“Never been better,” he grinds out. “Just trying my hardest not to embarrass myself. You’re so tight it feels incredible.”
“Oh.” I grin,nowit’s my turn to feel pretty pleased myself.
The pain has dulled, and my stomach flips in anticipation.
I want this to be memorable for both of us.
“Move, Nate,” I demand.
And he does, pulling out and in slowly until I’m withering below him.
It’s still a bit uncomfortable. Dull pain throbs somewhere within me, but with my eyes on Nate and his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, my pleasure overpowers everything else.
Nate’s thighs widen, pushing mine back as he holds himself up with straight arms, building a quick pace.
My mouth hangs open, and my breath heaves, enthralled at the image of Nate so lost in lust above me.
There is a coating of perspiration down his chest while his eyes roll back into his head, and just the sound of our bodies coming together has me already there.
“Nate.” His name faintly slides through my lips.
He leans down and kisses me with such love and emotion that it pushes me over the edge, and I’m thankful he’s right there with me.
We don’t howl it to the moon or moan each other’s names. Instead, we hold each other tight and relish in the sensations running through us.
I am overcome with emotion, and tears quickly gather in my eyes.
Nate leans up and swipes them away. A slow smile touches his lips, one of understanding rather than triumph.
“I love you.” He kisses my shoulder. “My perfect goddess.”
9
Maddie Grace
“Come on, Mads.”Nate’s voice is strained as he tries to pry my arms from around his neck, but I hold on tighter, sobbing openly against his chest, completely unbothered by the scene I’m making.
“Don’t make me say goodbye yet.” My tears soak into the fabric, probably mixed with whatever is coming out of my nose, but I couldn’t care less.
“Maddie, please. You’re breaking my heart hearing you cry like this. We’re not saying goodbye, ever.”
I suck in a shaky breath and finally pull back, but I refuse to look him in the eye. “But I won’t see you for ayear, Nate. How are you okay with this?”
“Look at me,” he demands, with a voice sharper than usual, and when I do, I see the same devastation, the same ache that’s been sitting in my chest all morning. “I amnotokay with this. I wish I were going home with you.”
That makes me smile through my tears. “To my little hillbilly town?”
“Yes, actually, I do. If you’re there, I want to be there, but unfortunately, that’s not in the cards at the moment.”
I want to whine and stomp my feet like a child.
This is not fair.
“One year is too long.”
He caresses my face, wiping away my tears, like he’s memorizing every inch of me. “You’re right. One year is ridiculously long. But it will go by quickly once school starts for both of us. We’ll Skype constantly, and Mase said he’s getting you a cell phone once he starts his new job at school.”
“Okay,” I pout.
