Chapter 26 #2
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“I’m not him.” The words are laced with a firm tone.
“I know that, Nate. Seriously, I do. But I’ve had a not-so-fun experience, and I don’t want that to happen again.”
“Then I’ll hold off. Or we can try it. All you need to do is enjoy it. If you won’t, then we’ll find something you do enjoy.”
“And what about you? What do you enjoy? ”
“Fucking anything when it comes to you. Seriously, berry, you could step on me and I’d be down for it.”
I can’t help the shocked laugh that escapes me. “Step on you? Is that a kink I’ve not heard about?”
“Maybe. I don’t kink shame.” He presses a kiss to my hip. “But I’m serious. Anything to do with you and I’m happy.”
If it were anyone else, I would think he was feeding me a line. But he’s more than proven himself every day on this vacation.
And I can’t be restricted by what happened with Rob.
“O-okay then. Let’s try it.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod. “Nervous, but sure.”
“You know you can tell me if you wanna switch it up, right?”
“I do. And I will.”
“That’s my girl. Now get the hell out of your head and let me eat you out.”
Jesus. I didn’t know he could talk like this. But I like seeing this side of him.
With a tug, my shorts and underwear come off in one movement. I have to resist the urge to hide like I would with anyone else. It’s Nate . He would never judge me.
Slowly, my thighs part, and he’s in between them.
Nate remembers what I said earlier. I don’t like direct stimulation, so he goes around. His tongue feels different than his fingers did, different from the one time I tried this before and it didn’t end well.
It doesn’t feel bad, but it’s new. Historically, new things take me a while to get used to.
“Th—” He gets a really good movement in and it stops me, but then I continue. “N-Nate, this’ll take a while. Just a warning.”
Nate lifts up just enough to say, “Good. I’m having a great time down here.”
When he goes back in, he’s bolder. His tongue catches the edge of my clit, and I have to stop myself from flinching as the sensation rushes through me.
“Too sensitive?” he asks.
I shake my head immediately. I’ve always been so sure of what I want, but that is perfect. That is what I need.
Nate does it again. And again. Not one after another, or else I’d be jumping out of my skin, but just enough to make me feel like I’m at the edge right before he drags me off it.
I forget about time. About the end goal. It’s just me and him on this bed, and he’s making me feel like I’m floating in the sky. Finally, I have no thoughts other than what he’s doing to me.
My hands comb through his hair as it builds. My legs tighten and my eyes screw shut. It starts with warmth. And fire.
“ F-fuck , Nate. Just like that.”
This time is better than the last. I thought the first was earth-shattering, but it was just a candle in the night compared to the fire in my veins now.
It’s incredible, and I’m a mess when all the sensation finally fades. My chest heaves as I catch my breath.
Nate is watching me, and I wonder how long I have before he tells me how right he was about going down on me.
But when I finally look at him, there’s no pride on his face. Instead, there’s a small smile and eyes so warm it makes me flush.
“Wh-what?” I ask.
That snaps him out of it. “Nothing.”
I raise an eyebrow, a silent challenge.
“You’re just better than anything I could have imagined.”
Feeling slams into me. He could easily keep things sexual, but this is soft and loving in a way I’m shockingly used to.
“You are too,” I reply, and I mean it. Never in my life did I think I would be here.
And there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.
I reach down to cup his chin before bringing him up to me. When our lips meet, I taste myself, but also him. It’s a flavor I never want to forget.
Nate’s hand moves to hold my face, his body pinning me down as if I could float away, but there’s nowhere I would want to go.
He seems content to stay here and make out on the bed, but I can feel how hard he is. And I feel empty.
I arch against him to get us back on track, giving the tiniest bit of friction against his cock. His breath stutters at it.
“So impatient,” he says, his usual smile on his face.
“I can’t wait forever,” I say against his lips. “There’s a condom right next to us.”
“You’re always prepared.” He lifts off of me to get rid of all his clothes and grab protection, then he’s right back where he belongs.
When he kisses me again, I bite down on his bottom lip and he groans. “Do that again and this won’t be lasting nearly as long as you want this to.”
I immediately want to do it again, but this time, I move to his neck. I get a shocked gasp before he’s gone. I don’t even have time to complain before I’m tugged to the edge of the bed and bent over it.
“Holy shit ,” I say breathlessly.
“Can’t bite me if I’m taking you from behind.”
“But I want to.”
“And I’m telling you that will send me over the edge. Warn a guy next time.”
“No.”
He huffs out a laugh. “I expect nothing less from you, but I’m making this last as long as I possibly can. So sit still and let me fuck you.”
“You better— ah! ” I don’t get to finish my sentence as he slides inside. This angle makes his cock rub against new parts of me, parts that I thought were exhausted after I’d already come.
But my body is alive, and it loves this .
“Fuck,” he mutters into my skin. “You feel so fucking good.” His voice is basically a growl.
“God, you do too. I could—I want this to last forever.” I’m not sure if I mean him fucking me or us in general.
But both are true. I know it more than anything.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted you to say that,” he says as he pulls out and goes right back in. I gasp as I’m shoved into the sheets.
I didn’t know sex could feel like this, but now that I know, there’s no way I can ever accept anything but him. He’s too perfect.
My body clamps down on his cock, and a new kind of heat builds as he moves. I don’t know if I’ll come or not, but this feels so good that I don’t care. I let myself feel, not worrying about anything but the moment.
And it grows. My hands twist in the sheets as I try to push back into him. I’m a mess, and I’m sure he is too.
Nate’s pace picks up and I know he’s close.
“I’m gonna— fuck .”
I want to tell him to come, but I can’t even form words. I’m too lost in us. Finally, he slams into me and holds me close. Once again, we’re both out of breath, and my body still sings as I feel him empty inside of the condom.
The more time we have, the more I want to explore this.
I hope he meant the same thing I did when I mentioned forever.
“I think ... you’re about to be the reason I have a normal sleep schedule,” he says into my shoulder.
“Tired already?” I ask.
“How are you not?”
“I am, but tomorrow is the end of the cruise. I guess I’m not ready for it to end.”
His lips land on my cheek. “Nothing is ending tomorrow, berry. In fact, I think it’s just beginning. ”
I let out a long breath. He has no idea how much I need to hear those words.
Now I just need them to come true.