Chapter 29
chapter twenty-nine
It’s late in the night when we finally pull up to my house. Nate drove back, mostly because I couldn’t keep my eyes open. Even sleeping in until noon wasn’t enough for either of us. Socializing only added to the exhaustion.
Rob did wind up telling everyone about us. Most people congratulated us. Andrea looked at us like we’d shit in her stew.
Quinn told us not to worry about it. And I didn’t. My friendship was with her and her only.
I didn’t owe the rest of them anything.
“We’re home,” Nate says. I can’t resist the smile that crosses my face when he says the word home . “Or at least you are.”
“Shh. You’re staying the night, right?”
“If you’ll have me. Eventually I’ll annoy you to the point you kick me out.”
“If you haven’t done it yet, you never will.”
He laughs, but it has a soft edge to it. I crack one eye open to see him with the lovesick expression he’d had the night before when I told him I loved him.
“Should I carry you in?” he asks.
“I can walk. Just not for long. ”
Nate begins unbuttoning his dress shirt when we get inside. “Well, that’s over. We survived.”
“It went well. After we told Quinn, that is. I really thought she would be more shocked.”
“She’s your best friend for a reason. Though, I could’ve done without you telling her how big my dick is in my presence.”
“You got a glowing review from me,” I reply. “Isn’t that what you want?”
“I suppose I can’t complain.”
“Will you help me get the hell out of this dress? I’m done with clothes.”
His head snaps up. “Now I really can’t complain.”
Nate wastes no time. I gather my hair and his hands find the zipper. I feel like I can breathe when it’s off of my body.
“You looked gorgeous in it, but I prefer the view when that thing is off.”
Nate presses a kiss to my neck. I may be tired, but I have an instant reaction to that. It’s a shame that we didn’t have the energy to do anything the night before.
I want to find a way tonight.
Leaning into him, I tilt my head to the side to give him better access. “Bed or couch?” he asks.
My eyes pop open. “Forward, aren’t we?”
“I had to watch you in that dress all night and barely touched you. Trust me, I was a saint .”
The bed would be more comfortable, but we don’t wind up making it there. Once I spin around to kiss him, he’s backing me up until we’re plopping on the couch. I wind up in his lap, straddling his hips.
When we did this last time, our future felt like it was in flux. Neither of us were on the same page, and this felt so delicate that I was afraid of breaking it.
This time, we know exactly where we stand. It doesn’t have to be delicate. It’s just us .
I work to get his clothes off, needing to even things up, and he removes my underwear, leaving the two of us completely naked. The only time we stop is to grab a condom from my purse.
When all of this started, I was worried we would ruin things. What I didn’t know is that it could be better . Instead of worrying about what could go wrong, I should have seen what would go right.
I can feel him against my pussy, and I’m tempted to take him inside of me. But as I shift, his cock brushes against my clit, and I can’t help but let out a moan at the contact.
“Does that feel good, honey?” he whispers into my mouth.
“Ah, yes. But?—”
“Then do it again and again. However long you want to.”
I should know not to argue with him about this. Nate knows me far too well, and he’s only been patient about how long it takes me to come.
I don’t know why I keep forgetting.
It’s nice to drive this time, and I move my hips up and down along his hardness, chasing a feeling that’s new to me. My fingers dig into his shoulders, but the pressure is exactly what I need.
Nate stops kissing me long enough to bury his face in my neck. His teeth gently nip my skin and my entire body erupts in gooseflesh. He immediately notices and does it again.
My hands move from his shoulders up to his hair to keep his mouth against my neck. This time, his mouth attaches to my skin, and I know that I’ll have a hickey tomorrow.
It’s so worth it.
As seconds turn to minutes, this is usually when I start to get insecure about how long it takes for my body to respond. I’m arching into him, so focused on the moment that I don’t care what time is passing. I know Nate is here with me, and there’s no race to the finish line with him.
It hits me as I continue rubbing up and down that I have so much more to experience with him. I want to find everything that makes him tick, and I want him to do the same to me.
I don’t think something purely for my own benefit will do anything for Nate, but as I move, his jaw tightens and he throws his head back against the couch.
“Fuck, berry. You feel so good.”
I don’t realize how out of breath I am until I try to speak. “R-really?”
“Yes.” His hips jolt upward, adding to the pressure. I gasp and try to keep it together, but it feels way too good.
His hands curl through my hair, keeping me pressed into him. Normally, something like that would be a distraction, but every one of my cells is on fire, and the things he does send me careening even closer to the edge.
My hands tighten as my body lights up. Nate must know what’s coming, and he moves from my neck to a spot right on my collarbone, a place where I’m even more sensitive.
I shudder against him, my orgasm washing over me like a wave I don’t want to stop. My eyes close and I let out a moan that sounds like his name as I’m taken captive by pure pleasure.
“That was fast,” Nate says sometime later.
I take a second to catch my breath. “I didn’t keep track.”
“Good. You shouldn’t.” He arches his hips up one more time and I nearly jump into the air. I’m so sensitive, I feel like a live wire. “Sorry. Too much?”
“For now. But that just means we can do other things.”
“I’m at your mercy,” he says. “Do whatever you want.”
I feel him at my core and I press down slightly. I’m tempted to make this slow, to take him in one inch at a time so I’m not sore in the morning.
But I like remembering what we’ve done. And I want to remember this.
“I don’t want you to be at my mercy,” I say.
Nate pauses and raises his eyebrow. “And what do you want? ”
“Flip me over and fuck me. Hard. ”
“You sure?”
I nod. “Yes. Very sure. Don’t take it easy on me.”
He presses a kiss to my lips. “Then I feel the need to apologize in advance and say I love you.”
“I love you too, but there’s no need for apologies.”
“Save that thought for after.”
It feels like I’m airborne when Nate flips me over. I’m pressed into the couch as he takes me from behind. I have no time to adjust to the new position before he lines himself up and slams inside of me.
“Oh, fuck .” That’s all I can manage as he fucks me exactly how I want him to. My pussy burns as I’m stretched to the max.
It’s too much. It’s perfect.
I never want it to end.
Everything around me disappears and all I can focus on is him. Nate has stamina that lasts, and he only seems to speed up. I’m a mess of broken moans as he thrusts into me with a ruthlessness I didn’t think possible.
Something builds underneath the movement. Something with no expectation, just feeling.
“Fuck, honey. I’m gonna come.”
All I can do is moan in response. His hand curls through my hair, tugging it back.
And then I’m thrown over the edge into an orgasm that I don’t expect. I’m not used to coming twice, and the fire that washes over me takes me away, shooting me into the stars as I lose myself.
I need to do this again. I need to do this a million times, actually.
When Nate finally stops, he’s just as out of breath as I am, and leans over my body.
“Holy shit,” he says with a ragged breath. Then he kisses my shoulder. “Are you okay? Was that too much? ”
All I can do is laugh. “I’m definitely not okay, but in the best way.”
“Good,” he says. “We need to try that again.”
As usual, it’s like he’s reading my mind.
“Give me until the morning, and then we’ll definitely try that again. And many times after that.”