Clearing my throat, I admit something I would never have to my husband; he would have scoffed or worse. “I’m going tell you when I need things. Like if I need to be alone, if I want you to stay the night… no matter what it is, I’m going to say it. Even if it’s something that will make you angry. I’m doing it for me. It’s important that I feel comfortable telling you what I need. If that’s something you can’t handle, then…”
“I can. Shit, everyone in my life says it like it is. I wouldn’t expect anything less from you. Hell, I’d demand more of that from you.”
Honest to goodness, I’m surprised at myself for tell him what I need but even more so by his reaction. He gets it.
Well then. Standing, I move between his open legs. Leaning a little, I place my right hand on his left shoulder, and my knee meets the couch outside his right leg. I’m careful not to bump his injuries. I do the same with the other until I’m straddling Nate.
His hands slide up my hips to my waist. “Tell me what you need, Prudence.”
“You.”
“After what you just told me, sweetheart. I’m gonna need you to be more specific.”
“I will.” I lean down and kiss the scruff on his cheek. “After I hear you say you get it.”
“I get it. You like me.A lot.”
I laugh at his emphasis. “I do. You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever met. Or seen, honestly.”
His chest puffs out just a little. I kiss his other cheek as his big hands slide around to my butt. I feel him squeeze each cheek, not hard, and it makes me squirm.
“Glad to hear that, Prudence.”
I kiss his lips softly. “So, we’re on the same page?”
“Yep.” He leans in and kisses me deeply. His tongue is a force of nature. “I love you. You like me. I can work with that.”
I lean back, suddenly. “Are you being sarcastic? Because.…”
“No.” His head moves back and forth. “I meant it. I think, if I exertrealeffort, I can convince you to change that like to something more. It’ll take time, but I’m not goin’ anywhere, Prudence.”
We stare at each other for longer than is comfortable. I guess neither of us is willing to make the next move. Except, I feel him getting harder beneath me. Running my palm over his chest, I smile. He’s firm everywhere. I barely got to see him, let alone touch him the other day. I’d like the time for that now.
He’s running his hands over my butt and up to my lower back. “Wanna head into my bedroom?”
“Doyou?”
“Just because I said I would tell you what I wanted doesn’t mean you can’t do the same, Nate. It’s a two-way street.”
“Then, no. I like it right where we are, with you on my lap. I’d love to see you ride me. Those tits of yours will lookah-mazing bouncing up and down.”
I blush so hot I’ve got to fan myself. “I asked for that, didn’t I?”
“You did.” He chuckles as his hands slide up beneath my top. “Let’s start with taking all this off. It’s getting in the way of my view.”
“I will if you will.”
Between the two of us, we shed ourselves of the clothing on our top halves.
As soon as his shirt’s off, I see he’s got hair on his chest. Not a bear amount but there’s plenty. I run my fingers through it, then run my palm over his nipples. He leans back as he shivers at my touch. “You’ve got a great body, Nate.”
“Thanks, honey.” He reaches his hand out and cups my left breast. “You do too.”
I feel a slight pinch, and I squeak. His mouth is on me, licking and soothing that little pinch in no time. Arching my back, I attempt to press in closer. My hands find their way into his thick hair that might need a trim soon and watch him work his mouth over me. “Feels good, Nate.”
He peeks up. “Glad to hear it.” With a pat on my butt he nudges me to stand so I can slip off my shorts. As I do that, he removes his underwear. I watch his penis spring free, and I gasp. Just like the last night. Maybe that’ll happen every time because, trust me, he’s got a beautiful penis. Once we’re both free of our clothing, he pats his leg. I quickly move back to my spot on his lap. Before I can think, Nate’s fingers are sliding through my center, twirling around my clit, and entering me slowly.
“Nate,” I say with a hiss.
