“God, you’re so sexy like that. I want to keep you here in my bed like this.”
“You’ve got me.”
In one of those intimate gestures, he touched my face. “I hope so. Now”—his eyes sparkled—“I believe there was mention before of me licking you all over.”
My breath caught at the intensity of his stare, and I tried to make light of it. “Yeah. And as a lawyer, I would hope you’d keep your word.”
He flashed me that wicked grin that set my blood racing again. “I can’t have you doubting me now, can I?” Nate dipped his head and drew a hot, wet path down my neck. He sucked at one nipple, then the other, and by the time he reached my dick, I was practically sobbing for him.
“Now, please now.”
“Oh no, baby. I’m just getting started. Good things come to those who wait, and I promise this is going to be better than good.” He licked the base of my dick, then tongued my balls. I trembled and twisted the bedsheets into knots. “Gonna be the best.”
“Love me,” I whispered to myself. “Please love me.”
He raised his head, eyes bright with desire. “I will.”
I hadn’t meant for him to hear that, and I turned away, my face hot with embarrassment, but Nate hadn’t seemed to mind. His attention remained fixed on my body. As promised, he licked me all over, starting with my balls. He nuzzled and mouthed me, leaving no part of me unloved. I moaned, my head thrashing back and forth.
“Please, come on.”
“I want you to be ready for me.”
I couldn’t remember ever being more ready. Every touch of Nate’s was like a first. Each kiss had me wanting more. He broke me down to my most elemental parts. Hunger. Want. Desire. Nate’s slow and sensual lovemaking swept away the burdens of my past.
He rolled on the condom and rested above me for a moment, his face dark and unreadable.
“What?”
He reached out and brushed his fingers against my cheek, and I could swear my heart stopped beating for a moment.
“Nothing.”
Light returned to his eyes, and he breached me with the tip of his cock. He stopped, and I squirmed under him, wanting more, but already feeling the pain. I winced, and Nate must’ve seen. He rubbed my stomach, then kissed it.
“Don’t fight it, baby. Relax.” He pushed my legs up, sandwiching me underneath him, and slid in another inch, all the while speaking softly. “I’m watching myself disappear inside you, and it’s so fucking beautiful how you take me in.”
“You feel so good, Nate.” I didn’t want to say he felt like he was made for me. Like he belonged in me. That was talk for true lovers.
“I don’t want to hurt you. I know it’s been a long time.”
Forever.
“I don’t think you could.”
Fully seated now, Nate’s groin pressed against mine, his cock huge and hard in me. If he only moved a little…
“Oh fuck,” I gasped when he did as I’d hoped, brushing against my prostate and sending a powerful surge of electricity through me. He rocked his pelvis again and again, the fluid movement of his hips sending me into a frenzy, each nudge bringing him impossibly deeper.
“So tight, I can’t even pull out, you got me sucked in so.” The fierce concentration on his face held me mesmerized. His movements grew more frantic, and watching him fall apart above me, I couldn’t look away. Mouth open and gasping for air, face damp with sweat, hair plastered in wet waves against his forehead, Nate gripped me tight as a deep-red flush spread over him.
“Don’t leave me.” I dug my fingers into the comforter.
“Press,Press.” He sighed and stiffened, his cock throbbed, and he gave one final thrust. I locked my ankles around him, holding him while our lips met in a hungry kiss that turned tender and searching. I clung to him, my head spinning. I never wanted to let go.
Nate’s lips smiled against mine. “I knew it.”
Once I found my breath, I asked, “Knew what?” He withdrew, and I ached, not from any physical pain, but from his absence. I blinked to reorient myself and watched as he threw away the condom, admiring his naked body with its broad shoulders and chest tapering to a tight ass, lean flanks, and long legs. A genuine smile lit up his naturally wary expression, and he slid into bed and wrapped his arms around me. I’d never figured him for a cuddler, but I happily molded my body to his. Once again, his fingers found my hair.
