His hips shot off the mattress as a sudden, wet heat hit his throbbing dick. Moaning loudly, Nate used one fist to clutch the bedding beside him and the other to gather some of Gracie’s hair as she ran her tongue over the tip before taking more of him in.
Due to his generous size, most women he’d been with had trouble getting past the first few inches without gagging. Gracie, however, lowered her head until he felt himself hit the back of her throat.
“Jesus,” Nate exhaled loudly then moaned again. He felt her smile around his solid shaft.
His sounds of approval must have spurred her into action, because Gracie began sucking and licking with a little more force, then.
She fisted the base as much as her small fingers would allow, and when she began pumping even faster, that familiar tingling in his spine warned him the end was near.
“Nope.”
In one fluid motion, Nate pulled her off and spun them around so he was on top, once again.
“What?” Gracie looked up at him with confusion. “I-I thought you liked what I was doing.”
“Trust me, I liked it.” He kissed her, using those few seconds to regroup. “Too much.”
“Oh.” She smiled wide then, clearly proud of her ability to please him.
He hopped up from the bed and grabbed the foil square from the nightstand. Using his teeth, he opened the wrapper.
A small, almost indiscernible noise came from the back of her throat when he slid the protection over his pulsing cock.
I know the feeling, baby.
Crawling back onto the bed, he repositioned his body over hers. Supporting his weight with one elbow, he used his other hand to tuck a tuft of hair behind her ear.
Concern flittered behind her eyes as she quietly admitted, “It’s been a while, Nate.” She licked her lips nervously. “Like, over a year.”
His chest swelled. It was a Neanderthal way to think, but he loved that no one else had been given the pleasure of experiencing her body in so long.
Needing to make sure she felt safe with him, he gave her his own admission. “I haven’t been with anyone in a long while, either. Several months, actually.”
“Really?”
Nate chuckled. “Really. I’m not quite the hound dog Kole makes me out to be.”
This clearly made her happy, because Gracie lifted her hips toward his even more. Her body’s way of telling him it was ready to join with his.
Repositioning himself above her, Nate reached between them and aligned his cock to her core. Christ, just the of feeling her hot, drenched opening pressing against him was almost all the pleasure he needed. Almost.
Because he felt like it, Nate leaned down and kissed her slowly. When he pulled back, he whispered, “Ready?”
Gracie nodded. “More than.”
With his eyes locked on hers, he linked their hands together on either side of her head then slowly began pushing himself forward. She was tight and he was big, so it took a few seconds just to get the tip all the way in.
Determination flashed across her face and they both moved together to work him inch by inch into her molten core.
Holy. Fuck.
Gracie’s body was like a vise, gripping him with such strength, he wasn’t sure she’d ever let go. Not that Nate wanted her to.
For the first time in his life, he felt truly connected to a woman. And not just physically.
“God, you feel good,” he moaned as he pumped his cock in and out slowly. “Never felt anything so fucking good.”
It wasn’t just a line. Being with Gracie was like finding the piece to a puzzle. One he never realized was missing.
