“Take these off.” His head falls back with another moan as I slip out of my leggings. “I need to taste you.”
Nate turns, lying himself on the bed, his cock still intimidatingly tempting as he strokes himself.
“Up here,” he demands, pointing to his face as I was about to lie down next to him.
“Are you sure?”
“No, I’m not sure,” he says, giving me a frustrated stare. “Of course, I’m fucking sure, Mia. I’ve thought about nothing else forthe last month other than your legs wrapped around my head. Now, hold onto the headboard.”
I move my body up against his chin and the second I feel the smallest bit of his stubble against my clit, I cry out.
“Sit,” Nate demands again, pulling my hips and planting me directly on top of his tongue as it moves through me immediately. Nate moans the second we make contact and my entire soul feels like it leaves my body as he pulls his tongue through me and I rock back and forth against his face.
“Nate, oh my—” My thoughts and words are jumbled by his ability to put me into a complete trance. What’s the record for fastest orgasm because I think I’m about to break it? An orgasm from Nate Campbell is truly unmatched. With every motion I can feel it building and building before I’m making a mess all over his face and trying to pull myself away, but his hands grip my thighs, keeping me in place as his tongue continues to work through me.
“Oh, my God. It’s too much, Nate. I can’t—” My whole body falls back as he finally loosens his grip against my thighs and I pant like a damn dog trying to catch my breath as I move lower.
Nate reaches his hand up into my tank top and seamlessly unhooks my bra from the back.
“Wow, not your first time, huh?” I tease.
He tugs at the hem of my shirt, helping me pull it up over my head as my bra falls off with it.
“You are without a doubt the most stunning woman I’ve ever seen, Mia Clark.” Nate’s shirtless chest leans into me as he kisses the swell of my breast, causing my head to fall back with lust. His fingers pinch my nipple as I sit in his lap, still feeling his length against me.
I reach my hand down and wrap my fingers around him, causing him to hiss in pleasure at the touch.
“Tell me what you want,” he whispers into my mouth.
My eyes lock with his as my fingers feather over the tip of him, feeling how firm he still is.
“Ruin me,” I beg.
“Ruin me.” Her voice is laced with desire.
I smirk at her request as she pulls herself up closer to me.
“You want to ride me, Smalls?” Her head nods up and down quickly as I watch her hair fall into her face.
“In the nightstand,” she moans and I reach over, finding a condom in the drawer and slide it on. Her breasts rise and fall with each deep breath she takes and it’s as if my mouth has no other choice but to pull her nipple between my teeth. She whimpers at the gentle nibble and then slides herself down, taking my entire length in one sitting.
“Fuck, Mia,” I mumble against her chest, feeling how fucking tight she is. She cries out as my hands roam her thighs, squeezing into her skin.
“Oh my gosh,” she says, steadying herself as she takes all of me.
I whisper against her ear, “You can take it. My cock was made for you, Mia. It’s the perfect fit.”
She begins to rock her hips back and forth, moving herself up and down in the most incredible way. The way her eyes close and her head falls back, her chipped fingernails digging into my shoulders as she braces herself every time she comes back down.
“Oh fuck, Nate,” she cries. “I’m trying not to be too loud, but it’s so good.”
I need more control. The desire to drive into her is too strong to pass up. I wrap my arms around her, flipping our bodies so she’s lying on her back. A squeal leaves her pouty lips as she lays there beneath me. My eyes scan over her body, a fucking breathtaking sight, as I lean over her.
“You’re a dream,” I say, pressing my forehead against hers just before thrusting into her. Her pussy feels so good squeezing me like she is. I can’t believe we haven’t been doing this the whole time, we’ve been sexually depriving ourselves because this… this is fucking heavenly.
“Nate, push harder.” Her words are a plea and I happily oblige to her request.
We move in such a rhythm, like this is something we’ve been perfecting for years.
