Forget the dress. Nate could throw me on the bed right this second, and I’d be more than happy to spend the night at home with him.
Maybe I could practice some of my new skills that I learned the other day…
A little smile pulls at my lips as I reach for the dress, but Nate takes it out of my hands and unzips the back, then holds it out for me to step into. The fabric is soft and cool and buttery and flutters around my body just the way I suspected it would.
“Turn around.”
I obey, and he zips me up. The dress fits perfectly, like a second skin, skimming every inch of me without being tight.
When I turn back around, I find him eyeing me appraisingly. “How does it look?”
Instead of answering, his hands move up my arms and cup my shoulders. Of course, my nipples perk even harder, tingling against the fabric. His eyes are immediately drawn down.
He looks up at me again, eyes dark, pupils wide. I gasp as he cups my breasts and runs his thumbs over the stiff, sensitive peaks.
“I’m going to be staring at these all night. This is what I’m talking about, Piper. Show your man what’s his. Keep him wanting you. This is an important lesson.”
A wordless sound of agreement stutters out of me. It’s the second time he’s referenced me as his. I know it’s onlyfor training purposes, but I like it. The thought of being Nate’s assaults me with a luscious thrill.
He runs his thumbs back and forth, back and forth, ever so lightly. It’s torturous and sensual and driving me crazy. Leaning into his touch, I manage to hold back a moan, but I can’t stop my eyes from closing or my brain from sinking into the sensations. One of his hands moves to my lower back, and suddenly I’m walking backwards. My hands find his shoulders to keep my balance. The backs of my thighs touch the edge of the bed. That’s when I open my eyes and see the unbridled desire in his. Something is about to happen between us again. I can feel it. Another lesson.
He pushes me down onto my back on the bed, hiking the hem of the dress up over my belly so he can pull my legs apart and drape them over his shoulders. I look up at him, my breaths coming short and fast. When he kneels down and reaches a hand between my legs to squeeze me, the pressure feels so good that this time, I can’t hold back a moan.
With a smirk, he runs a finger down the wet seam of my lips, teasing me with a light, exquisite touch that never reaches the most demanding part of me. Our eyes meet for a brief instant before he lunges toward my pussy, his head disappearing between my legs. There’s just enough of the skirt hanging over my hips that he slips beneath the fabric and all I can see is the dark hair at the base of his neck.
Grabbing my hips and pulling me closer, he groans softly just before his tongue darts inside me, then strokes upward to press against my hot, swollen nub. I cry out, then bite back a sob as he begins licking me. Long, hard strokes followed by sweet little sucks on my clit rattle my entireexistence. I don’t care that I’m wrinkling the dress, or that I’m slowly sliding forward a little more each time I jerk and shift with building pleasure. This is an entirely new experience for me, and I’m going to take advantage of what Nate has to teach.
His thumbs make soft circles over my hips as he feasts on me. Licking, flicking my clit with his tongue. One of his hands slides down between my legs and then two of his fingers slip into me as he continues to suck my pussy. The feeling is so unexpected that I convulse from the surprise of it. My climax is building fast, uncontrollable.
“Yes,” I pant, reaching out to lace my fingers in his hair.
He increases the pace as if he senses how close I’m getting, thrusting his fingers in and out of my hole, his knuckles rubbing against my sensitive flesh. I’m soaking wet, and I can smell my own arousal. Sexual urgency courses through me. I move my hips to meet his every thrust. I want to feel him push all the way inside of me, fill me up, take me completely.
The thought pushes me right over the edge.
Grabbing handfuls of the comforter, I let myself go, coming against his mouth, the climax making me see flashes of white behind my eyelids. Nate’s tongue replaces his fingers, filling some of the space I so desperately wanted stuffed.
Blinking hard, I try to catch my breath and watch in a daze as he stands and wipes his mouth with the back of his hand.
“Very nice, Piper. You’re an excellent appetizer.”
My eyes drop to his crotch. It bulges and my mouthwaters as the memory of having him inside my mouth comes flooding back into my mind full force.
If only he’d give me the full meal.
I remember the thoughts I had earlier about not losing myself for a man and wonder if I’m sliding down a slippery slope. Nate is bringing out parts of me that I didn’t know existed. Is it already too late? Because it feels like he’s changing me into a woman I never imagined I’d be.
21
NATE
There aretwo things I hate about going on dates.
Other men checking out my date, and awkward silences.
I’m making an exception for the first one with Piper, since the entire purpose of our arrangement is to get her married off. Plus, she looks so amazing in that red dress that I can’t blame anyone for staring at her. They’d have to be literally blind not to.
Luckily, the second thing I despise isn’t an issue tonight either, because we’ve been talking non-stop for half an hour. Which is…unexpected, to say the least. I certainly wasn’t in the mood for chit-chat when we left the house. Not after having my face buried between her thighs and listening to the feral sounds she made when she came. My body was strung so tight, I almost gave in and fucked her in the back of the car on the way to the restaurant.
