“That’s it, baby,” he murmurs. “Touch me. Take what you want. You’ve earned it.”
And I do. I revel in the solidity of him, the heat radiating off his skin, the way his body is so responsive to me. Desire knots low in my belly, a mix of awe and hunger. He is mine to touch, mine to please, mine to claim as much as he claims me.
My hands slip to the waistband of his sweats, tugging with shameless intent. He catches my eye, mouth curving in that infuriating smirk that says he knows exactly how long he’s made me wait.
This time, he doesn’t stop me. Instead, he hooks his thumbs beneath the fabric and pushes it down himself, letting it fall away in one smooth motion. His cock springs free, thick and eager, with moisture already beading at the tip.
“Put me inside you, baby,” he rasps. “I’ve denied us both for long enough.” His hand grips my thigh as he pulls me closer, lining us up on the edge of the countertop.
I lick my lips and reach down to palm his steely length. Rock hard, silky smooth, and warm in my hand as I guide him to my slick entrance. I’m so drenched that he glides inside effortlessly, but the stretch still steals my breath. My eyes fall shut as he fills me, the sensation burning in the most irresistible way.
“Keep your eyes open, baby,” he rumbles as he squeezes my chin and tips it down. “Stay with me. Watch how perfect we are when we come together.”
I follow his gaze, mesmerized by the sight of him pushing into me, inch by inch. He lets out a long exhale once he bottoms out, almost as if it’s the first time.
He thrusts slowly at first, dragging himself out before sliding back in a few times, lost to the look and feel of our coupling. Then, his lips find mine in a reverent kiss, while his fingers trail across my hip bones as we slowly move against each other.
It’s so, so good—but it’s not enough.
“Stop holding back, Nate,” I beg into his skin, urging him on. “Fuck me like you mean it.”
His eyes are blue flames as his gaze snaps to mine, and that perfectly curated facade finally falls away.
He unleashes on me, his grip brutal on my ass, pulling me to the very edge of the counter as he pounds into me. I wrap mylegs around his waist, clinging to his shoulders as he increases the intensity of his thrusts, his thighs slapping lewdly against the backs of mine.
His presses his mouth to my ear. “You satisfy me completely, Olivia.”
The words sear through me, a direct response to what I told him earlier. Nothing I give him ever slips from his grasp.
His lips drag over my jaw, his breath harsh. “You have never been lacking. You complete me, just as I complete you.”
Emotion claws up my throat. The raw conviction in his voice splits me wide open.
“You aremine,” he grits out, his rhythm sharper, harder. “I will always choose you. I will always want you. You are more than enough.”
Tears sting my eyes. He’s giving me back every insecurity, reshaping it into belonging—into being his.
“I’ll take all of you, Olivia. I can hold you.” He presses his forehead to mine as he drives deeper. “Now, I want you to take all of me.”
He starts fucking me with a rhythm that borders on punishing, as if every stroke is a vow he’s forcing into the marrow of my bones. My body shakes with each brutal surge of his hips, the heavy thrum in my pelvis building with each delicious stroke.
One of his hands slides down between us, his deft thumb rubbing my aching clit, bringing me closer and closure to rapture.
“Come for me, baby. Let go.” The words fall from his lips like a direct order to my body. Immediately, heat starts to build in my core.
“Fuck, Nate, I’m going to?—”
My orgasm tears through me, a current I can’t contain. My body shudders as I break apart in his arms. I know he’s watchingme with rapt attention—cataloging every gasp, every shiver—focused wholly on my pleasure. But I have no capacity for self-consciousness. I’m too lost in the moment, too lost in him, for anything else to matter.
Satisfaction flares in his ocean eyes as he picks up the pace, chasing his own release. I sink my fingers into his hair and tug, earning a groan from him. Then, I run my teeth along his jawline, rasping in his ear, “Give it to me, Nate.”
“Fuck, Olivia—” He snarls and bites down hard on my shoulder, his hands squeezing my hips in time with the pulsing of his orgasm as I feel him jerk and spill inside me.
After a moment, Nathaniel’s weight settles over me, his breath still ragged but slowing. I feel the thrum of his heartbeat against my chest, steadying as though he’s finally found rest. His hands trace lazy circles at my waist, the kind of absent touch that tells me he isn’t reaching anymore—he has me, and that’s enough.
He’s looking at me like every hunger in him has been satisfied. His gaze is heavy-lidded, soft in a way that makes my chest constrict. When he kisses me, it’s unhurried, like he’s certain I’m not going anywhere.
And for a moment, I let myself believe that’s true.
