“I’ll see you soon,” we both say in unison before the call ends.
The moment Nate walks in his hands are on me. I guess in some ways we’re making up for lost time, but it still feels so new to me to be held like this.
“Your love language is definitely physical touch,” I say as his hands run down my back, cupping my ass.
“Youare my love language.”
My eyes narrow at him slightly as we stand in the doorway of my bedroom. “How do you do that?” I ask.
“Do what?” The Henley he’s wearing has the top button undone, and I can’t stop staring at the way the blue shirt looks against his eyes.
“Take an otherwise ordinary moment, a simple sentence, and make it… so… meaningful, so perfect?”
He chuckles as he walks us backwards into my bedroom, closing the door and flicking the lock behind him.
“I guess because to me, even really ordinary moments with you are a dream, Smalls. I still can’t believe I get to be with you.” His grip around my waist tightens as he slides two fingers into either side of my leggings slowly moving them down just the smallest amount on my hips.
My teeth bite down into my bottom lip as he lays me down on my bed. His tall frame standing over me with the sunlight from the window casting a perfect spotlight on him.
“You should, uh, take those off,” I say, wagging my finger at his jeans.
His eyebrows shoot up as he sarcastically points down to his jeans. “These?” he asks.
My head bobs up and down as I lean on my elbows against my bed.
“You want it… you can come get it.” He pulls his belt through the loops and tosses it on the floor.
I inch myself closer to the edge of the bed where he’s standing and reach my hands up to the button and zipper. My heart is screaming in my chest, considering I have a very vivid memory of what I’m about to be face to face with.
Once I pull his jeans down around his thighs, the thickness stands out behind his boxers. Nate pulls his shirt off and I’m left staring at every woman’s fantasy.
“It’s just unfair,” I whine, my tongue involuntarily running between my lips. “You looking like this.”
“On your knees.” Nate’s voice when he’s turned on sounds like a different person. It’s still him, but he’s so much more commanding. Like if I don’t follow his order, he’ll punish me and I have a love hate relationship with how that makes me feel.
“Well it’s a hard wood floor, so…” I snark back, liking the way it feels to taunt him.
A smirk that mimics the devil himself spreads across Nate’s face.
“Since you want to have such a fucking attitude lately, let’s put that mouth to better use, Smalls. Get. On. Your. Knees.”
I think I’ll just see myself out at this point. I’m about to fall over and roll out the door and down the stairs for my best friend right now.
Nate pulls his boxers down enough to free his cock and I can’t tear my eyes away from it. Seeing it through the phone screen didn’t do it justice.
“Don’t look so surprised, this isn’t new for you,” he says looking down at me. “Think I didn’t know you got a show on theFaceTime call?” He strokes himself as he stands there, staring at me.
“Suck,” he growls, and my hand pushes his out of the way, feeling the size and strength of him before I bring my mouth down around him.
I feel him hitting the back of my throat every time he moves, but he’s not being forceful. Nate’s actually holding himself back, he’s gentle while still displaying dominance as I kneel in front of him. His hand is in my hair, gripping as I run my tongue along the base to the tip and back down my throat.
“Look how fucking well you take me.” His words only fuel me to keep going. My hand reaches underneath, cupping his balls as he pushes himself further and I can already taste some of the pre cum every time he hits the back of my throat.
“Fucking hell, this is so good.” He breathes in as his nostrils flare and low moans leave his chest. He hasn’t removed his hand from my hair the entire time and while he’s not pulling it, he’s gripping it in a way that sends shivers down my spine, directly to my fucking vagina.
I pull away from him briefly to catch my breath. Licking my lips, I taste him on me and I press my thumb into the corner of my mouth. I suck on it as he watches.
“Are you wet for me?” he asks while his hand strokes his cock. I simply nod my head up and down at his question.
