With trembling hands, I reached for the buttons of my shirt. Nate's eyes never left me as I slowly unfastened each one, then slipped out of the shirt. Reaching behind me, I unhooked my bra. Though there was nothing seductive about the way I stripped, my actions clearly had an effect on Nate. The desire in his eyes deepened as I removed my white lace bra and dropped it on the floor.
I hesitated for a second before pushing my jeans and panties the rest of the way down my legs and stepping out of them. As I stood before Nate, hiding nothing from him, my cheeks heated. Though it wasn't the first time I'd been naked in front of a man, there was something about this moment that felt different, more significant. Nate's gaze exposed me in a way I'd never experienced before. I didn't want to examine what this new sense of vulnerability meant.
My breath caught at the back of my throat as he stepped forward and kissed me, softly but firmly. He traced the seam of my lips with his tongue then pushed it into my mouth. One of his hands moved to wrap lightly around my throat, his thumb stroking the sensitive skin over my pulse point. I brought my hands up to his chest so I could feel the reassuringly strong beat of his heart. It struck me, as I flattened my palms against him that while I was completely naked, Nate was still fully clothed.
Pulling back from our kiss, he rested his forehead against mine.
"Are you sure?" he asked.
"Yes."
Straightening, Nate broke the contact between us. His hands moved to my shoulders, and he walked me backward until mylegs hit the side of the bed. I hissed as I dropped to the mattress, my ass landing on the cool sheets.
"Lean back and spread your legs," Nate ordered.
I had to fight a moment of embarrassment before I did as he asked. He stared down at me, then dropped to his knees on the floor. He placed his hands on my knees then slid them up to my inner thighs. A tremor ran through me as he caressed the hypersensitive skin there.
"Open wider," Nate said.
I took a breath, then moved my feet farther apart, revealing more of myself to him. Nate came closer and pressed a soft kiss to my stomach that made me shudder with anticipation. He trailed kisses lower, until he reached my feminine mound. His breath whispered over my intimate flesh, and that was almost enough to make me come apart.
He looked up at me then, his eyes locking with mine. The question in them was clear. Did I want this?
My thoughts were so scrambled that words eluded me, so I answered with a slight nod. The first touch of his tongue against my clit was light, teasing. I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily. Nate tightened his grip, holding me in place. His tongue swept along the length of my pussy, a little firmer this time, but he was still in no hurry. My patience didn't match his, and I whined in desperation.
"Patience, honey." Nate chuckled.
He slid his hand up and slowly pushed one long, thick finger inside me. I clenched around him. He groaned, the low vibration sending a fresh wave of pleasure through me. Pumping his finger in and out, he fucked me at a languorous pace that matched the unhurried circles his tongue traced around my clit.
"Nate, please," I begged, needing more.
He added a second finger, stretching me as his tongue continued its sensual assault, pressing harder against thethrobbing bundle of nerves. I gripped the sheets between my fingers as an exquisite pressure built inside me.
My breaths grew shallower. "Nate, I'm…"
He didn't let up. He curled his fingers inside me to stroke that spot that made me see stars. The coil in my stomach sprung open, and I cried out as a powerful climax crashed over me. Arching off the bed, I convulsed helplessly with the force of my release. When it was over, I was left trembling, breathless.
Nate gentled his touch, easing me through the aftershocks of my orgasm with soft, deliberate laps of his tongue and the careful caress of his fingers.
Nate stood and quickly removed his clothes. He paused for a moment, allowing me to examine him. His wasn't the physique of a man who spent hours in a gym. Those muscles had been earned through hard work on the vineyard. His skin was tanned, his chest lightly dusted with hair. My breath hitched as I took in the long, thick erection jutting proudly from his body.
"Move back," he urged as he knelt on the bed, then crawled over me.
He propped himself up on his elbows, then reached up with one hand to gently brush a stray hair from my cheek. I turned to press my lips to his palm. He responded by lowering his head and kissing me again. This was nothing like before. There was an urgency to it. His tongue stroked mine, and I tasted myself, a musky yet sweet flavor that was incredibly erotic. I curved my hand around the back of his neck, trying to bring us even closer.
"Nate," I murmured as I drew back from the kiss. "I need you."
He propped himself up and stared down at me, his gaze a heady mix of raw desire and tenderness. He positioned himself at my entrance, the thick head of his cock nudging my slick, sensitive folds.
My breath caught as he pressed inside me, one tantalizing inch at a time. His eyes never strayed from mine as he filled me completely. He paused for a moment, giving me a chance to adjust to the stretch.
Then I lifted my hips, and his control snapped. He moved quickly, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in again, his pace fast and furious from the start as if he'd been holding himself back too long. I wrapped my legs around him, crossing my ankles at his back. With each determined thrust, his cock dragged against my throbbing clit. I gripped his shoulders, digging my nails in until he hissed loudly. The pain only spurred him on.
As he fucked me with ruthless determination, his mouth fell on mine once more for a desperate kiss. Each time he drove deeper into my welcoming body, my pleasure intensified. His thrusts became erratic as he too reached the point of no return.
His hand snaked between our bodies to find my clitoris with unerring accuracy. Already close, it took a mere brush of his fingertips to send me over the edge. I shattered as a blissful surge ripped through me. Vision blurring, I cried out as my body quaked. My pussy clenched, milking Nate's cock.
We lay there in the afterglow for several long seconds, entangled in each other, before Nate carefully pulled out of me and rolled to the side. He wrapped an arm around my shoulder, drawing me to him.
