“Honestly, I’m not sure. I’ve tried it before and it didn’t result in anything.”
“Let me guess, Rob got tired.”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I’m not him.” The words are laced with a firm tone.
“I know that, Nate. Seriously, I do. But I’ve had a not-so-fun experience, and I don’t want that to happen again.”
“Then I’ll hold off. Or we can try it. All you need to do is enjoy it. If you won’t, then we’ll find something you do enjoy.”
“And what about you? What do you enjoy?”
“Fucking anything when it comes to you. Seriously, berry, you could step on me and I’d be down for it.”
I can’t help the shocked laugh that escapes me. “Step on you? Is that a kink I’ve not heard about?”
“Maybe. I don’t kink shame.” He presses a kiss to my hip. “But I’m serious. Anything to do with you and I’m happy.”
If it were anyone else, I would think he was feeding me a line. But he’s more than proven himself every day on this vacation.
And I can’t be restricted by what happened with Rob.
“O-okay then. Let’s try it.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Nervous, but sure.”
“You know you can tell me if you wanna switch it up, right?”
“I do. And I will.”
“That’s my girl. Now get the hell out of your head and let me eat you out.”
Jesus.I didn’t know he could talk like this. But I like seeing this side of him.
With a tug, my shorts and underwear come off in one movement. I have to resist the urge to hide like I would with anyone else. It’sNate. He would never judge me.
Slowly, my thighs part, and he’s in between them.
Nate remembers what I said earlier. I don’t like direct stimulation, so he goes around. His tongue feels different than his fingers did, different from the one time I tried this before and it didn’t end well.
It doesn’t feel bad, but it’s new. Historically, new things take me a while to get used to.
“Th—” He gets a really good movement in and it stops me, but then I continue. “N-Nate, this’ll take a while. Just a warning.”
Nate lifts up just enough to say, “Good. I’m having a great time down here.”
When he goes back in, he’s bolder. His tongue catches the edgeof my clit, and I have to stop myself from flinching as the sensation rushes through me.
“Too sensitive?” he asks.
I shake my head immediately. I’ve always been so sure of what I want, butthatis perfect. That is what I need.
Nate does it again. And again. Not one after another, or else I’d be jumping out of my skin, but just enough to make me feel like I’m at the edge right before he drags me off it.
I forget about time. About the end goal. It’s just me and him on this bed, and he’s making me feel like I’m floating in the sky. Finally, I have no thoughts other than what he’s doing to me.
