I didn’t lack for body confidence. I wasn’t a tiny woman, I had hips and boobs, all the curves that had come with puberty. I’d learned to love them, and I kept them toned with eating well – despite what was in my fridge – and exercise. Yoga, especially hot yoga, meant I could eat a little more of what I enjoyed without worrying about where those calories would attach themselves.
“You have no idea how fucking hot you are.” Nate’s voice sounded almost reverential. “I could stare at you for hours.”
“I’d rather we did something else.”
His laugh was dirty. “What the lady wants, the lady gets.” He closed the distance between us, dropping to his knees so his mouth was at the same height as my breasts, kissing the underside of each one. He trailed his fingers under my breasts, teasing the sensitive flesh there, then using a touch that felt like a feather. Little jolts of electricity flooded my nervous system, my skin starting to set on fire.
He grazed his fingertips around my nipples so gently that it was almost as if I was dreaming, reaching out to see if it was real. My nipples hardened further, tight little tips that were begging for his mouth. His hand cupped one breast, gently lifting it, ending with lightly pinching the tip. My underwear was already soaking, my body needy.
Any worries about consequences or what-ifs had gone, evaporating with the heat of my need. Nate applied his attention to one breast then the other, repeating his touch before cupping them both, his tongue flicking out to lick one nipple, the slight flick of his tongue enough to make my legs feel unstable and reach out for his shoulders. I’d had boyfriends who had been taken with my breasts in the past, but unlike Nate, they hadn’t known what to do to make me like them as much as they did. What Nate was doing now was a form of sweet torture, gently sucking and flicking, mixing the pressure of his touch and his tongue.
I’d never come from having my tits played with, but I didn’t feel that far off that now. Pressure had built between my legs, and I could feel my wetness soaking through, the scent of my own arousal more potent than my perfume or Nate’s cologne. I gulped as his hands slipped down my sides to my underwear, pushing down the sides and exposing all of me to him.
Then he dropped his mouth, pressing kisses down the middle of my stomach, over the slight curve of my belly, to between my legs.
The slight gasp from before was now a groan. He tongued my clit, licking it with enough pressure to make me see stars, his hands now on my ass, holding me to him like I was a cup and he was parched for my water.
The ministrations to my breasts had led me close enough to the edge that it took him only a minute and I broke, clutching onto his shoulders to stop myself from falling. When I caught myself, finding my breath and landing somewhere on the planet again, I looked down and saw his expression. Instead of being smug, which was what I’d expected, it was loaded with desire. Lust. So much that I almost felt afraid that this night was going to be the end of me, or at least ruin me for whichever man came next.
Nate picked me up with more ease than I thought possible, depositing me on the big bed, the sheets smooth and crumple free for now. He crawled over me, a lion about to enjoy his prey, only I was more than happy to be that prey right now, because there wouldn’t be any pain involved here.
He kissed his way along my collar bone, bracing himself over me on one hand and his knees, his other hand cupping between my legs, one of his fingers pushing into my heat, working it so I knew another orgasm wasn’t going to be that far off. I understood why he was so attentive; he wasn’t a selfish person in any way, there was no way Nate wouldn’t want his partner to find her pleasure, but he was also a very big guy and if he didn’t put the work in, it wouldn’t be as good for him.
My hips bucked; my second release imminent. His mouth found my nipple again, tugging on it with his teeth, the sizzle from between my legs to my breasts enough to power a small country. Then his hand had gone and his mouth was removed.
I watched, both bereft and spellbound, as he shucked out of his pants and underwear, taking a condom from his pocket. He smiled at me, his grin akin to the Big Bad Wolf as he looked at Little Red Riding Hood.
“On your hands and knees.” There were no manners involved now.
I did as I was told, my pussy angrily clenching around nothing, needing to be filled. I heard the slight crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then felt his hands on my hips, the palm of one first slapping my ass cheek, not enough to sting, but just enough to make my inner muscles spasm and a low moan vibrate from my chest.
I turned my head to watch what he was doing as much as I could, catching sight of his muscles from behind me, feeling his cock push against my entrance, the head of it running up and down my seam. One of his hands grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling it back but not with enough force to hurt, although it wasn’t gentle. At the same time, he pushed his erection fully inside me, impaling me on it. My moan was not quiet, and not low, my whole body now in some state of sensual trance.
It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t love making or some gentle, enraptured experience. This was fucking, but fucking with someone who cared.
I exploded on Nate’s third hard thrust, my body doing things I hadn’t known it could, wetness coming from me like I’d never known before. I mewled like a cat in heat, my shoulders lowered and the only reason my head wasn’t resting against the mattress was because Nate’s hand was still wrapped around my hair, controlling everything about this.
For once, I thrilled in not having that control. This had been about me from the moment I walked in the room, and even now, I knew that Nate hadn’t lost control, he wasn’t simply taking what he needed.
He let go of my hair, my head dropping down, my ass pressing back. His hands went to my hips, gripping them firmly as he sped up his deep thrusts, the movement making my pussy clench again. I wasn’t sure how many orgasms I’d had, or whether it had been one immense one that had continued. One of his hands dropped first to my breasts, caressing them briefly, then between my legs and finding my clit, which was swollen and sensitive. He rubbed it, starting another orgasm that made tears come from my eyes, and I felt him move even deeper inside me before his cock swelled and he came with a heavy groan.
We collapsed onto the bed, half his weight burying me, his arm resting across the part of my back where he wasn’t; his cock, still pulsing and still hard, inside me. Our breathing was hard, oxygen being fought for. My heart was just about recovering down to a pace that wasn’t worrying.
“I’ve never had that before.” I managed to get words out. “I don’t think I’ll be able to walk for the rest of the night.”
He kissed the back of my neck. “I’ll let you lie down.”
I managed to move so I could look at him. “You can go again after that?”
Nate laughed. “I’ve got a lot of need built up. I take it you couldn’t?”
My eyes narrowed. I was competitive, and I could rarely resist a challenge. “I can go again. I just need a few minutes to recover.” Maybe use the bathroom and clean up some.
Nate’s expression was sleepy. He moved me half onto his chest, holding me close to him. This was the part I couldn’t get too used to. Anything with him was temporary; he had daughters and I had no intention of being part of their lives, as much as I liked their father. I didn’t want a ready-made family to walk into, so I couldn’t let myself get used to this, because it would end.
I pushed those thoughts away, because now wasn’t the time for them to be playing out. We hadn’t had a conversation about this having legs or longevity; I knew his priority was his daughters and stabilising everything that they’d gone through and were still going through. This was just about scratching that itch.
We must’ve dozed off, exhausted with the intensity of the sex. I woke because Nate had sat up, probably suddenly. The duvet was now over us and for a second it felt more than just a hook up.
