19. Chapter 19
Chapter 19
Adalie
M y hand shakes and my face heats again as I reach over to open my bedside table drawer. I don’t look over, but Nate stands to peer inside.
“Jesus, fuck,” he says under his breath.
I glance at him. “What? Too much?”
“Nope. I’m just looking at these thinking about the fact that they’ve all been inside you. Which is your favourite?”
“Why?”
He turns to me. “Because if I know which is your favourite, I’ll know better how to make you come.”
My pussy throbs at the look he’s giving me, like he wants to devour me. The more I watch him, the more I need him to do exactly that.
I get up, standing close to him without touching. The drawer is lined with a pale purple silk scarf, each toy clean and laid neatly in a row.
“I have two,” I say, pointing to the glass dildo and the clitoral vibrator. “I use them together.”
He points to one, a dual action vibrator. “Wouldn’t this one do the same thing?”
I roll my lips together, biting down hard from the embarrassment.
His fingers brush my chin, tipping my face up to look at him. “I’m not asking to make you uncomfortable, Adalie. I’m asking because I want you to feel good.”
My voice is barely a whisper when I touch the glass dildo again. “This one is harder. And I prefer the constant pressure I get from having two toys instead of one.”
He groans, his eyes closing as his forehead touches mine. “Adalie. Do you have any idea how hard this conversation is making me?”
I shake my head.
His eyes open, dark storm clouds staring into mine.
“You’re welcome to check,” he says, his voice rough.
I place a hand on his chest, skimming down to his abs. He watches me the whole time as my hand travels lower and lower until I touch the bulge in the front of his pants. His eyes close and he groans again. I press a little more firmly against him, delighting in the reaction I get and the feeling of the hard cock still trapped in his jeans.
“Can I take it out?” I ask softly.
He doesn’t open his eyes. Just shakes his head.
I snatch my hand back, suddenly worried I’ve read the whole situation wrong.
He looks at me, wrapping a hand around my wrist. “Not because I don’t want you to. Because I want you too much. I’m intending to take this slow tonight, princess. And if you take my dick out now, we’ll move too fast.”
He lifts the hand that had been touching him and places a soft kiss in the middle of my palm. He takes out the two toys I’d said are my favourite, setting them next to the condoms and closing the drawer.
His head dips until he captures my lips again, and I melt into him. He smiles, his hands sliding down my back. “There you are. Good to have you back. Now, stay out of your head, princess. Just feel.”
His fingers skip along the ticklish skin at my waist. I suck in a breath as a shiver races along my nerve endings at the touch. His hands delve under my shirt, pulling it off me in a swift motion. Because of the tattoo, I’m not wearing a bra, so my breasts are bare, and he’s staring at them like they’re the most beautiful things he’s ever seen. His head lowers until he captures one stiff nipple between his lips, sucking and licking. My pussy clenches at the contact and I shift, needing to be closer. He gathers me against him before lifting me easily and setting me on the bed. His mouth doesn’t leave my breast as a hand comes up to play with the other nipple. He lingers, licking, sucking, biting, as I writhe beneath him. My hands are frantic on his back, trying to pull his body closer so I can rub my core against him. My pussy is aching to be touched, but he’s completely ignoring it, so focused on one nipple, then the other.
“Nate,” I say, my voice hardly more than a breath. “Please.”
“Please, what, princess?” he asks, not lifting his head far.
I shake my head, unable to say the words.
“Tell me what you want me to do,” Nate says, his breath hot on my skin.
“I can’t,” I whisper.
“Yes, you can. Come on, princess. Talk dirty to me.”
For some reason, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. I laugh, my body shaking beneath his. He lifts his head, and I’m worried for half a second that I’ve offended him, but he smiles at me.
“You think that’s funny, do you?”
I lift my hand and pinch my finger and thumb together. “A little bit.”
“Why?”
“Because. I couldn’t talk dirty if my life depended on it.”
“No? Maybe you need to hear a little dirty talk to get used to it.” He leans down and kisses my lips, then my cheek right next to my ear, his beard soft against my skin. “You want me to tell you how I’m going to lick your pussy until you scream my name and come on my face? Or maybe I should tell you about what’s going to happen after your first orgasm.”
“What’s going to happen?” I whisper, my body on fire, the ache between my thighs intense. I lift my hips, trying in vain to get some part of him to touch me there.
“After you’ve come, I’m going to slide my cock into your hot cunt. Are you going to want it fast or slow, Adalie?”
“Slow,” I whisper.
“See? It’s not hard to tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you slow and deep and I’ll use that vibrator on your clit at the same time until you come on my cock. Is that what you want, princess?”
“Yes,” I breathe, desperate now. I squirm beneath him as he speaks low in my ear. My hands grasp his shoulders, trying to drag him closer to me or pull myself closer to him. But it’s like trying to move a mountain. He’s as hard as one, too. “Nate,” I say. “I want our clothes off.”
He presses a hot kiss to my neck before rising to his knees from his place between my legs. He strips his t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor. While I’m drinking in the sight of him—the tattoos that cover his arms and chest, the hair that trails down his abs and disappears into the pants he’s still wearing—he reaches for the button at the top of my jeans, tugging them down with my underwear so I’m bare before him.
“Damn, princess,” he says. “You’re fucking exquisite.” His fingers skim from my breasts to my hips. “This is what happens when you tell me what you want.” His eyes lock on mine, intense and full of heat. “I give it to you.”
“Are you going to do what you said now?” I ask.
“Which part?”
I whimper and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss me again. I hold his face between my hands as I return the kiss.
“Yes,” he says. “I’m going to do what I said now.”
He kisses me one more time before beginning a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my body. My collar bone. My breasts, lingering on each nipple. My belly, pausing to admire the piercing at my belly button. Finally, he reaches my pussy, kissing me once before spreading me open and licking from my entrance to my clit. I arch toward him, crying out.
He lifts his head, and I groan, only realizing I have my fingers in his hair when I push his head back toward my throbbing pussy.
He chuckles. “You may not be able to say what you want, but you know, don’t you?”
“Yes. Please, Nate. I need—”
“Need this?” he asks, and I notice he’s grabbed the glass dildo as the chilled tip of it traces my entrance.
“Yes. Yes. And your tongue.”
He presses the dildo into me, rewarding me for using my words. “When you’ve been practicing, do you like it to move or be still?”
“Move,” I gasp. “Slow.”
He makes a rumbling sound of approval. “Like you said you want my dick.”
“Nate. Fuck.”
He’s moving the dildo in and out of me, slowly. The glass heats quickly from my body.
“I’m going to make you come now, Adalie. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I practically shout. “Please, Nate. Please make me come.”
“Oh, princess. All you had to do was ask.”
His head dips again and he licks me, his tongue hot on my clit. I cry out as the pleasure sweeps through me, my whole body tensing under his ministrations. While he licks my most sensitive spot, the heavy glass slides in and out of me in a careful rhythm. The combination if his mouth and the dildo create sensations better than any time I’d played with my toys on my own. I feel at once like I’m floating on a cloud of bliss and about to shatter into a million glittering pieces.
My fingers are in his hair, nails dragging along his scalp while my hips shift with the rhythm he’s set with the dildo. He licks me again, then looks up, our eyes locking over the length of my naked body and I feel like I’m looking down on us from above. I’m completely open to him, my legs spread wide for his face between them. I have my hands in his hair, holding him where I want him. And Nate. He is absolutely decadent, his wide shoulders unrepentantly taking up space, one hand pressed against my thigh, the other holding that dildo, thrusting it in and out of me.
Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I break immediately, coming so hard my body shakes. I scream his name, just like he said I would. Aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me as he continues to lick and suck on my clit, softer now, until I lay limp beneath him.
He rises from between my thighs, removing the dildo, and meets my lips with his, letting me taste myself. His beard and mustache are wet against my skin. Wet from me. It is the most erotic kiss I’ve ever had and my pussy throbs again, wanting more of what I’ve just experienced. I moan into his mouth, feeling relaxed and tense at the same time while he kisses me.
“So how did I do?” he asks.
I grin. “You want a performance review? Now?”
He laughs and kisses me again. “Can’t hurt. You know, make sure I’m going in the right direction, here.”
“You are having way too much fun.”
He chuckles. “There’s no such thing as too much fun during sex, princess.”
“Eleven out of ten,” I tell him. “A plus.”
“Bonus marks?” he says, grinning. “Let’s see if I can get some more, hm?”
He gets off the bed, setting the dildo on the table and placing the vibrator next to me before undoing his belt. I rise to my elbows. Though I want to float on the bliss cloud, I want to see him naked more.
He laughs as he undoes the button and slides down the zipper. “You’re not even going to look me in the eye? You’re just going to stare at my cock?”
I glance up. “Yes,” I say, grinning.
“Fair.” He leans down, kissing me again.
Then he steps back and drops his pants to the ground, letting me see him for the first time. I know, distantly, that he has tattoos over both legs, but at the moment all I can see is that cock. It’s not obscenely long, about average length. It is, however, obscenely thick. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around the shaft, my thumb and middle finger barely meeting as I circle him.
“Are you sure that’s going to fit?” I ask.
He laughs, his head tipping back, a grin on his face. He leans toward me, pressing that smile against my lips in a kiss. “You are very good for my ego, princess. We’re going to go slow, remember?”
My breath catches in my lungs. He looks so happy, so at ease, so far from the closed man I met almost two months ago. It feels like a gift he’s given me, this side of him that he shares with so few people. I kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him with me as I lay back. The bed dips as he retakes the space between my legs, kneeling there before rolling on a condom and leaning down to take my lips.
The tip of his cock nudges my pussy, his hand sliding down to guide himself in. I moan as he fills me, my eyes drifting closed.
“Nate. That feels so good.”
“Adalie,” he says, his voice rough. I open my eyes to see a look of absolute concentration on his face, his breathing ragged as he inches inside me. I touch his cheek, and he focuses on me.
“Hard,” I say.
He captures my lips in an all-consuming kiss and slams into me, his cock filling me in a way no one has ever done before. Tears fill my eyes, spilling down my cheeks into my hair.
“Hey,” Nate says. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, holding him to me so he can’t move away. “No. It’s good. You’re good. You’re perfect.”
He chuckles. “I don’t know if I’d go that far.” He shifts and says, “How do I turn this on?”
The vibrator. My cheeks heat as I take it from him, showing him the button.
“Adalie,” he admonishes, taking it back from me and rising to his knees. “My cock is buried in your pussy right now. You don’t need to be embarrassed about a toy. Especially since I’m about to use this toy and my dick to make you come a second time.”
He presses the vibrator to my clit, and I jerk at the feeling. He adjusts the pressure, and I shift my hips, rocking onto his cock in slow movements.
“That’s right, princess. Show me how you like it. Use me.”
“Nate,” I say, my voice breathy. I hadn’t thought I’d be able to come a second time. I’ve never been able to make myself come twice, even if I wanted to. But with Nate’s length filling me, stretching me, and that vibrator massaging my clit, I’m racing to the edge of a second orgasm in a matter of seconds.
“Fuck,” Nate says, awed. “You have no idea what you look like, princess. Your hair is wild, and your skin is flushed. The way you’re squirming like you can’t get enough of me.”
“I can’t. Nate. I’m—”
“Say it. You’re what, Adalie? You’re close? You’re going to come all over my cock? Is that what you want to say?”
“Yes. That’s what I want to say.”
“I thought so, but it’s nice to hear it.”
He takes over the movement, keeping his thrusts slow and constant, but deeper than I’d been able to move since I hadn’t wanted to accidentally move away from the pressure of the vibrator on my clit.
“There, Nate. Yes. Just like that.” The last word ends on a gasp as the pleasure washes over me in waves. My orgasm slams into me, clenching around the cock sliding in and out of me.
I scream, my hands reaching for him, gripping his wrists, my nails digging into his skin. He removes the vibrator, his hands shifting to grip my hips. He drives into me hard, and I cry out again. He moves fast, pulling me toward him with each deep thrust.
“Fuck, Adalie,” he grinds out. “Your fucking cunt.”
I wrap my legs around him, riding with him as he chases his own release. It feels amazing. His fingers dig into me as our bodies crash together over and over. My orgasm is still throbbing through me and after a few more thrusts, I’m surprised as a third orgasm ignites, fireworks sparking behind my eyes. I shudder and moan as he follows me over the edge, groaning as his release spills out of him.
His chest is heaving as he falls next to me on the bed. He’s up in a moment, removing the condom.
“Why don’t you have an ensuite?” he asks, looking around my room.
I giggle. “Because this isn’t the master bedroom. There’s better natural light in the other room so I use it as my art studio.”
He laughs and shakes his head, kissing my temple. “I’ll be right back,” he says.
I rise. “I’ll come with you. I need to clean these anyway.”
“I’ll do it.” He takes the toys before I can get up.
I shift to follow him. “There’s a cleaner—”
He pushes me down. “Tell me where it is and relax.”
“I can—”
“Tell me the truth, Adalie. How many times did you come tonight?”
I suck in a breath. “Three.”
He grins and kisses me again, this one sweet and soft. “Bask in it, princess. I’ll be right back.”
I tell him where to find the cleaner and he’s gone and returns within a few minutes, setting the toys into the drawer where they belong before settling on the bed next to me.
“I was thinking while I was in there,” he tilts his head toward the bathroom. “We didn’t eat a lot at your parents’. Are you hungry?”
I laugh. “Instead of asking me if I’m hungry, you could have just said you are.”
He laughs as well, smoothing my hair. “You’re right. I’m hungry.”
I snuggle into him, and he wraps his arm around me, holding me close. “I could eat.” I look up at him. “Do you have to go after, or will you stay?”
“Do you want me to stay?” His stormy grey eyes search mine and I swallow hard.
“I do.”
“Then I will,” he says, kissing me again. “For as long as you want, princess.”