“You’re taking me so well, baby.” Nate tightens his grip on my hair.
His thrusts start slow, but not long after, he picks up his pace, the gag reflex kicks in, and tears well along the rim of my lashes. My hands grip his thighs, holding on as hard as I can to steady myself.
“You know what I like so much about you?” Nate asks, looking down at me with this newfound softness despite the intensity of the moment.
He slows down to give me just enough room to shake my head from side to side. The torturous strokes of this slower pace are enough to send me into an out-of-body experience.
“I like how you’ve always got something witty to say, how your words always meet me at the same level. But I also can’t deny that I’m enjoying shutting you up with a mouth full of cock.”
The head of his length probes the back of my throat, rhythmically, and the tears finally make their way down, mingling with the saliva at the corners of my mouth.
“Make yourself come, Vivienne.”
It’s a command—one that he says with so much authority it’s hard not to obey. I could explode from the pleasure he’sputting me through, but I weasel my hand down my pants, nonetheless, moaning when my clit finally gets some friction.
“I’m coming, Viv.”
I nod eagerly, not caring about the way I must look right now. Hair tousled. Mascara smudged. Panties soaking wet. The pressure builds between my legs until I can’t take it anymore, and my eyes roll back in bliss when my release comes. Nate quickly follows, throwing his head back in a moan.
I take everything he has to give me, and before I know it, I’m placed on the bed with such tenderness and care.
His knee hits the mattress, and with absolutely no rush in the world, he takes his time unbuttoning my vest. He tosses it aside, and the rest of my clothes follow, landing in a pile on the floor.
I’m bare to him like he is to me, and for some reason, I feel like it carries a double meaning.
“Have I ever told you that you’re beautiful?” he asks, eyes boring into mine.
The moment feels too heated to make a joke about post-nut clarity, but it’s his next words that melt me into a puddle.
“Inside and out. All of you, Vivienne. And I thought the same even at the height of your hatred for me.”
Bare. Uncovered. Exposed. The words carry both a physical and emotional weight, and they all come together under one word: vulnerability.
To be vulnerable is to be exposed to the possibility of being attacked, hurt, or harmed either physically or emotionally. It’s this delicate balance between being broken and walking away unscathed.
I’ve been vulnerable with Nate before—I’ve opened up to him about my past, I’ve told him things I’ve never told anyone,but this feels different. This has the potential to hurt me more than I ever imagined.
“I need you, Nate.” I wrap my arms around his neck to pull him down.
“You’ve already got me.”
He places a soft kiss on my forehead, trailing all the way down the side of my face, my neck, and to the valley of my breast before suckling on a nipple.
I arch my back in pleasure, genuinely asking myself how I’ve gone so long without physical intimacy. How I’ve missed out on this since the start of my PhD, but I know it wouldn’t have felt this way had it been anyone else.
“I need you in me,” I clarify when his fixation on my breasts goes on for too long.
“Beg.”
My gaze snaps up to Nate’s at the word. There’s a smirk along his lips and a deviousness to his eyes.Am I even capable of begging?
I grasp onto his length, tugging him forward until the tip is at my entrance. He’s right there. So close to being where I need him to be, but he pulls back with a shake of his head, a smile playing on his lips, and clear intentions.
“Use your words, baby.”
“Please.”
“You can do better than that.”
