A renewed confidence rises within me. “It’s only fair if you take off your shirt too,” I tell him.
“Of course.”
He says it like it was already his intention. With one hand, he reaches behind his neck and pulls his shirt over his head in a single clean motion before tossing it aside.
The sight of him—the breadth of his chest, the defined lines of his abdomen, the carved strength in every part of him—hits me with familiar force. He’s gorgeous in a way that feels deliberate, as though every hour he’s ever spent training carved this body into a manifestation of the same relentlessness he applies to everything he wants. Including me.
His gaze drags over me again, darker this time. “Sometimes I look at you” he murmurs, “and it feels impossible that I get to have you. It’s almost too much.”
His thumb slips into the corner of my mouth, coaxing it open with a gentle pressure I yield to instantly.
And then—finally—he guides his cock past my lips.
I waste no time in sucking him, taking him as deep as I can go, swallowing against his crown as he brushes against the back of my throat.
“Oh, fuck me,” Nathaniel groans, his large hand sliding through my hair and resting on the back of my head. “Yes, baby, just like that.”
I brace my hands on his thighs, loving the hard feel of muscle under my hands.
The sound he makes as I run my tongue along his length has me clenching my thighs as my knees dig into the floor. So I do it again before I go back to the deep, long pulls that he likes, letting him fuck my throat.
Making Nathaniel fall apart is empowering. I may be on my knees and submitting to him, but I have never felt more in control.
Or maybe…I’vealwaysbeen the one in control. It’s so clear to me now that I’ve truly held his heart in the palm of my hand from the day our relationship began.
He only lets me go for another minute or two before he’s gripping my head with both his hands. “That’s enough baby.” He eases me off him with that same careful strength, his thumbs brushing my cheeks as his cock slips free from my mouth. “I want to come inside you.”
He guides me to my feet, steadying me as I rise.
“Show me your pussy,” he commands, eyes glued to the wet patch on my crotch.
I’m eager to obey, hooking my fingers under the edge of the white lace and pulling it to the side.
“Fuck,” he mutters, reverent in the way only he ever manages. “Your pussy is beautiful.”
His approval makes me feel invincible.
“Touch yourself,” he says. “Get yourself ready for me.”
My fingers move automatically, drawn to the place that aches most. He watches as I work my clit, his expression a mix of arousal and…pride. As if he’s witnessing me do something he’s known was inside me from the start.
“Now, put a finger inside that perfect cunt and show me how you want me to fuck you.”
A shiver rolls through me. I slip a finger inside and begin thrusting.
“Hmm,” he shakes his head. “Add another one.”
I comply, adding a second finger and then a third, for good measure. The fullness of it has me rocking into my hand with a whimper. My other hand reaches up to palm my breast, trying to find relief that doesn’t come close.
Nathaniel swears under his breath, and suddenly, he has me pinned against the floor-to-ceiling window. Ass cheeks pressed to the glass, I keep thrusting my fingers in my pussy.
The glass is polished and treated for privacy, a one-way view of Manhattan that hides us completely from the outside world. But even if it weren’t, even if the whole skyline could look in, a brazen part of me thrills at the idea of being claimed by him like this.
The thought only makes me wetter.
Nathaniel glides a single index finger up my inner thigh, gathering my arousal.
“You are so good, my sweet Olivia.” He hums his approval. Just as I think he’s going to slip that finger into his own mouth,he presses it into the seam of mine instead. “Have a taste of just how sweet you are.”
