19. Zoe
NINETEEN
zoe
Last night forgotten, I was now being physically carried to my bedroom. The words had barely left my mouth before Nate grabbed me under the arms and lifted me to his waist, my legs automatically wrapping around him. We kissed as he somehow navigated down the hall as if he’d been in this apartment before. He had seen pictures but still.
My chest pressed to his, Nate exceeded all of my expectations in that department and others as well as his lips moved across mine like we were meant to be together. My bedroom was mostly dark except for a tiny hint of light from the bottom of my blinds, just enough to see but not giving away the time of day.
We fell onto the bed, still connected. But not for long.
Just as he’d promised to do, Nate stood up and yanked my leggings from my body. The thong I’d been wearing came with them, my socks following.
“Do you remember. . .” he began, finishing the job I’d started on his jeans. I stared, waiting, as he removed them. “What I told you I was going to do when I finally found myself in your presence, naked as the day you were born?”
“I do.”
My chest rose and fell as Nate finally sprung himself free.
Glorious. Absolutely glorious. But also just a bit intimidating. I didn’t know a lot about the specifics of Nate’s job in the military, but I knew enough. This was a man who didn’t just appear deadly, he was deadly. As he crawled onto the bed, the idea of Nate’s keen ability to stalk his prey was nearly my undoing.
I’d only ever come spontaneously once, courtesy of this very man, but I was damn well close to having it happen a second time.
“Just in case you forgot any of the details. . .” He moved between my legs. “I told you that if I caught you in a bed. . .” He smiled. This situation definitely qualified. “I would spread your pretty little legs apart.” He did just that. “And absolutely bury my face between them.”
“Oh God.”
“Do you remember that?”
“Yes,” I managed to squeak out.
His hands ran from my calves upward, inch by inch. Toward my inner thighs.
“I told you my tongue would be farther up your pussy than you ever could have imagined.”
“You did say that. Or text that. I can’t remember. Maybe both.”
“I said. . .” Nate positioned himself so that his face was right between my legs. “That I was going to open these beautiful pussy lips with my thumbs.”
He made good on that promise.
“And lick.” He did that too. “And lick again.”
Nate did exactly what he promised, even predicting my fingers grasping the comforter, trying to hang on for dear life as his licks became swirls and his swirls were accompanied by his thumb rubbing my clit. When his tongue did, indeed, reach deep into me and began to circle, I couldn’t possibly hang on.
Coming with the voracity of an unstoppable wave hitting the shore, I marveled as Nate also made good on one more promise. He did not stop, licking me dry, just as he once texted that he would do. I never, in my entire life, had an orgasm that hard.
“Never,” I said, realizing belatedly I’d murmured that aloud.
The very act of Nate wiping the corners of his mouth with his fingers nearly made me come again. “Never?”
“Never came that hard in my life,” I clarified.
“Hmm. Let’s see if we can top it.”
I stared at him in awe. Was the man serious?
“Now let’s see that sweet ass in real life.”
I’d wondered when he would say something of the sort. Smiling, I began to turn around but then two hands grabbed my calves and made flipping onto my stomach go even quicker. Loving the sound he made, I pushed myself onto my elbows just as Nate grabbed my hips and pulled my ass into the air. He moved closer to me, not doing or saying anything.
That is, until a gentle slap on my right ass cheek reminded me he was there.
I turned my head around to look at him.
“That’s all you got?” I taunted him.
“Oh, now look who’s being sassy? Remember what I said about that?”
“Kinda. Something like, if I was sassy like that in real life, you may be forced to show me who was in control.”
He slapped my ass again. This time just a tad harder. Barely a sting. His other hand caressed my left ass cheek.
The sight of Nate between my legs like that. . . his power, his control. Fuck, I couldn’t take it.
“I thought you were some kind of tough army guy,” I taunted, telling him we weren’t at my limit yet. Not even close.
At that, his hand went in between my legs, two fingers directly into my pussy. When Nate stuck his other thumb into his mouth, I knew exactly what he was planning. My neck strained so I let it drop to the pillow, concentrating on the magic that was Nate Collins. Sure enough, that wet thumb found its way to, and into, my ass. Slow and gentle at first, but then both hands worked me.
Just like he promised.
I wasn’t going to last very long. The sensation of it all. . . “Fuck,” I murmured against the pillow, the building and building about to crest. Already.
But then it was gone. Both hands. He no longer touched me anywhere.
It didn’t take long to figure out why.
We’d talked about condoms already, dismissing the idea. Apparently, he hated condoms, so the fact that I was on the pill was a good thing. Also a good thing? The feeling of Nate inside me.
Finally.
“Jesus, Zoe,” he said as he guided himself deeper and deeper.
I lifted my head off the pillow to look back at him. Our eyes met.
“After this, I’m going to make slow, sweet love to you, Zoe girl. But right now. . .” His hands grasped both of my hips now that he was inside, full hilt. “I am going to ride the fuck out of you.”
“I can’t even.” The sight of him like that. “You are all man,” I said, not even knowing what that meant. My head dropped back down as each of my fingers curled around the pillow, squeezing, when Nate slapped my ass again.
This time he meant it.
I’d goaded him, and Nate took the bait. He pulled my hips into him as he pumped into me from behind, over and over. I could feel his strength, his pent-up longing, his need. Another slap.
That one would leave my ass red. I moaned at the pleasure/pain of it as he slapped me once more and then circled his hand over the spot as if to soothe it. When Nate’s other hand reached around to the front, his fingers expertly playing with my clit, I didn’t just take his thrusts. I pushed myself into him with the same frantic rhythm he’d set.
Both of us called each other’s name. The bed creaked with every pounding, and that’s what it was. An absolute pounding, the kind of fucking he’d told me about over text. “I’m gonna come, Nate,” I said, looking back at him.
“Fucking do it, Zoe girl. My dick is ready for you to come all over it. Do it, Zoe. Come for me, sweetheart.”
So, I did.
Screaming his name, I came, watching as Nate’s head went back, his dick so deep inside me. The glorious man squeezed his eyes shut and his lips together. The low groan in the back of his throat, almost guttural, was something I wanted to hear over and over again.
Beads of sweat had formed on my forehead. My legs shook and my breath still hadn’t caught up with what had just happened. In short, I was spent. When Nate pulled out, I collapsed on the bed. Three times. And then that?
“My God.” I took a deep breath, attempting to find normal. As if I’d ever find normal again with this man in my bed.
I didn’t want normal. Or to breathe easily. I wanted heart-pumping, awe-inducing Nate. When he lay next to me, I turned my head. “I can’t move.”
He chuckled and helped me, tucking my body into his side and taking me in his arms.
“Come here.” He leaned down, kissed me sweetly and smoothed strands of hair away from my face. “You don’t have to do anything except lie here beside me.”
“Perfect.” I peeked up at him. “I still can’t believe you’re really here.”
“Want me to prove it?”
“Oh my God, I won’t be able to keep up.”
“No?” His smile revealed a perfect set of white teeth. This man was so goddamn sexy.
“Changed my mind,” I said. “Give me your best.”
“Oh, Zoe girl, do not tempt me.”
He was getting hard again already, which worked out perfectly. “You did mention something about making love to me.”
“I did,” he agreed. “You ready for number four already?”
“See for yourself.”
He did.
I was.