"What's the plan?" His voice is thick as he comes down onto his forearms, caging me with his hulking frame. "Tell me what you want, beautiful."
"You," I whisper. “Inside me." My hand skims down his back to grab his ass, pulling his hips toward mine to emphasize my point.
His fingers entwine with my other hand, pulling it up over my head. "Tell me if I should slow down or stop.” His breath is ragged as he eases forward gently, sliding his stiff cock inside me.
I’m lost on an ocean of new sensations as my body opens for his. "Wow," I breathe. "That’s…intense."
"Fuck, you're so tight," he grits out through clenched teeth. "Soft, and wet, and perfect."
He sinks a bit deeper, then just when I feel I couldn’t possibly be stretched any further open he retreats, teasing me with tentative pulses until I'm shivering from head to toe with lust. I feel as if I've had too much caffeine and sugar and ridden three roller coasters in a row. Adrenaline is throbbing through my temples, my nipples and my pussy as he gradually pushes deeper.
Nate is so gentle as he tests my limits, his hips maintaining perfect control of his rigid length, moving back and forth as I open for him. There’s a shift within me, and suddenly he is able to sink deeper, until finally I feel his body pressing to mine.
"Oh!" I moan, my legs instinctively wrapping around him.
The grinding sound coming from his throat could've been "Fucking hell," but I'm not sure. He stills, holding himself insideme, just pulsing, both of us trying to breathe, until my hips began to shift restlessly.
"Gorgeous, smart, makes detailed plans,andhas the tightest, silkiest, most heavenly pussy in the world?" His eyes turn darker as he nods. "That's my girl."
My fingers tighten against his when he starts to move, a slow, undulating rhythm that makes me whine and shiver. Then he releases my hand to fist the back of my hair, his other palm gripping my waist, holding me in place so he can thrust faster, deeper, the mattress beginning to bounce from his efforts.
His lips dance a trail along my throat. “Gonna take a vacation to ride this pussy for a week straight,” he murmurs. “Gonna bury my face between your thighs every day. Gonna live to make you come. Draw those little noises out of you every chance I get."
I didn't even realize I was making noises, but yes – soft whimpers, cries and moans, plus a weird raspy gasp every time he pounds me deep, as if the air is leaving my lungs.
I've always been able to focus well. Now, the only things that exist for me are the way he grips me so possessively and the way he studies my entire body to make sure I'm okay with his increasingly rough motions. Having his entire attention on me feels incredible.
"You're perfect," he growls, as a tiny bead of sweat rolls down his temple. He kisses me deeply, his tongue moving in my mouth so gently compared to the steady pounding between my thighs.
I love how in control Nate is. He knows exactly what I need – how fast, how hard, how much. He reaches between us to spread my folds, making sure that my clit is grinding against the base of his shaft with every stroke. I shiver and twitch at the increased contact as my legs clamp around him harder, like a vice.
"So sexy," he growls, pulling away slightly to stare into my eyes. He's gripping the back of my head with one hand, my hipwith the other, pinning me perfectly for every long, thorough thrust.
The pressure is incredible. My nipples are burning from rubbing against his hard chest. My clit is hypersensitive from the stimulation. And my previously untouched pussy is already addicted to the feeling of Nate’s huge cock tunnelling in and out, growing impossibly bigger.
A blast of heat and vibration swirls around my core as the climax rips through me.
"I can feel you coming, baby," he groans, his breath ragged as he stares into my eyes.
It feels like I'm gushing around his cock just before it pulses hard, then shakes inside me as Nate comes with a roar, drowning out my own cries of pleasure. We moan and twitch together, kissing and caressing, my pulse still thundering in my ears.
After a few moments, Nate kisses my forehead. "Don't. Move." He hurries to the bathroom and returns with a warm, wet towel to clean my inner thighs and still-tingling pussy. He quickly scrubs the wet spot on the bed with a dry corner of the towel. "Good thing this is on my side."
We laugh, then he gets back into bed, holding me close. “Baby, was that…" He pauses.
"Everything I was hoping for? Yes. And more."
His head tilts to catch my lips, kissing me for a full minute before he shifts back. "Good."
As a drift off in his arms, all I can think about is the way he cares for me and always puts me first. It feels like a brand-new life out here, and I'm falling in love with it.
Not to mention, I'm falling in love with Nate.
13
NATE
Bailey smiles as she looks out the truck window as we drive downtown. "The forest is so beautiful here," she murmurs.
