His hands curl through my hair, keeping me pressed into him. Normally, something like that would be a distraction, but every one of my cells is on fire, and the things he does send me careening even closer to the edge.
My hands tighten as my body lights up. Nate must know what’s coming, and he moves from my neck to a spot right on my collarbone, a place where I’m even more sensitive.
I shudder against him, my orgasm washing over me like a wave I don’t want to stop. My eyes close and I let out a moan that sounds like his name as I’m taken captive by pure pleasure.
“That was fast,” Nate says sometime later.
I take a second to catch my breath. “I didn’t keep track.”
“Good. You shouldn’t.” He arches his hips up one more time and I nearly jump into the air. I’m so sensitive, I feel like a live wire. “Sorry. Too much?”
“For now. But that just means we can do other things.”
“I’m at your mercy,” he says. “Do whatever you want.”
I feel him at my core and I press down slightly. I’m tempted to make this slow, to take him in one inch at a time so I’m not sore in the morning.
But Ilikeremembering what we’ve done. And I want to remember this.
“I don’t want you to be at my mercy,” I say.
Nate pauses and raises his eyebrow. “And what do you want?”
“Flip me over and fuck me.Hard.”
“You sure?”
I nod. “Yes. Very sure. Don’t take it easy on me.”
He presses a kiss to my lips. “Then I feel the need to apologize in advance and say I love you.”
“I love you too, but there’s no need for apologies.”
“Save that thought for after.”
It feels like I’m airborne when Nate flips me over. I’m pressed into the couch as he takes me from behind. I have no time to adjust to the new position before he lines himself up and slams inside of me.
“Oh,fuck.”That’s all I can manage as he fucks me exactly how I want him to. My pussy burns as I’m stretched to the max.
It’s too much. It’s perfect.
I never want it to end.
Everything around me disappears and all I can focus on is him. Nate has stamina that lasts, and he only seems to speed up. I’m a mess of broken moans as he thrusts into me with a ruthlessness I didn’t think possible.
Something builds underneath the movement. Something with no expectation, just feeling.
“Fuck, honey. I’m gonna come.”
All I can do is moan in response. His hand curls through my hair, tugging it back.
And then I’m thrown over the edge into an orgasm that I don’t expect. I’m not used to coming twice, and the fire that washes over me takes me away, shooting me into the stars as I lose myself.
I need to do this again. I need to do this a million times, actually.
When Nate finally stops, he’s just as out of breath as I am, and leans over my body.
“Holy shit,” he says with a ragged breath. Then he kisses my shoulder. “Are you okay? Was that too much?”
