I gripped him through his boxer briefs, my hand moving slowly from the tip of his cock to its base. The motion sent Nathan tipping his head back, the smile knocked straight off his face as he let out a guttural groan. His hips involuntarily thrusted into my fist, seeking more friction.
I said, “Yeah, exactly how I feel.”
“There are other things we can do, Bren.”
His roguish grin sent a zip of anticipation through me. Nathan’s hips pushed his cock back and forth through the grip of my hand. He beckoned me to him with a flick of his wrist.
“Take your panties off and come here.”
My body was already alight again, primed for Nathan, even after coming harder than I ever had only moments ago. That bossy tone of voice did something to me.
I eagerly shimmied out of my panties, discarding them on the floor with the other clothes. But I didn’t move toward Nathan’s face, beelining instead to remove his boxer briefs until they were nothing more than another piece of unneeded fabric.
His eyes darkened, watching me lick my palm before stroking his considerable length.
“Bren,” he choked out, “wrong… direction…”
“I said I needed youinsideme,” I said over my shoulder.
“If that’s what you need. Now… get. Over. Here.”
Ugh,thattone.
I scrambled toward him, positioning myself over his face, legs bracketing his head, back to the headboard. Nerves crept in, threatening to extinguish the warm feelings of need. I’d never been good at receiving oral sex, too focused on the other person’s opinion of me, whether I tasted good, or something I’d forgotten to do earlier in the day. It was never long before my body tensed defensively, and my partner chose to abandon his efforts.
“MyGod, Brenna,” Nathan said between kisses on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs. “You are fucking perfection.”
His words shoved every thought out of my mind.
“I’m so glad your flight got canceled,” I said through panted breaths.
“And we lost power.”
His tongue surged through my core as his fingers applied pressure to my swollen clit. I let out a moan, relishing the feel of his mouth on me before dropping my mouth to the head of his cock. His body jerked at the first contact of my tongue swirling the tip before running along the length of him.
I gave everything, taking him deep each time I slid my mouth down his shaft, letting him hit the back of my throat. My eyes watered, but I couldn’t stop—wouldn’tstop. I wanted to make him lose control, to feel as good as he made me feel. So good, he’d never be able to forget.
Nathan expertly wielded his tongue, discovering a spot that had me squirming against him. His hands clamped on my hips, keeping me in place as he applied more and more pressure, until I thought I might break apart from the inside.
I pulled my lips into my mouth, allowing my teeth to grip his cock tighter. His legs began spasming against my hands resting there, urging me on, and I knew he was close.
The two fingers Nathan pushed inside me sent me careening over the edge I’d been teetering on these last few minutes while I focused on his pleasure. I cried out against his dick but continued moving, my tongue pressing his skin while I moved up and down, savoring the way his body jerked in response to my touch.
Nathan let out a groan, from deep in his throat, against my core which he hadn’t stopped teasing. “Bren, I’m going to—”
I moved quickly down to the base, taking the hot liquid into my throat. I swallowed the evidence of how good I’d made Nathan feel.
He gently lifted me off him and moved me to my back. “Fucking hell, Brenna,” he said, before his lips landed on mine, both of us tasting ourselves in this kiss. “I’m never going to survive you.”
A weight pressed on my chest, filled with years of feelings for Nathan. I’d avoided this moment, when the valve would loosen and these feelings would consume me. But the way my body vibrated with need for him, from my lit-up brain to the rapid rise and fall of my chest to my curling toes, I couldn’t remember why.
“Good,” I whispered. “I don’t want you to.”
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NATHAN
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