‘Nate, I’m going to…’
His thumb circles my swollen clit as his fingers dip inside of me. That magic mouth moves to my other nipple. I want to come, but I don’t want this to end. I want to do this forever, or all night at least.
Hot white jolts of electricity surge through every cell in my body. I shudder and shake through a climax so powerful it’s debilitating. Every time I think it’s subsiding, another hot wave detonates until I’m utterly spent, trembling on top of the man who just ruined me.
Because I am ruined.
How can anyone else compare to that?
‘Did I mention how fucking hot you are? How watching you come undone on my fingers was the most fun I’ve had all year?’ Nate tilts his head to the side, a satisfied smirk lifting his lips.
‘Is that some sort of joke?’ The man is a poster pin-up. Hell, his posters were pinned all over my bedroom (well, the inside of my wardrobe door. I wouldn’t have dared to pin anything to the jacquard wallpaper in my parents’ house).
‘Do I look like I’m laughing?’
He doesn’t. He looks extraordinarily serious. Emphasis on the extraordinary. And his fingers are still inside me.
Inching backwards over his huge thick thighs, I reach for the buckle of his trousers, silently seeking permission with my eyes.
‘I don’t do this. Ever.’ Those perfect white Hollywood teeth bite into his lower lip. ‘Fuck, Holly, look what you’ve done to me.’
And I do look, right as his enormous cock springs from that zip.
‘So fucking hot.’ I use his own words. They’re only the truth. I swipe across his glistening tip with my thumb, then place it in my mouth. ‘So. Fucking. Wet.’
His head lolls back against the couch as he watches me lick his slickness. ‘You should have been an actress; you learnt all my lines without even trying.’
‘So they were just lines, were they?’ I suck my thumb harder and take his impressive length in my other hand and pump.
‘No, sweetheart. They weren’t “just lines.” Funnily enough, they came straight from my emotionally stunted soul.’
I have no idea what he’s talking about, but it doesn’t matter.
Thank fuck Savannah packed condoms. I’m going to need them. Now.
Nate takes his cock from my hands and rubs the tip of it against my slippery entrance.
‘Let me get something.’ I scoot backwards over his rigid quads and stand like a baby fawn taking its first steps, legs trembling clumsily beneath me. ‘I’ll be right back.’
I wobble up the stairs and fumble in my suitcase for the one thing I was certain I wasn’t going to need.
‘Hurry, Holly. I need you.’ Nate’s gritty voice demands from below.
I grab two shiny squares for good measures and catapult back down the stairs. He’s waiting in the same position on the couch. Jeans undone, cock standing to attention like a general ready for action.
My legs slide over his as I open the condom with my teeth and roll it over his thick length.
Grabbing my hips, he lifts me up like I’m weightless and positions his tip at my slick entrance. I don’t wait for him to push himself in. Parting myself wider, I take him in, inch by life-affirming inch.
This afternoon, I wanted to die of shame.
Perhaps I did?
Because this feels like fucking heaven.
‘Holly, you’re killing me.’ He drives into me, thrusting upwards as I roll my hips over and over and over again. Firm fingers grip my ass, pumping me harder on top of him.
It’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Nor am I ever likely to again. Which is why I’m giving him everything I’ve got.
