28. Jeanie
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jeanie
Nose Breathers
Nathan has made me come so many times I’ve lost count. It’s clear he finds pleasure watching me get off, but without the same release, his body is taut and on edge. I reach for him, wanting to reciprocate, but he grabs my wrist, halting it in midair.
“No.” He presses a kiss to my palm and then places it flat on his bare chest like his decision is made. Case closed.
Stunned, I focus on our point of contact. His pecs rise and fall beneath my touch. I frown as I struggle to unravel his logic.
“You don’t want me to touch you?” It’s all I can conclude.
“Badly.” He lets out a low chuckle. His gaze drops to the fabric of his boxer jocks, where they pitch high and tight. They look uncomfortable.
“But I want to touch you,” I say, even though I’m nervous.
“Tonight was only supposed to be about you. ”
“Me?”
I soften. Nathan has made it clear he’ll sleep with me if I allow it, which means he’s sidestepping what he wants. For me.
Maybe he thinks he’s rushing me. Maybe he knows I’m inexperienced. Maybe he thinks he’s being nice. The problem is his selflessness only makes me want this more.
I inch closer. “I want to taste you.”
I slip one finger beneath the elastic of his boxer jocks and slide it back and forth. When my knuckles brush his abs, his breathing turns ragged. Taking that as my cue, I let my hand drift lower and cup his bulge.
“Let me make you feel good,” I say, using his own words against him.
He inhales with a shaky nod.
I kiss him and then roll down his waistband. Nathan’s cock pops free and rigid.
At the sight, I become concerned. He’s not only long but he’s thick. Very thick. Because he’s gone unattended, the skin is darker with heat, his veins throbbing. And he’s precariously close to exploding—literally.
Carefully, I tug off his bottoms. He kicks them away and they hit the floor. With nothing now in my way, I rub his pre-cum with my thumb and then encircle his girth with my fingers. My grip doesn’t come close to wrapping around him.
There’s a quick hitch in his breathing when I pump his length. Wanting to be closer to that little sound, I lean in and brush my mouth to his. Every time he makes it, I want to suck it in and eat it up. It’s so deliciously sexy and vulnerable.
“I’m too fucking horny for you,” he says softly.
I’m unsure if this is an apology or a plea. A bead of sweat has formed on his hairline, signaling he’s on the verge of losing it already. But then he’s been waiting for this since we started.
“Tell me what to do,” I say.
“My cock between your tits.” Then he kisses me like a man possessed.
Those words and his kiss are all it takes to convince me. Nathan straddles my waist as I lie on my back.
“It’s my turn to watch you,” I say, pleased with this development.
My hands trace the hard planes of his pecs. I grip his hips and run my palms over his sturdy corded thighs. I stroke his shaft, covering him in lube I found in his toybox as Nathan kisses me.
With both hands, I squeeze my breasts tight for him. Slowly, his dick slides into the valley between, like he’s entering me for the first time.
“I love your fucking tits,” he says when he’s surrounded.
He pumps once with a long, wet glide and stops to inhale a controlled breath. His nostrils flare on an exhale. He pumps again, slower this time, and his eyelids sink shut.
When he releases a barbaric moan, he pulls me into the hot moment.
He’s getting off because of me. On me .
I marvel I have the power to affect him this way. Every insecurity about my body falls away, and a lascivious wave uncoils low in my belly.
“Fucking yes,” he says with complete devotion.
As he pumps, he reaches for my breasts and rolls my nipples between his fingers. It delivers a shock to my sex that teeters between ache and building arousal. My hips undulate in time with his thrusts. I’m greedy for my own release ... again.
“So. Fucking. Hot.”
Strong thighs clench my sides as he drives between my mounds. Above me, every single muscle on his ripped body works in unison as if made for this sole purpose.
He’s so beautiful, it hurts.
“Touch yourself.” He holds my breasts, leaving my hands free.
My hand slips under him and between my legs. I’m already soaked. Two fingers press on my clit. As Nathan thrusts, he nudges my arm. The consistent movement rubs, causing my center to tighten.
I stick out my tongue and swipe the tip of Nathan’s crown each time he nears. He’s hot, salty, and savory. On the third lick, he unravels and moans, his face pinching.
“Fuck, Jeanie. I’m coming.”
He hisses and thrusts before his back tightens and cum shoots from his pulsing dick across my neck in hot, lacy waves.
But Nathan’s not done with me yet. After he’s finished, he face-dives between my legs.
The shock of him there, his heat and lips sucking me, takes me to the edge. I clench his hair between my fingers and come harder than I have all night. My legs quake around him as I scream.
“Nathan,” I cry out in a drawn-out whine.
He slides over me, matching his chest and hips with mine. We kiss like this could end in the next second. And then I realize, it will. It will end.
But for tonight, I’ll take as much as I can. I won’t even sleep.
After a shower, we wrap ourselves in towels and lie together on the bed. Tucked under his arm, we watch the morning sun rise on the horizon. Birds chirp. The hotel stirs. The world outside comes into focus. We pillow-talk as we drift, boneless with exhaustion.
“How can you go down on me for so long? Don’t you need air?” I ponder the half-joke out loud.
“I’m not a mouth breather; I’m a nose breather.”
We laugh quietly, our shoulders jiggling.
“But I could use some help on my lap dances. You’ll have to teach me those headboard moves.” His fingers coil around a strand of my wet hair.
“You’re never going to let me forget that, are you?”
“Your twerking ass lives rent-free in my brain.” He taps his forehead.
“Stop!” I bury my face in his chest.
“Did you happen to try the Wolf tickler?” he asks.
“Tickle what?” I’m losing consciousness. I’m too tired to think.
The last thing I register Nathan saying is, “It’s hidden in a secret compartment with the twin butt plugs. Maybe we’ll try ... ”
Sleep catches up to me before I can decipher the rest.
My respite doesn’t last long, though.
Only a handful of hours pass before I wake, my face smashed into my pillow. My arms and legs are arranged like a shipwreck. Sunlight floods the room, which means it’s afternoon.
The coffee machine kicks on and off. Footsteps pad across the room and the air pressure near me changes. Nathan rests a comforting hand on my shoulder and rubs.
“Jeanie, I made you an espresso.”
“I’m awake.” I sit up and brush away my tangled hair. I yawn and rub my face, wiping the sleep from my eyes.
“Barely.” He hands me a tiny cup.
“I couldn’t sleep. Some dude wouldn’t stop giving me orgasms.”
“Sounds terrible.” He chuckles and sits on the mattress. “What’s on your evil agenda today?” He strokes my leg.
“Well ...” I take a sip and set the cup aside to share something I’ve been mulling over. “I’ve decided to give wedding sabotaging a rest.”
He stiffens. “And the fake boyfriend too?”
“For that, I think I’d like to renegotiate our contract.”