Page 108 of For the Love of Art

“Happy Independence Day, baby.” Nathan kissed the top of my head.

I turned to wrap my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply before saying, “Back at you.”

Nathan locked his lips with mine and pushed me back into his bedroom and onto his bed. He popped the button on my denim shorts, and as he pulled them down, he asked, “Has anyone told you how perfect you are?” He kissed the inside of my thigh, and I breathed in sharply as the sensation hit my core. “How beautiful? Smart? Courageous?”

It was hard to focus on his words as his lips moved softly along my skin.

“Well?” His eyes caught mine.

He’d said many of those things, but a part of me felt he was asking if Don had. The envelope with the unsigned papers might still physically be in New York, but emotionally they were here.

“No,” I answered honestly.

Don never said those things. He wasn’t the sappy romantic type; at least he wasn’t with me.

“You are,” he said as he pulled down my thong. “Those things and so much more.”

His one hand wrapped around my calf while the other rubbed along my folds.

“Nathan!” I writhed under the feel of his hand on me.

“So fucking wet.”

“Always. For you.”

Nathan growled, then dropped his head to me, and I moaned loudly.

He sucked my clit. Licked along my folds. Hummed at my taste. Just as I thought I couldn’t handle more, his fingers found their way inside me.

“Oh God!” I cried out as my body built to its peak.

Nathan continued to move his mouth on me, his fingers thrusting in and out. I wrapped my legs around his neck, and Nathan seemed to like that, upping the intensity of his pleasurable assault.

“Fuck! Nathan!”

Those were my last coherent words before my orgasm barrelled through every inch of my being.

“Fuck, you look good like that,” Nathan said as he walked around the bed and opened a drawer.

I hummed, still trying to pull myself together.

“Take your shirt off.” His tone was full of desire. I sat up and did as he asked as he removed his shorts, exposing his large erection. “Bra too.” He lifted his t-shirt over his head.

I unhooked my bra and let the straps fall off my shoulders.

Nathan licked his lips, and that was when I noticed a small bottle in his hands. He poured the contents onto his dick, then began to rub it.

“I’m not sure you need lube with how wet you make me,” I said as he dropped the bottle on the floor and walked over to me.

“Oh, I’m not planning to fuck your pussy,” he said. His eyes dropped from my eyes to my breasts. “I’m going to fuck your tits.”

I struggled to find words. He was going to fuck my what?

My confusion must have been all over my face because Nathan gave me a knowing smile. One that read, “relax, I’m going to teach you.”

“Lean back.” He gently pushed at my shoulder. He placed his dick between my breasts and said, “Now, push them together.” I did as he wanted, desire building in me again. “Yes, baby. Fuck. Like that. God, you look so hot.”

There was something so sexy about how confident Nathan was with what he wanted and what experiences he wanted to share with me. He knew what made me feel good, and what made him feel good. Every time we were together it was a mixture of both our desires, and I’d never experienced that.