24. Nate
24
NATE
“ D id you mean it?” I asked.
She leaned back to me, pushing her ass into my hips. I traced my hands down her bare arms, reveling in the goosebumps that trailed in the wake of my touch.
This much taller than her, I had a perfect vantage to look down at her and not miss a single detail of her arousal. Those huge tits lifted and fell with her quick breaths. I saw her pulse point, throbbing faster. And when she raised her face toward me, I saw the potency of lust in her eyes, those blue orbs glittering so brightly.
“Did I mean what?” she asked, reaching down to cup my dick and stroke me through my pants.
“That you’re in love with me?” I asked. This was the moment of the most vulnerability I could offer her. And it was here, in the privacy of my office behind a locked door, that I could do so. Not out there at the holiday party where anyone could see and hear. Not around others who could gossip and speculate.
This moment was one I wanted to share with Rachel, her alone.
“Yes,” she replied. She sighed as I kissed along her neck, removing her bra. Her left hand dropped low, then high, meeting her right as she unzipped me and pulled my hard cock out.
I growled at the perfection of her grip as she pumped her fingers up and down. If she kept this up, I wouldn’t last long enough. It was always like this with us. Fast and needy. Impatient and greedy.
“I had a crush on you when I was younger, but it wasn’t true that I was in love with you all my life. Sorry to disappoint.”
I chuckled, playing with my fingers tracing over her breasts until her nipples were that much harder. I shoved my dick against her, into her hand. “Trust me. I’m not at all disappointed right now.”
She smiled. I treasured the lift of her cheek as she continued to stroke me. “That was the only false part of what I told them. That I’d been in love with you forever.”
“You were with Kyle,” I reminded her.
She nodded, her breath hitching as I slipped her panties down. “And you were in the city, far away. But I am in love with you, Nate.”
I slipped my finger between her legs, urging her to part them enough so I could reach her slick folds. She was wet, already this slippery from the minimal foreplay, and I didn’t wait to push my finger into her and smear that cream over her flesh.
“From the moment I saw you in here, this office.”
I groaned as she quickened her hand over my cock. Kissing her all the while, tracing the graceful slope of her neck, I lined myself up to her pussy. She took the head easily, sucking me in with that sexy groan I’d never tire of hearing.
“You really have feelings for me?” I asked.
She craned her neck to look back at me. “Yes, Nate. I do.”
As she reached up to grip the back of my head, I met her in the middle and kissed her soundly. When I slid in further, stretching her slick inner muscles, she parted her lips and gasped. She pushed back toward me, promising more contact between us where we were joined.
“I love you,” she whispered. Her breath whipped against my lips still wet from her kiss.
Love.
It felt like a sucker punch, but not a bad one. She knocked me over with that statement, and I knew, without needing any more explanation, that she meant it.
I felt her love in the tight hold she had on me, her pussy gloving my dick like only I could belong there. I heard her love in the small gasps of wonder she gave me as I slammed in all the way, to the hilt. And I saw the love in the glossy sheen of her eyes as she stared back at me, twisting to maintain this somber stare.
So many emotions passed between us as I held her, as she sheathed me. A world of sentiments could be shared and poetically detailed, but I didn’t need to hear another syllable. Her declaration hit home with me, and I felt like she really was, at last, without a lie, my Christmas miracle. My gift to treasure forever.
And I would.
“I love you too, sweet girl.”
She moaned, pushing her ass toward me as I started to pull out. “You… do?”
I nodded, grinning as I feasted my eyes on her. Pushing at her shoulder blade, I encouraged her to lean down. While the absence of her warm body flush to mine was a loss I didn’t want to suffer, the sight of bending her over my desk was too damn tempting not to indulge.
Just like my dream.
Rachel was my dream. I felt it in my soul, and I recognized it in the depth of my heart.
She was it, and it no longer felt silly to have gone out and bought a ring anymore. I thought I’d done it just in case , fully aware that I was getting way ahead of myself. This was quick. Things had moved so fast between us.
I’d known her before, then I knew about her when I moved. We’d only shared our lives over this magical December, but it was enough for me to know that this woman loved me and wanted my love.
She wouldn’t reject me like my ex. She wouldn’t ridicule me out of spite.
Rachel loved me.
“You really love me?” she asked between hard breaths.
She splayed her arms out, resting on her forearms as she lay flat on my desk. In the glossy reflection of the windows, the wintery night sky a dark backdrop like a mirror, I watched her. Bent over. Her mouth open in an o of pleasure. Those tits swaying and her nipples rubbing against the surface of my desk.
I moved my hands up her thighs, caressing their slender strength as she stayed wide open to take my pounding.
“I do.” I reached up to gently take hold of her hair, urging her to look up. At us. At the reflection of us together. “I love you, Rachel.”
“What about…” Her eyes were lidded, heavy with desire as she watched me fuck her. “What about that mentorship?”
“I never wanted to.” I grunted at how close I was to coming. It was too soon. It was too hot to handle. “I just wanted a way to stay close to you. To talk to you. To hear you laugh and make you smile.”
She let out another long groan, pushing her ass to me and meeting me thrust for thrust. “Oh, yeah. Just like that.”
I sped up, staring at her reflection. Keeping eye contact like this was sexy as fuck, and I didn’t intend to stop. I moved my hands back down her thighs, picking them up so I could hold them up and out of my way.
“I can’t stand the thought of you with any other man.”
She shook her head, breathing hard and fast as she neared her orgasm. Her walls fluttered, so close to her release. She was so damn close, and I wanted to make her shatter.
“No one else, Nate. You’re my first.” She cried out as I thrust harder. “And I want you to be my only.”
I grinned, driven wild with her admission. I felt like a god, a king, invincible to know how much I mattered to her.
“I want you to teach me how to make you happy,” I revised. “You mentor me, sweet girl, on how I can treasure you and make sure you are the happiest, most loved woman on earth.”
She tensed. Her legs quivered under my grip. As she cried out, loudly and freely, she came on my dick.
“Yeah, like that, sweet girl. Fuck. Just like that.”
She arched her back, desperate to wring out all the pressure of my cock stuffing and stretching her while she could.
“Oh, fuck. Nate. Fuck. I love?—”
I chuckled, amused with how stilted her speech was. She couldn’t talk, and I doubted she could think straight, either. I’d done my job this time. I’d made her feel that perfect bliss, but it was my turn now.
As she shivered and moaned, still riding the high of her climax, I eased out of her and turned her around. With her lying flat on my desk, her blonde waves splayed out over the dark surface, I knew I would never be able to work here and not remember this moment.
“I love you, sweet girl.” I’d never tire of repeating that, either.
Sliding back into the perfect heat of her slick pussy, I felt like I was coming home. Like she was my home, and we’d never be weak again.
She moaned, lifting her legs for me to drape them higher. With her knees resting at the crooks of my elbows, I kept her spread open so I could watch my cock slipping into her, sucked in tight.
A few more thrusts was all it took. Seeing her, hearing her, and feeling this perfection, I was a goner.
I spilled my cum deep inside her, shaking from the force of coming so hard. A loud roar left my lips, and I hoped that not a single soul was up here in the closed-up offices.
No one should be. It was the eve of Christmas Eve. They should be at the party, living it up, or going home with their loved ones.
I had mine right here. Helping her to sit up, I encouraged her to climb onto my lap. My dick was still deep inside her. Our combined cum leaked from the place of our union. But I didn’t care how messy we were being as I slumped into my chair, holding her close.
She nestled against me, sighing happily as I caught my breath.
After a long while, just sitting there and feeling like all was finally right in my world, she sat up more and faced me.
“You awake?”
I nodded but yawned.
“How are we going to get out of here?” she asked. “We’re… sticky.”
“I doubt anyone will be in the bathroom. Give me another minute and I’ll clean you up.”
She laughed, filling my heart with joy. “Another minute? Oh, no. I know what that means. You’re about to fall asleep and stay asleep.”
“Maybe.” I smiled and let my eyes close.
She stood, though, jarring me to open them.
“Let’s go home and then sleep,” she suggested.
“Home?” I held my breath, not wanting to guess at what she meant.
“My rental won’t last long,” she said as she used a tissue to wipe herself. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to call your place home?”
“For good.” I stood, joining her in this idea to go home . It sounded like I was begging her to call my penthouse her home too. Or maybe it could be a demand. I just wanted to make it true. I was all in with her. Forever if she’d have me. And it was another gift I hadn’t counted on that she would be okay with how fast we were moving too.
“I like the sound of that,” she replied cheekily, tugging her panties back on.
“We’ll go home,” I said. “And then tomorrow, I’d love for you to come to the cabin with me.”
She nodded, laughing once as she continued to get dressed. “I was just thinking before I found you at the party that I would never set foot in Rockton again.”
“Because of your mother?” I guessed as I pulled my pants all the way back on.
“Yes. But if I’m with you…” She sauntered close and kissed me. “I think she won’t have a single critique to give me that could matter anymore. We’d be a couple.”
I held her close for another kiss. “A real couple, sweet girl. I’m never letting you go.”