Chapter 25
chapter twenty-five
I jump him the second we’re through the door.
Walking back to the room like nothing had happened was sheer torture, and I’ve discovered I am done wasting time when it comes to him.
“Whoa, hey—” he says right as I press my lips to his. “Berry, let me shut the door.”
Both of us reach for it, but he gets tired of me trying to help, so he pins me against the wall. “Hang on,” he says. “God, you’re impatient.”
“It took forever to get up here.”
The door finally latches. “I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to turn into a monster.”
I pull him back to me by the nape of his neck. “Expect the unexpected.”
And then he’s kissing me again, right against the wall of the room. He doesn’t have to keep me pinned in place anymore. His body is doing the work for him.
I’m already a mess, and I tug his shirt off without a second thought. I can feel the skin of his chest as I kiss him, and his hands roam my lower back. Gooseflesh erupts from every inch he touches.
“Wait,” he says as he pulls away. I already want him back. “Are you sure about this?”
“Why wouldn’t I be sure?”
“We’re friends. What if this ruins things?”
I shake my head. “Nothing can ruin us. Absolutely nothing.”
And I mean it. This is the next step, the one both of us have waited too long for.
Nate takes a moment to think about what I’ve said and I wait on the balls of my feet, silently begging him to say yes.
“And what if it does?” he asks.
“It won’t.”
I refuse to lose him. If he asks me to step back now, I will. No matter how much I want this.
“Okay.”
I blink. “Okay? What does that mean?”
“We’re doing this. Whatever ... this is.”
“Really?” I can’t help the excited smile that crosses my face.
“You know I’ll never say no to you. This is no different.” He steps closer, ending up right in front of me.
“This is a lot more than me asking for help. You have to want this.”
“I do. I have for way too fucking long.”
My eyes widen, and I want to ask how long. When did he know? And why didn’t he say anything? But his lips cover mine again and I forget all of my thoughts.
Nate kisses me like his life depends on it. His body curls around mine, his hands cupping each of my cheeks, and I want to melt into him.
I didn’t know it could feel like this, and now that I’m with Nate, I feel like an idiot for ever thinking Rob’s empty promises meant anything. This is what matters.
I’m so engrossed in the kiss that I don’t notice Nate is slowly moving me toward the bed. Tumbling back takes me by surprise, and I let out a squeak before he’s on top of me, right where he’s meant to be.
We’re a mess of limbs. I want to feel every inch of him, and the feeling is obviously mutual. He moves from my face to my neck, down to my sides. They’re gentle, barely there movements, but they light me on fire.
I don’t know how much time passes with our lips locked together. All I know is that I never want this feeling to end.
But I also want more.
Finally, Nate takes my shirt off and then goes to the strings of my bikini top. With a firm tug, it comes loose, and he pulls away just in time to see it fall.
“Fuck,” he mutters, a shaky breath escaping his lips. “These are incredible. I never thought ...” He trails off, and I’m about to tell him to finish his sentence when his mouth covers my nipples, and I’m unable to think again.
I can’t believe I’m here. I can’t believe this is real . But as his tongue lavishes me, I know it is. It feels too good to be a dream.
I’m already growing wet, wetter than I ever got with Rob. From what I felt this morning, this is going to be a different experience, and my hand drifts south to make sure I’m as ready as I can be.
But Nate stops me.
“What are you doing?” he asks.
My cheeks burn. “Um, making sure I enjoy things?” It comes out as a question. I doubt he would be the kind of man to tell me not to have an orgasm, but I also know that it takes time for me to get there unless it’s by my own hand.
Rob and I had an agreement. He could never get me to come, so he gave me time to take care of it myself.
And as I blink up at Nate, I wonder if that’s normal.
“That’s my job,” he says.
I wince. “Um, it takes a while. Like ... way too long. ”
“And you think I won’t wait that long? What kind of idiot wouldn’t?”
“Uh, well.” My cheeks grow impossibly hotter as he rolls his eyes.
“Just let me try.”
For a second, I wonder if he’ll get frustrated, but this is Nate. My Nate. He’s never given up on me before.
At my nod, he pulls my bottoms off before he kisses me again. His hand drifts downward.
“Tell me if I need to do anything different,” he murmurs against my lips. “I can take a little direction.”
I can’t imagine correcting him at all, but if there is anyone I’d try to, it would be him. So when he presses the pad of his finger to my clit for the first time, I speak. “Go around it. I can be a little sensitive.”
“Got it.” And he follows my instructions.
I move differently, and my body knows it at first. It’s a mix of this being our first time and Nate being at a different angle. It feels good, and I can’t deny that I enjoy it, but I don’t feel things building like I should be.
“It’s . . . you can?—”
“Maisie.” His voice is soft. “There’s no rush here. What do you need from me?”
“I don’t know,” I admit. I expect him to sigh and tell me to handle it myself.
“That’s okay. I could try something, though. If you trust me, that is.”
“Of course I trust you.” I say it immediately. “I just don’t know if it’ll work.”
“Then tell me if it feels good. Don’t worry about the end goal.”
“But the end is what matters, isn’t it?”
“No, berry. Not with me.” He presses a kiss to my warm cheek.
He then changes his angle, using two fingers to go around the most sensitive part of me. I’d never thought of trying anything like that, but it does feel better. So much so I move my hips to it.
“Yes,” I say. “That’s good.”
My fingers curl into his shoulders as he continues. I want my orgasm to come quickly, but I remember his words. It does feel good and I enjoy it. I just wish it was easier.
“Do you remember that time that you didn’t want to wait for the pizza to finish and you ate it half-cooked?” I say breathlessly. “If it begins to feel like that, then stop.”
“Are you calling me impatient, berry?”
“If the shoe fits . . .”
He huffs a laugh into my cheek. “Normally you wouldn’t be wrong, but I save up all my patience each day. And this seems like a good place to use it.”
“But—”
“Stop worrying your pretty little head for five minutes. It’s just me.”
I take a shaky breath as he continues. I make a conscious effort to not think. To enjoy the moment. I’m in bed with Nate . And he just said he wasn’t in a rush.
Instead of thinking of all the things I could be doing wrong to make this happen, I focus on each of his movements. Nate’s moving up and down rhythmically, going right next to my clit, giving it just enough attention.
I enjoy it each time.
There’s no deadline for this, and every time I want there to be one, I remember Nate’s words. He’s right here, with me, and I can see that there’s no rush. It’s plain as day on his face.
Finally, I feel it build. I try not to put too much pressure on myself, but I know each time feels better and better.
And when the dam bursts, I erupt with a cry. I don’t know how, but it feels better coming from Nate rather than my own hand. I’m used to rushed heat flowing through me. My pleasure always had to fit around Rob’s.
But this is only my own. Nate’s taken the time to make sure I feel good on my own terms, and every nerve ending feels the eruption stronger than I thought possible. I’m a mess of moans as it takes over, and my vision goes black as I feel every millisecond of pleasure I can.
When it’s over, I have to catch my breath as if I’ve been running. Then I finally catch sight of Nate. He’s leaning on his hand, smirking at me.
“So, what have we learned?” he asks.
“You don’t get to gloat,” I say. “I do.”
“You’re right. You do. You got out of your own head.”
“I can do what I’m told sometimes. And sometimes, I do whatever I want.”
I roll us over, getting him on his back before I work with his shorts. Never have I been more glad we were in such casual clothes.
When his cock springs free, though, I freeze. I knew I’d be working with more than I was used to by feel alone, but this is ...
“Uh, berry?” he says, bringing me out of my thoughts. “It’s feeling a little like I’m on display here.”
“Jesus. How did I not notice this thing before?”
“This thing? Rude.”
“This thing is massive. It’s a compliment.”
He laughs, his smirk only growing. “To answer your question, I’ve mastered not letting you know I’m hard.”
“You mastered it the last few times we shared a bed?”
“I did it as a teen.”
My eyes widen. “You must have been a horny teen, then.”
“Obviously. I had you to look at.”
It’s his turn to bring me down by the nape of the neck to kiss him. My mind stumbles over the words before I melt into him.
Eventually, I can feel him against my leg and I wrap my hand around the base of his cock before moving up and down gently. He sucks in a sharp breath of air. My core contracts around nothing, and I know I need him inside of me .
Pulling away, I hunt down the condoms we’d stashed when we first got here.
“Wha—Maisie? Where are you going?”
“Safety first,” I say as I pull them out. “We’re gonna need these. Maybe even all of them.”
Nate looks between me and the condoms before a laugh jolts out of him. “You’re ridiculous, berry.”
“I very much am.” I go through the condoms. “None of these are mammoth sized, so we’ll have to hope they work.”
“You’re gonna give me a big head.”
“At least both of them will match.” I tear off one with my teeth before slowly covering his cock. I take my time with it, enjoying the way his body goes rigid as I touch him. Once the condom is on, I straddle him.
As I sink down onto him, there’s a pleasant burn that I’ve not felt before. I didn’t have this to work with when I was with Rob, and my orgasm only did so much. The feeling grows as I take more of him in, and I realize that he’s hitting parts of me that I didn’t know a man could hit.
Nate feels it too. His hands are tight on my hips and I can see muscles flexing under his skin as he’s fully inside of me.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “This is ... I don’t feel like I’m awake.”
“I know I am,” I say. And I also know I’ll be feeling this tomorrow, but in the best way.
“Are you okay?”
I blink in shock. “Aren’t you feeling a little too good to be asking me that?”
Nate levels me with a flat look. “I can still think , and I want you to enjoy this.”
My cheeks heat, and it hits me once again just how little Rob cared about me. When it was his turn, the only thing on his mind was him.
Nate isn’t like that .
“I’m definitely enjoying this,” I say softly. “More than you know.”
I lean down to press my lips to his. It’s a delicate intimacy I’m not used to with sex, but when I pull back, I grind my hips down and Nate groans low and deep.
My movement spurs on his and he jerks upward. I gasp as I move, eyes slipping shut.
This feels incredible. Just like when he was circling my clit with two fingers. I have no idea how long he’ll last, but I hope it’s forever. I don’t think I can come like this, but I enjoy it more than I can say.
And maybe one day I will.
“I-I’m not—” he grunts. “Honey, I don’t think I can last long.”
My mind trips over what he’s called me, but I can’t think of anything other than how perfect this feels.
“I don’t care,” I say back. “Just fucking come inside of me.”
“ Fuck, ” he mutters as his hips jolt upward again. My core clenches around him, and I wonder if I’m closer to coming again than I realize, but then Nate drags me down for a rough kiss as his cock twitches inside of me.
I’m not disappointed I didn’t come again. I’m surprised I did it the first time.
And I already want to try again.
“You’re so fucking incredible,” he mutters into my lips.
“So, in theory, how fast does it take for you to recover?”
He laughs. “I honestly have no idea. I’ve never wanted to go again so fast.”
“But you do this time, right?”
“You’re insatiable,” he mutters. “I fucking love it.”