But I move first, wanting the control, and push back into him.
His deep, pleasurable moans turn me inside out, boosting my ego, so I do it again.
“That’s it.” He grabs my hip with one hand, his other still working my clit, then he slowly pulls out and pushes back, letting me acclimate.
I scrunch my eyes shut. He repeats the movement, but this time he slides in with greater force, and I start to feel the pleasure build.
Oh…that’s good.
Unexpectedly good.
“Fuck. Yeah,” he whispers.
He hisses when I push back again and he begins to ride me, slow, shallow pumps at first, until I’m a panting mess, and the sound of the lube is echoing around us.
Deeper, faster, and yes…oh my god. My eyes roll, my toes curl. Who the hell knew this was so good?
It’s different…much more intense, overwhelming, and the pleasure building I already know is going to rock me into oblivion.
“So good.” I push back, bouncing into him, meeting him thrust for thrust.
“Oh, yeah,” he moans. “So fucking good.”
I smile into the mattress, happy that he’s loving this.
I look back, and Nate’s mouth is hanging open, watching as he pulls his dick out and slams back into me, over and over.
The sight of it must be turning him on, because he really starts to let me have it.
The headboard hits the wall as Nate gives it to me hard, fast, and oh so good.
Oh god…
“Nate,” I cry, grappling for the sheets as he drives hard into me.
My body convulses, and shocks me when an intense orgasm rips through me out of nowhere just as Nate tips his head back, moaning loudly, coming deep inside my body.
He holds himself still, his dick jerking with aftershocks, until we come down from our high and fall over onto the mattress.
I don’t know what comes over me.
The intensity, the pleasure, the overwhelming feeling of love I have for this man, I’m not sure, but tears begin to pool in my eyes.
He pulls me into his body, holding me tight to his chest. “I love you,” he whispers into my hair. “I fucking love you so much.” My chest starts to heave, the stress of the day finally catching up with us. “Shhh. I love you,” he repeats, rubbing small circles over my back. “I love you.”
He holds me like this, letting me break down after the best sex of our lives, for more than thirty minutes.
I lean back and kiss his big pouty lip. “I love you too.”
Our moment is interrupted when Nate’s phone starts vibrating against the nightstand.
“Leave us alone,” he moans, ignoring it, until it goes off again. “Oh fuck off.”
He leans over, and when he looks at the screen, his eyes light up in excitement.
He sits up and jumps out of bed.
“What is it?”
