He’s beyond turned on at this point.
We both are.
The arousal between us swirls so quickly, I’m dizzy with need.
“Yes,” I admit.
He pulls back, then stands, panting hard, cupping himself over his jeans. “Upstairs, on the bed, on your knees.” He slaps my ass. “Now.”
Why is demanding Nate so sexy?
I hurry up the steps and get into position, and it feels like an hour later when I hear footsteps behind me.
I look, and he stops behind me. He’s completely naked now.
He reaches forward and palms the globes of my behind. “I need you here tonight, Mads.”
I nod. “I know.”
This is important to Nate, and I knew tonight would be the night we both let go of everything and give ourselves to each other completely.
He massages me, and my eyes close at how good it feels. “I’ll do my best not to hurt you. I’ll go slow. Do you trust me?”
“With my life.”
He grabs the lube, uncaps it, and pours it all over my behind. It drips down my crack into my sex and the back of my thigh, onto the bed.
Jeez. How much freaking lube do we need?
He pours more into his hand, and he oils his shaft, stroking himself as he stares at me wide open. He steps up closer, getting on the bed behind me, and slides his fingers back into my ass, pumping me for so long, I almost can’t breathe, allowing the pleasure to take over my body.
“Kiss me.”
I turn my head enough so he can take my lips. That’s when I feel him slowly pull out his finger and replace it with the head of his cock and push forward.
“Ouch.” He presses forward a little more, and I scrunch up my face when shooting pain rockets through my body.
Oh my god.
“Let me in, Mads.”
I try to relax, to control my breathing, but nothing’s helping.
He attempts to kiss me again, but I can’t focus on that, so he moves his lips across my shoulders, over my back.
I want to do this for him…for us.
When I catch my breath, I push back, fighting through pain, encouraged by Nate’s deep guttural moans.
“That’s it, babe. Take it slow, there’s no rush.” He reaches forward, and his oiled fingers rub firm circles over my clit. I feel my whole body relax, then he pushes the rest of the way in.
“Ahhh…”
“I’m in, babe. I’m in.” He kisses me. “Shh. Breathe.” His fingers don’t stop moving, and I’m glad, because I need that pleasure as a distraction.
I take a deep breath after a few minutes.
“You can move,” I tell him.
