Her wicked grin told him she loved his struggle.
Still grasping him, she moved, pushing the thin strip of her panties aside and teasing his tip with her slick, swollen opening.
Nate ran his hands up her rib cage to her breasts, attempting to divert her. Failing. “Soph…”
“Yeah?” she said, her voice whispering directly into his ear.
“We should use something.”
Her breath came out in a shudder, as if she was ready to go again and into this.
“I’m on the pill,” she managed. “And clean…”
He nodded and sent a prayer of thanks to whoever was listening. “Same. Well … the clean part.”
Sophie let out a shaky laugh. “Okay, then.”
She slid him inside of her, sheathing him tightly, drawing a low, primal moan from him. Eyes closed, she didn’t immediately move. Nate tried to calm the fuck down and reel himself in before he embarrassed himself.
With her hair draping over both of them, she grinded and pivoted her hips, her breasts bouncing front and center. Nate knew the erotic image would be imprinted on his brain forever. He grabbed the globes of her ass and held on, bucking with her movements, losing his mind and matching her intensity as it increased to a fevered pitch.
“I’ve never … come … more than once,” she said, throwing her head back, her breathing shallow and uneven.
“No time like the present, darlin’,” he managed.
She arched her back and moaned his name and a stream of other things, and that was all she wrote. Nate thrust into her and came for all he was worth.
Breathing hard, Sophie collapsed onto his chest, reaching to pull the blanket over her shoulders. Nate wrapped his arms around her and held her, registering the sound of the surf and the chill in the air for the first time in several minutes. Her sweet scent enveloped him as her hair fell over his cheek.
“That wasn’t what I was thinking when I admired this balcony before, but I gotta say I like it even more now.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek.
Sophie smiled lazily and turned her head to look at him. “Your open-mindedness is admirable.”
“Flexibility is a virtue, right? We seem to make a good, flexible team. I’d say a twelve on a scale of ten. At least.”
“I’m afraid I’m out of practice.”
He laughed, a low, satisfied sound. “You can practice on me anytime, darlin’.”
The breeze picked up momentarily, and with the sweaty sheen covering both of them, it had a chilly edge to it.
“How do you feel about shooting for a thirteen out of ten in a hot shower?” he asked, thinking it’d be even more stupendous to have her fully naked this time.
She shifted on his lap and reached between them, to his semi-hard cock, making it stiffen more. “Really?”
“I wouldn’t lie about such matters,” he said.
“I like to think I’m generally up for a challenge. And there is that competitive side of me.”
“I was banking on it.” Nate sat up straight, wound his hands beneath her amazing ass, braced a leg on either side of the lounger, and stood with her in his arms. “So how do you feel about coming three times or more in one night?”
13
The number was more than five by the time Sophie and Nate were tangled up, naked, in her bed under the blankets. She rested her head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat.
She was practically buzzing from the attention he’d given her body and slightly dazed with fatigue, but she couldn’t ignore the faint uneasiness starting to jab at her, trying to wipe out all the good stuff of the past few hours.
Though she tried not to let it filter into her consciousness, it wasn’t hard to figure out the cause: She’d never allowed a man in her bed. Definitely never let a man stay all night at her place. The very few men she’d slept with before had been elsewhere — at their apartments, hotels, whatever. Purposely not her home.
