Nash groaned softly as his other hand coasted down my back, reaching as close to my ass as he could before the window frame got in the way. “Here.” He moved his hand to my front, where I was desperate to be touched. “Here.” His fingers went back to my nipple over the shirt, and he pinched. “Here.”
I swallowed heavily.
“Everywhere,” he added.
My breath trembled as I exhaled. “I want that too.”
“To taste or be tasted?”
“Either. Both. Whatever you want.”
“That is dangerous to say to me,” he told me plainly. He eased back just a bit, his powerful thighs still holding me in place. “I want to do so much with you, Forest.”
Oh. I liked the way my name sounded when he said it like that. Like he was sipping wine and rolling it on his tongue. TheFsound started at the front of his lips, then rolled theOandRtoward the back of his throat before exhaling theE,S,T.
“We have time,” I said. And I meant it. Here, but also at home. Anywhere we wanted, for as long as we wanted.
For as long as this lasted.
“Yes,” he said, and took me by the waist, spinning me around and backing me toward the bed. “We do.”
The backs of my knees hit the mattress, and I went down. The bed was probably soft beneath me, but I wouldn’t have known. Nash caught me before I landed and swept me into a kiss as he lowered me onto the plush comforter.
Groaning softly, I arched into him as he devoured my mouth, his hands roaming, undoing zippers and buttons, tugging until our naked skin met. We hadn’t done this. I’d felt his hand on me, but that was nothing compared to his body.
He was muscular in some places, soft in others, his age showing in the very slight roundness of his stomach when hewasn’t flexing. His cock was hard as it pressed between my legs, and he let out a ragged groan when I parted my thighs for him.
Kissing down my neck, he began to thrust gently, the head of his dick gently rubbing against my balls, and for a moment, I thought I was going to lose it right there. But just as my breath began to stutter, he eased back and looked down at me.
There was something in his eyes, something I might have been able to read, but I was too afraid. I needed to build up a wall so the pain that would inevitably come when our marriage was over wouldn’t ruin me.
“Forest,” he whispered softly.
My stomach clenched. Every time I laid a single brick, he tore it down.
“Tell me what you need right now. What you want. Are you—” He took a breath. “Are you okay?”
Oh. He was checking in with me. With my body. I lifted my hands, and for the first time in a long time, my muscles were relaxed and stable. I cupped his cheeks with both palms and held him there for a moment, eyes locked, breathing in sync.
“I’m okay.”
He opened his mouth, expression like he was about to ask if I was sure, but then he shook his head and dove into another kiss instead. It was hot, possessive, as if he were afraid that if he stopped, this would all be over.
I understood a little too well what that feeling was like.
Scraping nails down the sides of his ribs, I spread my legs wider, wrapping my calves around the backs of his thighs and urging him to get even closer. His weight pinned me to the bed, and he rolled his hips into mine, grunting softly when our hard dicks aligned and brushed together.
“Not sure how long I’m gonna last,” he admitted, voice ragged and thready.
“That’s okay. Me too.”
He pulled back and looked at me, then laughed and dove into my neck, dragging his teeth over my pulse point. “Can we get off like this? And I can fulfill my promises later? I just…” He shuddered as his hips began to pick up speed with his thrusts. “Sweetheart, baby,” he said the words like he was lost, babbling. “I need to let go. To take the edge off.”
“Do it,” I told him. I grabbed him by the ass, fingers kneading the fleshy globes, feeling the way they tensed as he thrust his hips back and forth, dragging his cock between our bodies. “I want you to come on my dick.”
“Shit, shit,” he gasped. I felt him thicken, his dick kicking hard. He lifted, feverish eyes meeting mine, then he dove into a hard kiss as he slammed his hips down—over and over—afap fap fapnoise filling the room as he chased his orgasm.
Mine was too far, yet I didn’t care. I felt good. Feeling him lose it completely was ecstasy in itself. It was an indulgence I’d never realized I wanted. Or needed. But knowing that a man like him—a man who spent his entire life giving to other people, too often at the expense of himself—was willing to let go like this?
