Chapter Eight #2
Nate eases his fingers out of me and nips playfully at my thigh before he kisses his way up my body. I unclench my fists and slowly open my eyes as he moves up over the top of me, and I smile lazily. Our eyes meet, and he’s grinning at me, a look of pure satisfaction radiating from him.
“I think you’re the one trying to kill me,” I say.
He chuckles before swiping his hand over his mouth, then leans in to kiss me.
His body presses against mine, and the feeling of skin on skin is way too hot. Even with the explosive orgasm he just gave me, the weight of him on me has me needy. I’m so turned on, I am on the verge of desperation.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, drawing us closer together, I deepen the kiss and thread my fingers in his hair. His cock feels like stone against me, and it’s driving me mad. I’m light-headed with the intensity of our unbridled passion.
Moving my hands down, I firmly slide them up his tense back muscles, all while our hips rock together.
My clit is still throbbing from his tongue lashing, and I can’t wait anymore.
I need all of him, and I need him now, so I move my hand in between us and grasp his cock.
He moans as I position it at my entrance.
Nate stills, but I don’t hesitate. I tilt my hips so his tip slides slightly inside me.
We both groan at the feeling, and he seems to stop his hesitation, losing control while kissing me deeper and sliding inside me fully. We both breathe heavily into each other’s mouths as he stretches me.
It feels like he only just fits as he seats himself, but it’s a welcome feeling.
My fingers dig into his back, feeling his muscles stretch as they move and contract when he draws back, then thrusts forward inside me again and again.
He feels so fucking good, I almost can’t stand it.
For some reason, even though this is missionary, it’s anything but vanilla.
His hips thrust, and he rotates a little, then pulls back and repeats.
The rhythm is new to me, but fuck, it’s incredible.
Nate knows what he’s doing and how to get me to where we need to be.
We are both panting for breath as he grabs my wrist and pins it next to my head in a show of dominance.
He’s a giver in all aspects, but I like that he takes what he wants in the bedroom.
It’s turning me on even more as we work together toward our climax.
He thrusts in deeply, his pelvis hitting my clit at just the right angle to push me further and further toward the peak.
My body shakes as my back arches off the bed, and my eyes clench tightly shut as my breathing hitches.
Everything, and I mean everything, clenches as my body shudders, and I explode in another mind-blowing orgasm, much stronger than the first one, as he mercilessly pounds into me.
I cry out into his mouth while he helps me ride the wave up and over the summit.
Needing to break the kiss to pull in some air, his mouth moves to my neck, nipping and sucking as he lets me come down from my high. But he’s still moving inside me, keeping us both in pleasure, letting us ride it out.
It begins to feel insanely good again, and he grabs my hips, rolling us over, making me squeal in surprise as he pulls me on top. I stifle a laugh as I sit on top of his body and ride him. He shifts one hand to my hip to help me move the way he likes while his other hand massages my breast.
“Fuck, you look good riding my cock.” He groans, then gnaws on his bottom lip.
My nails dig into his chest as his cock fills me completely while I bounce up and down on it. “You look good beneath me,” I answer in a whisper.
He groans again and keeps moving with me as I work hard to get him to where I want him.
His hand from my hip slides across, and his thumb moves in circles on my clit.
My head falls back, and I moan as I continue to ride him.
My body tenses quickly this time, and I know another orgasm is about to rip through me.
My muscles clench, tightening around his cock, and he groans, thrusting deeper and faster, to the point he’s so deep it borders on delicious pain.
His movements falter, and I know he’s close.
Our breaths come hard and fast, echoing around us. Just before everything tightens and contracts, my body quivers slightly, and he jolts up with a long, drawn-out moan as we come together. His climax is so intense I can feel him emptying inside me, making me feel impossibly fuller.
As I slow my rhythm down and bring my head back upright, I open my hooded eyes and look at him.
His eyes are hooded, too, and he has the laziest smile on his face.
Leaning down, I press my chest to his as I rest my head in the crook of his shoulder and neck, kissing his skin.
Mixed with the sound of our breaths, I can hear his heartbeat thump at a quick pace while he languidly trails his fingertips delicately up and down my sensitive skin.
“That was amazing, Ria.”
Turning my head, I kiss his jaw. “That was breathtaking,” I reply.
Kissing him once more, I do so with the same level of passion that got us here.