Chapter 11
Liz
Iwould have killed to have my ex treat me as respectfully as Nate was today.
That wasn’t what I’d wanted when I went to his room and stripped him naked.
It had been clear he wasn’t going to fulfill my fantasy until he was sure I was okay with it.
So, in the least sexy form of foreplay ever, I dumped my trauma at his feet, and ground on his dick at the same time.
Apparently, it worked. As soon as he had the verbal green light, we were both in motion and once we stopped, he had me trapped.
We were both lying on our sides. Nate was the big spoon to my little one.
The difference between this and standard cuddling was he had one long, strong leg wrapped around my waist, with his ankle hooked around his opposite leg.
His legs were acting as a human seatbelt around my waist. My back was flush against his chest and his breath floated across my ear.
Both of my arms were pinned by his legs leaving me perfectly trapped.
I was pretty sure that if we had been in a real fight, he’d be trying to choke me out right now but instead, his free hand slid over my hip and to the hem of my shirt.
I was his to play with. All four of my limbs were pinned by a strong, skilled fighter.
His scent surrounded me. The same spicy mix of aftershave and man that I’d inhaled so often in the gym.
The smell always triggered an immediate flood of moisture between my legs and now was no different.
I flexed my muscles, testing my bonds and finding no give.
“You okay?”
I blinked a few times, feeling a complete lack of panic in my chest. The heat of his body poured into mine, and I was melting into him like butter.
My breath was coming faster. It had nothing to do with being afraid and everything to do with the agonizingly slow progress of his hand as it neared the bottom band of my bra.
I nodded. “Yes, fuck, I need you to touch me.” The choppy way he breathed, combined with the hard press of his erection against my back had me all but panting before he had even laid a finger on the places I wanted him to.
I tried to arch into his touch, but he had me pinned too tightly.
All I could do was groan as he diverted his touch from the bottom of my breasts to my back where he unhooked my bra.
“You sure you’re okay?” I could hear the smirk in his words.
I was in the process of muttering about payback when my breath caught.
He was sliding my bra and shirt away from my body and just the faint friction of silk as it slid over my nipples had them standing at attention.
Distantly, I heard my bra hit the floor, but my attention was laser-focused on where his hands would go next.
My bare back rested against the skin of his chest and the contact sent a shiver through me.
I tried again to move; to create some form of friction between my legs but it was an exercise in futility.
I was cocooned in his heat and the delicious smell of his soap.
I had spent way too many hours in this position at the gym having to keep things professional and I was getting impatient.
“Nate, please.”
He lifted his head just enough for me to feel his breath dance across my bare chest. “Fuck, I love it when you beg.” He moved his lips lazily over the back of my neck.
He groaned as he ground his dick against my ass, the only indication that he was suffering as much as I was.
I pushed my hips back against him. He went still and finally got to work stripping me below the belt.
We were both naked. He moved his legs now, winding them around my own and using them to hold my legs open wide.
One of his hands landed on my taut nipple and the other between my legs.
After the way he had been teasing me, the contact had me sucking in a breath.
Heat licked over my skin. Everywhere. My nipples tingled, there was fire in my core and my hips were chasing the motion of his skilled fingers.
“You like that?” he murmured the words against the sensitive skin behind my ear before shifting the angle of his hand.
His thumb started to circle my clit while two fingers slid inside me.
They moved so easily that I knew I was soaked and, just like that, I was coming hard.
My back arched, my core shook, and I moaned shamelessly.
The speed it hit threw me, and my mouth hung open like a goldfish.
The surprises didn’t stop there. He withdrew his hand and planted one on each of my butt cheeks.
As my orgasm still jolted threw me, I was picked up and deposited on my stomach.
The smooth comforter was cool against my heated skin, and I lay limp and jelly-like where he put me.
I heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper and used the moment he took to put it on to catch my breath. “I don’t think we need the lube.”
I huffed a laugh but cut it off as he ran his hands up the backs of my thighs.
I could feel his fingers dig into the curve of my hips as he angled them just enough to enter me.
No tentative probing. No shy teasing. He was behind me, then he was inside me, and the last tingles of my orgasm perked back to life.
I was drunk on sensation. I was filled deep and wide—stretched in the best way possible.
Little starbursts of sensation exploded right down to my toes, and I let out a contented sigh.
He hovered over me, one hand planted on either side of my shoulders.
He took his time to kiss his way down then back up my spine, his mouth hot and wet. Then he started to move.