“Fuck,” he says, his head bowing. He thrusts deeper, harder. The sensations are overwhelming, and I lose all sense of time. His fingers grip my chin as his eyes pierce mine. Sweat beads on his temple, and his skin glistens from the exertion. I arch up into him with another cry of pleasure as he brings me to climax, my walls squeezing him in a death grip. He slows his thrusts as the last of my orgasm ebbs away, yet I have no idea how he hasn’t come yet. This man has stamina.
He bares his teeth. “Are you going to let me take you from behind?”
Oh, my days. “Yes,” I reply, my breathing heavy. The thought of him having that control over me only turns me on more.
“Going to need you on all fours.”
I feel the loss as he slides out of me. I push up onto my elbows and watch the way he shamelessly gazes at my pussy, his nostrils flaring as his fingers dip in and out of me before bringing them to his mouth and sucking them on a deep, guttural moan.
I’m overcome with jealousy, wanting to taste him, so I rub my thumb over the head of his arousal to swipe his pre-cum and then mimic his actions by sucking it into my mouth.
He grabs his shaft, fisting it hard as he watches me lick my thumb clean.
“All fours. Now.” His command has my lower stomach clenching with arousal because Nathan telling me what to do in the bedroom might just be one of my new favourite games to play.
I can feel the creamy liquid as I move onto my knees and support myself with my hands, looking over my shoulder. He palms my arse cheeks, spreading me wide. I wait, expecting him to thrust into me hard, but instead, he takes his time, both of us succumbing to the pleasure which seems to inebriate us both.
Every time he drives into me slowly and pulls almost all the way out, my pussy pulses, the sounds of a symphony of wet unadulterated arousal filling the room.
Together, we are explosive. One moment he’s taking me from behind, and the next, I’m on my back as he takes one of my legs in the crook of his elbow, the penetration on a whole other level. This time when I come, everything stills, the air in my lungs, my sight, my hearing, it’s a moment of complete bliss—pure heaven.
I think I must have blacked out because when I come to, Nathan is stroking my cheek so tenderly it makes my chest ache. Both of us are breathing hard, neither of us can speak, but our silence says all we need to as we hold one another’s gaze.
When he finally pulls out of me, his cum follows, coating me between my legs and all over my sheet where I’m lying. He gets out of the bed and holds out his hand for me, and I take it, allowing him to pull me to my feet, which is no way near as steady as his. I need to work on my stamina, but when he effortlessly lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bathroom, which I quite like, I decide maybe I’m okay as I am.
While we shower together, the only words exchanged are asking to pass the soap or to turn around as we take turns to wash one another.
Even once we’re done, and he wraps me in a towel and pulls one around his waist, he asks me where I keep my bed linen, and I watch as he strips the sheets and then adds another before beckoning for me to go back to bed.
* * *
I don’t remember falling asleep, wrapped in the safety of Nathan’s warm embrace with his chest pressed against my back, his hand holding my hip, his leg over mine.
My body feels achy like I’ve done a workout, but in the best possible way. I smile as his lips caress my throat and my earlobe.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, kissing my temple.
I can’t help but smile as I tilt my face to seek out his lips, needing to give into my urges and kiss him on the mouth. He doesn’t disappoint, and I’m left breathless and turned on again when he pulls away.
He snuggles into me harder, pulling me closer and lulling me back into a blissful sleep.
“Vi, I know something is going on with you.”
I hear the distant voice of Charlotte waffling away, but I try to ignore it in exchange for falling back into my happy dream state, the one where Nathan’s erection is teasing my core, begging for entry as I push back into him. This is a dream I can very much get behind.
“Vi, don’t tell me you’re still in bed.”
Forcing my eyes open, I turn towards Charlotte, but a heavy weight is holding me in place. Looking down, I realise it's an arm. I tense. It’s not just any arm, it’s Nathan's arm because he stayed the night after coming to see me and taking me to oblivion and beyond, over and over again.
He chuckles, the sound vibrating through the mattress. His hold tightens a fraction before he releases me.
“Good morning,” he says, his voice thick and deep, causing need to pool between my thighs. Seriously, am I in heat or something?
“Oh shit, hmm, shit,” Charlotte says, her voice completely stunned and bringing me back to the moment.
“Morning,” I say.
“I’ll—” Charlotte doesn’t finish. I just hear the soft click of the door as it closes behind her.
