Chapter 15
15
I remember the feel of him under me, in the barn the day I kissed him all those years ago. He’d pulled me onto him and the hard ridge of him electrified me.
I never forgot how good he felt.
How big he felt.
His sculpted, suntanned chest is dusted with hair now, and the six-pack of his abs are defined. The arrow line of dark hair and the muscular V framing his hips are quite literally mouth-watering.
But it’s his gigantic… manhood that holds all my attention.
It’s enormous .
Hard as ridged stone and hot-looking.
My heart is beating fast.
How the hell will it fit?
“Don’t be scared of me. We can take it slow. If you’ve had enough?—”
“ No .” I’ll never have enough of Nate Boone.
He bites back a smile, leaning back onto a muscular arm to give me time to adjust to how freaking colossal and turned on he is. A bead of moisture seeps from the broad tip of him and it’s…crazily alluring.
I did that.
“Can I…touch you?”
“You can do any damn thing you want to me, darlin’. I’m all yours.”
He’s mine. I’m wondering how I got so lucky. And I’m trying not to be intimidated by the sheer freaking size of him.
“Take these off.” I pull his shirt over his shoulders and he kicks off his jeans.
Wow.
Nate’s body is long and sculpted and lean. The proportions of him are somehow ideal. Except for one giant detail that’s maybe even larger than ideal for a newbie like me. Now I just need to figure out how to handle it.
I let my fingers brush against his insane pecs. When did he get so damn jacked ? “D-do you work out?”
His grin is entertained. “Yeah, Tuck, I do. I have a home gym we haven’t quite gotten to yet on the tour. And I work like a dog day and night, both on the building sites and here on the farm. I’m used to doing a lot of physical work.”
“You’re in…really good shape. ”
Another lazy smile. “Thanks. So are you. Best shape I’ve ever fucking seen.”
My fingers rove lower, to his quilted abs. He really is… very hard . Everywhere.
His enormous cock is so outrageously… engorged it’s making me feel bold and reckless. That bead of wetness is so tantalizing. I want to taste him. I already told him I’m inexperienced. I’m also female. My reaction to Nate Boone has always felt primal, and never more insatiable than it is right now.
Nate’s breathing is heavier now.
I ease my fists around his hard length, fascinated by the hot silkiness and the rigid bulk of him.
I’m almost surprised by how greedy I feel. I lean in to kiss him, licking him lightly.
The taste of him is addictive, igniting a hunger in me that’s new and voracious. I ease my mouth over the broad crown, suckling and licking.
His head drops back and he groans like he’s in pain.
Then he eases me back, taking full control, lifting me and laying me down. He crouches over me, kissing me so hungrily, I’m drowning in him. The huge, heavy weight of his cock presses against my slippery pleasure, which is still rippling. He holds himself there. The waves are starting again, just at the light contact of his huge, hot length.
“I’m not coming ’til you’re coming’, darlin’,” he drawls, his accent stronger with lust.
I arch up to him and the head of his cock slides against me, barely into me, rubbing my clit. Another orgasm—this one even higher—is waiting there and I need it more than I’ve ever needed anything. “ Please, Boone .”
I love him.
“You sure about this, baby girl?”
Sure about what? Sure about having pure, raw, unprotected sex because we’ve always wanted to? Because he’s the one I’ve dreamed of for eight years and I feel like I might die if I can’t get him inside me right now?
“I don’t want to just have hot, dirty sex with you, Tuck. I want to build a life with you. I want to keep you forever. And if I fuck you with no barriers, I’m coming inside you. You don’t pull out of nirvana. Just so we’re straight.”
And when nirvana’s about to fill up your body and soul, you want all of it.
Sure, we probably shouldn’t throw all caution to the wind. There could be some very real consequences. Somewhere behind my mind I know that. I also know that neither one of us cares about caution. We’ve spent years toeing every line, resisting what felt like it was meant to be, hoping and praying this night would some day happen. There’s no way in hell we’re holding back now.
We’re in love and we have been for a long time. We’ve denied ourselves each other.
But not tonight.
I kiss him, gripping him, trying to pull him closer, almost panting with need.
He slips his hand around my neck and his thumb rests low on my throat. It settles me. He’s in control and he’ll take care of me. “I might not last long because you’re so fucking sexy, but we’ve got all night. I’ve never done it bareback before.”
“You haven’t?”
“Of course I haven’t. I was waiting for you.” His smile is hot and so beautiful it hurts more than the stretching burn of his outrageous thickness barely entering me. “I love you, Rox. I always have.”
The words, delivered just as his thick cock thrusts deeper, using the wetness of my reviving orgasm, brings tears to my eyes.
He’s way too big. But he feels so fucking good.
“You ready to take all of this big cock, baby girl?” God . Nate Boone dirty-talking to me gets me even hotter. “You’ll have to get used to me.” He’s kissing me like he’s addicted, dipping his tongue into my mouth as he drives deeper, rolling his hips in a rough rhythm that’s painfully splitting me wide open even as it rubs against some perfect sweet spot. “You ready to come again, darlin’?”
I moan. I am coming. The aggressive, ridged friction rubs the pleasure-pain to its breaking point, spilling over in a tumbling swell of lush ecstasy, bursting into bright stars of clenching rapture.
We’re gazing into each other’s eyes as my body milks him lusciously. He uses each squeeze to thrust deeper—and deeper—until he’s fully inside my tight, wet, squirming body. I’m coming hard, stuffed so full, all I am is my lovestruck heart and his huge hardness lovingly gripped by the rippling, spiraling pleasure-glow.
“I’m inside my Roxie.” Like he’s in awe. “ Fuck, baby, you feel too good.”
I’m crying because my dream is happening in real time. I’m so insanely full of him, I can feel when his cock starts to throb, flooding me in warm jerking gushes. We’re grinding and gripping to get as close as it’s possible to do.
It lasts for a long time, this wet, pulsing, feral dance. The overload spills and wets my thighs.
After a while, the aftershocks start to calm. My fingers play in his hair as he kisses my lips lazily. I love his thick-silk hair.
“Move in with me.”
“Okay.” I’m not even sure if I can, all things considered. All I know is I never want to leave Nate Boone’s bed.
“You’re beautiful, Tuck. The most beautiful thing in the world.”
I cup his face and he notices my tears, wiping them with his thumbs.
“Did I hurt you, darlin’?”
“In the best kind of way.”
Turns out Nate is just getting started. His head dips and searches for my nipple, finding it. His tongue slowly traces the outer edge before he languidly latches on. Keeping the tender bud inside his mouth, he licks me. Feeding on me like he’s drinking spiritual sustenance from my body. “I want to do this all night, every night, Roxie Tucker. I’m addicted and there’s no getting rid of me now.”
Deep inside me, where Nate’s bulky cock has softened but not completely, my soreness dissolves into a fresh wave of desire.
He moves to my other breast, sucking and stroking with his tongue. His fingers slide down my body. He teases my clit in light, rhythmic glides until another orgasm washes through me, tugging voluptuously on the hot flesh that’s wedged so deeply inside me, until he’s fully hard again.
Nate’s watching me with a beguiled expression, smoothing my hair. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
It seems to be true. Through the night, I lose count of the number of times he comes inside me. After all this time of wishing, we finally get to feast on each other and fulfill every craving. Neither one of us holds back, until I’m crying his name again, grabbing fistfuls of his thick hair.
When the purple sky takes on the faintest shades of lavender, I drift into sated sleep, wrapped possessively in the strong arms of my dream lover.