He huffs a laugh into my cheek. “Normally you wouldn’t be wrong, but I save up all my patience each day. Andthisseems like a good place to use it.”
“But—”
“Stop worrying your pretty little head for five minutes. It’s just me.”
I take a shaky breath as he continues. I make a conscious effort to not think. To enjoy the moment. I’m in bed withNate. And he just said he wasn’t in a rush.
Instead of thinking of all the things I could be doing wrong to make this happen, I focus on each of his movements. Nate’s moving up and down rhythmically, going right next to my clit, giving it just enough attention.
I enjoy it each time.
There’s no deadline for this, and every time I want there to be one, I remember Nate’s words. He’s right here, with me, and I canseethat there’s no rush. It’s plain as day on his face.
Finally, I feel it build. I try not to put too much pressure on myself, but I know each time feels better and better.
And when the dam bursts, I erupt with a cry. I don’t know how, but it feels better coming from Nate rather than my own hand. I’m used to rushed heat flowing through me. My pleasure always had to fitaround Rob’s.
But this is only my own. Nate’s taken the time to make sure I feel good on my own terms, and every nerve ending feels the eruption stronger than I thought possible. I’m a mess of moans as it takes over, and my vision goes black as I feel every millisecond of pleasure I can.
When it’s over, I have to catch my breath as if I’ve been running. Then I finally catch sight of Nate. He’s leaning on his hand, smirking at me.
“So, what have we learned?” he asks.
“You don’t get to gloat,” I say. “I do.”
“You’re right. You do. You got out of your own head.”
“I can do what I’m told sometimes. And sometimes, I do whatever I want.”
I roll us over, getting him on his back before I work with his shorts. Never have I been more glad we were in such casual clothes.
When his cock springs free, though, I freeze. I knew I’d be working with more than I was used to by feel alone, but this is ...
“Uh, berry?” he says, bringing me out of my thoughts. “It’s feeling a little like I’m on display here.”
“Jesus. How did I not notice this thing before?”
“This thing? Rude.”
“Thisthingis massive. It’s a compliment.”
He laughs, his smirk only growing. “To answer your question, I’ve masterednotletting you know I’m hard.”
“You mastered it the last few times we shared a bed?”
“I did it as a teen.”
My eyes widen. “You must have been a horny teen, then.”
“Obviously. I had you to look at.”
It’s his turn to bring me down by the nape of the neck to kiss him. My mind stumbles over the words before I melt into him.
Eventually, I can feel him against my leg and I wrap my hand around the base of his cock before moving up and down gently. He sucks in a sharp breath of air. My core contracts around nothing, and I know I need him inside of me.
Pulling away, I hunt down the condoms we’d stashed when we first got here.
“Wha—Maisie? Where are you going?”
