Chapter 27 #2
“You know I promised to only undress you when you beg me for it,” he murmurs against my neck. “But I guess I’m the one begging for you to let me.” Straddling me, his hands at the hem of my sweater, he asks, “Can I, please?”
I nod, sitting up to help him strip me, my upper body exposed except for the bra covering my breasts. When my sweater is gone, Nash’s eyes zero in on my throat, and he reaches out to grab the necklace I’m wearing with a thumb and a forefinger.
Saylor’s necklace.
Fuck.
Would he be okay with what I’m doing right now?
Nash’s frown deepens when he inspects the necklace, only to suck in a breath when he turns it, reading Saylor’s name on the back.
“Wha-wha—” he starts stuttering before his eyes come up to mine, and he tries again. “How?”
“I found it in a maintenance hatch of one of the boats,” I reply, but I can see in his eyes that he knows there’s more to the story.
He mutters, “Can’t wait to hear all about it… later,” before pulling me in by the necklace to kiss me again.
Nash wraps his arms around me, fingers grasping for the clasp of my bra.
I kiss him hastily, lightly nipping at his lower lip, reaching out for him, palming his strained cock under the fabric.
When my bra finally comes loose, he tugs it off my body, tossing it to the floor and leaning back to admire my chest.
Nash squeezes my breast before leaning in to suck on my nipple.
His free hand massages the other, pinching it lightly until it’s perky against his fingertips.
He circles his thumb as he continues to work my tits, making lewd noises as he releases my nipple with a wet pop, only to latch onto it again, sucking harder.
He moves to the other one, sucking until I squirm beneath him, whimpering in pleasure. Still completely clothed, he pulls his sweater over his head as well as his shirt until he’s naked from the waist up.
My fingers trail his abs, then down to the skin right above the hem of his jeans. Once I unbuckle his belt, he slides out of his pants and boxers. His cock is rock-hard and twitches slightly when I can’t take my eyes off him.
With a little help from Nash, I slide off my jeans, keeping my black G-string on.
He leans in to kiss me, just a short peck, before commanding, “Lay on your stomach.”
I do, watching over my shoulder to see what he’s doing.
He lets his hands glide up and down my thighs, my sides, down my back, cherishing every curve, making goose bumps rise in his wake.
His hands find my ass, massaging it. “God, you have no idea how fucking sexy you are,” he praises, his voice laced with desire while he slips a finger past the fabric, sliding it up and down my already wet slit, making me shudder and moan.
“I fantasized about having you like this.”
Losing his composure, he slaps my ass and grips my panties, ripping them off my body before he leans down and licks me like a starving man. He grabs my hips and pulls me up so he has a better angle to stick his tongue right into me, groaning loudly.
I have to grip the sheets, gasping for breath when he sucks and nips, circling my clit in the way only he can with perfect pace and pressure.
Jesus, the man can use that tongue of his.
“Nash.” I’m completely out of breath and close, oh so damn close already.
“Come on my face,” he commands, gripping my hips a little harder, dragging me closer, licking up the length of my slit before he finds my clit again.
It feels a little like worship. Like he’s been craving my taste just as bad as I was him.
I come hard, pushing myself back into his face, gripping the bed sheet, my legs trembling, my heart pounding, and my moans turning into groans, low and throaty.
When he moves away to grab a condom, I take a second to try and catch my breath.
My arms and legs are trembling when he settles onto the bed behind me again, sliding a palm down my spine, a finger stroking down the seam of my ass as he lines his cock up with my pussy.
Guiding it in smoothly, my pussy clenches every inch he slides in. He bottoms out, groaning, and stays still, waiting for my body to adjust to his size. “You okay, pretty girl?” he asks softly when I don’t move and just pant, feeling full and oh so good.
“Yes, more. Please, more,” I beg underneath him.
When he lays on top of me, he gathers me in his arms, squeezing me tight as he starts to slide out and back inside.
The entire time, his body moves in languid, sensual strokes on top of mine, fitting perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.
His chest is glued to my back, his heartbeat strong and steady, matching the rhythm of my own.
In this moment, there’s no fear, no uncertainty—just us, lost in the depths of our connection.
He pushes up to sprinkle my back with kisses, showering me in affection while his cock strokes my inner walls. I feel him everywhere—the connection too much yet not enough. I feel like mush, lovey-dovey mush, as he grips my hair by the base and turns my head so he can reach my lips.
Nash wanders from my lips to my shoulder, biting the skin, making me gasp before he leans back and pulls my hips up. His long strokes turn faster, more urgent, making my pussy flutter around his cock, and I moan loudly.
“The fucking sounds you make are addictive,” he groans out, panting hard too.
“Just like the rest of you. I’m a fucking addict.
” My arms collapse until my face is buried in his pillows, and all I can smell is his ocean scent.
All I can feel is him fucking me, not rough but passionately, accompanied by sounds of him cursing and moaning.
“You’re so goddam perfect, this tight, perfect pussy. Fuck.”
A hand slides up and down my side before it finds my core to press on my overstimulated clit.
“C’mon, pretty girl, I know you missed me making you come.
Don’t you want to come for me one more time?
” he murmurs, his rough voice sending shivers down my spine as my hips push back to meet his while his thumb is relentless.
“Nash, fuck!” My voice raises in pitch as I come, my legs trembling, but he holds me up as he ruts into me at a faster pace, finding his release with a curse.
He lowers both of us back down, kissing my shoulder blades and the back of my head. “Attagirl, holy shit.” He pants into my neck, his hands rubbing my sides as we calm down with gradually quieting pants. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Siren.”