Nate gave her the sexiest grin she’d ever seen a man wear. “I was going to ask if you had any regrets, but I guess this answers my question.”
“There’s only one thing I regret from last night.”
She shoved his shorts and boxers down, stopping mid-thigh. What she had planned didn’t require them to be completely off.
Concern flashed behind his eyes even as his solid spear of a cock bobbed between the magnificent V his muscles created.
“Wait, what do you regret?”
“Not having more time to do this.”
Without giving him a chance to protest, Gracie bent over at the waist and took him into her mouth as far as he would go.
“Oh, shit!” Nate’s hips instinctively moved forward. “Gracie, you don’t have to…” he moaned loudly before being able to finish his thought. “Baby, you don’t have to do this.”
She released him with a quiet pop and looked up. “I know I don’t have to.” She licked her lips. “I want to.”
Heat filled his eyes as one corner of his mouth rose. “Well, if you insist.” He was still looking her in the eyes when she sucked the salty tip between her lips again.
Slowly, she took more of him in, then worked her way back up. Gracie licked before swirling her tongue around the hot, swollen head.
Deciding to take all she could while she had the chance, she began licking her way down to the base…and below.
Using a hand to assist, Gracie lifted his heavy sack and ran her tongue back and forth against it.
“Fuck, baby,” Nate ground out. “Jesus, that feels amazing.”
Smiling against his delicate skin, Gracie took things a step further when she opened her mouth wide and carefully sucked part of it into her mouth.
“Ah, God,” Nate grunted breathlessly. “You’re killing me, here.”
Gracie almost stopped, but when she felt his hand resting on the top of her head, she knew he wanted more. Licking her way back up, she began sucking his shaft again.
Remembering how she nearly brought him to climax last night, Gracie added her fist, pumping him as she sucked. Putting a little twist in her grip as she moved, she felt him become impossibly harder beneath her palm.
Nate started to pant loudly, his breaths heaving in and out as she drew him closer and closer to orgasm. Gracie could feel her own moisture pooling inside her panties, her body aching for its own release.
God, there was nothing hotter than knowing she could affect him this way.
She opened her throat, preparing for the wave of hot semen. She’d never swallowed before, but Gracie couldn’t wait to taste Nate’s essence on her tongue.
Just when she thought it was going to happen, she felt herself being pulled up and away from the very thing she wanted most.
“What are you doing? You said I could—”
“Inside you,” he growled. “Now.”
He spun her around and guided them to the small kitchen table. The position of his shorts at his thighs constricted his stride, making his steps a bit jerky and awkward as they went.
At the table, he stopped in a space between two of the four chairs and proceeded to place her hands onto its flat surface. Nate yanked her shorts and panties down, hastily removing them from one ankle, but not bothering with the other.
With his hands on her hips, he pulled her backside toward him. Knowing what he wanted, Gracie slid her arms forward and lifted her ass in the air.
He used a leg to spread hers wider, and she smiled when she felt his blunt tip pressing against her entrance. More than ready to feel him moving inside her again, Gracie braced herself for the glorious intrusion. Then, he stopped.
“Shit. Condom.”
She felt him pull away and blurted, “I’m on the pill.” With a little more control, she added, “To help regulate things.”
