerheads, which felt as good as you imagine.
I had other questions for him besides his job, because this place, his home, tells me nothing. It’s a beautiful place, sure, but as I said before, there are no pictures, no mementos anywhere. Hell, there isn’t even any color. Everything is gray and tones of gray. The walls, bedding, furniture, all gray. Even the carpet in the bedroom is gray. The floors in the rest of the place are polished concrete, which makes it feel cold. Itiscold. It’s November in Chicago.
When we were resting between rounds of amazing sex, I’d talk. Probably too much, but that’s just me. I told him about me, and I did the polite thing and asked him questions. And the ones he was willing to answer, his responses were cryptic and vague, to be sure. I did get a few things out of him. For example, I know that he’s not in the biker gang, or MC, that hangs out at EZ’s. He said his life is stressful, so he lets loose on his motorcycle. Riding makes him feel free. And, according to Nate, most of the guys he hangs out with at EZ’s are cool—fun to ride with. And that was all he said about it.
Maybe I’ll get more information out of him this morning, because goodness knows I told him almost everything about me. He laughed a few times at my funny tales from the flower shop, but I’m worried I talked too much. Or Iwasworried. Although, now that the smell of bacon has made its way into the bedroom, I’ve got to smile. He must really—
