“Will you help me get the hell out of this dress? I’m done with clothes.”
His head snaps up. “Now Ireallycan’t complain.”
Nate wastes no time. I gather my hair and his hands find the zipper. I feel like I can breathe when it’s off of my body.
“You looked gorgeous in it, but I prefer the view when that thing is off.”
Nate presses a kiss to my neck. I may be tired, but I have an instant reaction to that. It’s a shame that we didn’t have the energy to do anything the night before.
I want to find a way tonight.
Leaning into him, I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. “Bed or couch?” he asks.
My eyes pop open. “Forward, aren’t we?”
“I had to watch you in that dress all night and barely touched you. Trust me, I was asaint.”
The bed would be more comfortable, but we don’t wind up making it there. Once I spin around to kiss him, he’s backing me up until we’re plopping on the couch. I wind up in his lap, straddling his hips.
When we did this last time, our future felt like it was in flux. Neither of us were on the same page, and this felt so delicate that I was afraid of breaking it.
This time, we know exactly where we stand. It doesn’t have to be delicate. It’s just us.
I work to get his clothes off, needing to even things up, and he removes my underwear, leaving the two of us completely naked. The only time we stop is to grab a condom from my purse.
When all of this started, I was worried we would ruin things. What I didn’t know is that it could bebetter. Instead of worrying about what could go wrong, I should have seen what would go right.
I can feel him against my pussy, and I’m tempted to take him inside of me. But as I shift, his cock brushes against my clit, and I can’t help but let out a moan at the contact.
“Does that feel good, honey?” he whispers into my mouth.
“Ah, yes. But?—”
“Then do it again and again. However long you want to.”
I should know not to argue with him about this. Nate knows me far too well, and he’s only been patient about how long it takes me to come.
I don’t know why I keep forgetting.
It’s nice to drive this time, and I move my hips up and down along his hardness, chasing a feeling that’s new to me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, but the pressure is exactly what I need.
Nate stops kissing me long enough to bury his face in my neck. His teeth gently nip my skin and my entire body erupts in gooseflesh. He immediately notices and does it again.
My hands move from his shoulders up to his hair to keep his mouth against my neck. This time, his mouth attaches to my skin, and I know that I’ll have a hickey tomorrow.
It’ssoworth it.
As seconds turn to minutes, this is usually when I start to get insecure about how long it takes for my body to respond. I’m arching into him, so focused on the moment that I don’t care what time is passing. I know Nate is here with me, and there’s no race to the finish line with him.
It hits me as I continue rubbing up and down that Ihave so much more to experience with him. I want to find everything that makes him tick, and I want him to do the same to me.
I don’t think something purely for my own benefit will do anything for Nate, but as I move, his jaw tightens and he throws his head back against the couch.
“Fuck, berry. You feel so good.”
I don’t realize how out of breath I am until I try to speak. “R-really?”
“Yes.” His hips jolt upward, adding to the pressure. I gasp and try to keep it together, but it feels way too good.
