A Spicy Excerpt #2
“Willow... baby, please.” His head fell back as she held his cock by the base and drew him into her mouth as far as she could.
Her lips stretched around him, and she worked him deeper into her mouth.
When the head of his cock hit the back of her throat, she breathed through her nose and swallowed, letting the muscles of her throat close around the tip.
Nathan spat out a reverent curse, and his hand in her hair tightened almost to the point of pain. All that did was spur her on.
Drawing back, she bobbed her head, matching the rhythm of her mouth with strokes of her hand. Moaning as his spiciness tantalized her taste buds, she popped her mouth free and licked a bead of precum from the tip. “You taste good.”
“Come here.” He let out a sexy growl while tucking his hands under her arms and lifting her up to stand.
Kicking free from the last of his clothes, he took two steps forward and pushed Willow onto the bed.
She landed on her back and bounced, giggling.
Her smile disappeared at his intense stare before he stripped her panties from her body, adding them to the pile of clothes on the floor.
Nathan crawled over her, settling some of his weight against her.
He rubbed his chest against her nipples, forcing a gasp from her lips.
Reaching between them, he ran his fingers down her slit, testing her wetness before slipping one, then two, fingers inside her.
Her body naturally yielded to his invasion.
While he stretched and finger-fucked her, he alternated between kissing her and sucking on her pierced nipples.
“I love these. I could play with them all day,” he said before tugging on one of the silver rings.
“They’re so pretty. It’s all I can do to keep my hands off you. ”
“Ah! Please, Nathan, shit! They’re so sensitive.” Writhing beneath him, she didn’t know if she wanted to get closer to him or further away. He was driving her mad with his clever fingers and wicked tongue.
Just when she was sure she would come, he retreated, propping himself up on his hands on either side of her head. She glared at him. “W-what? Why are you stopping?”
Out of breath and out of her mind with want for him, she was two seconds from flipping him onto his back and taking matters into her own hands, so to speak.
He brushed his mouth across hers. “I don’t have a condom on. We should have talked about this earlier.”
Biting her lip, she looked down at their bodies. Seeing the physical evidence of his desire heated her blood even more. “I’m... um... I’m on the shot, and I haven’t been with anyone since the last time I got tested—which was well over a year ago. I’m clean if you don’t want to use them.”
“Willow, are you sure?” His gaze searched her face for any sign of uncertainty, and she was touched that he wasn’t tossing the important discussion aside after her disclosure.
“The Army tests us regularly, and I haven’t been with anyone since before my last physical, but this is a big deal.
” He brushed a few strands of her hair away from her cheek before kissing her lips softly.
“I’m sure. I’ve never been more sure about anything. I want to feel you—all of you.”
Taking her at her word, he reached down, lining himself up with her entrance. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her cleft, spreading her wetness over himself before easing inside her slowly, thrusting just a little bit a few times, then stopping before he was all the way inside her.
“Oh fuck,” His entire body stilled. “You feel like heaven, and I’m trying really hard not to embarrass myself here.” He drew a noticeably deep breath before continuing.
When he was finally buried to the hilt, they clung to each other, marveling at the feeling of being intimately joined.
It was more intense... more everything. Her brain was overloaded with pleasure to the point she couldn’t form coherent thoughts.
He was thick and filled her to capacity, stretching her in the most delicious way.
She clenched around him, and he hissed, resting his forehead against hers.
“Nathan... please move. I need you.”
“Holy shit, baby. You feel better than I ever imagined.” He withdrew and surged forward again, then began alternating between slow, long drags that made her beg and short, shallow thrusts that made her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders.
His pace increased and became almost frantic.
“I know I said I’d take my time with you, but I can’t.
You’re just... too... shit. . . so...wet... and warm... fuck!”
Tilting her hips, she met him thrust for thrust, and after that, there were no more words. Their bodies did their talking for them. Together, they climbed higher and higher. Willow lost all perception of time. Her senses were full of Nathan.
The heady, masculine smell of his skin.
The zesty taste of him on her tongue.
The sounds of pure pleasure erupting from him.
The hedonistic expression she saw on his face.
The feel of him driving deep inside her, hitting the spot that had her begging him to send her over the edge.
She was drowning in him and loved every second of it.
She’d had sex before, but she now understood that was all it had been during those encounters...
just sex. But with Nathan, she was making love.
They were two completely different things when you were with the right person and emotions were involved.
The only sounds in the room were their gasps and moans of pleasure and the slap of flesh against flesh.
Willow’s climax hit her out of nowhere, bowing her back with the force of it.
Digging her fingers into his shoulders, she cried out, jerking with the shredding force of her release.
Nathan plunged into her once, twice more, and held himself deep inside her as he followed her into a sea of sheer bliss.
His head fell against her shoulder as the warmth of his release bathed her insides.
That was a first for her, and she treasured the feelings, knowing he was closer to her than anyone else had ever been.
The waves of her orgasm crashed over her and seemed to go on forever before releasing her from the turbulent riptide. Panting and sweating, Willow lay beneath Nathan and tried to catch her breath. “I’m... pretty sure... you killed some of my brain cells.”
“Well, the feeling... is mutual.” They stayed joined together until their lungs replenished their loss of oxygen.
Gently pulling out of her, making them both wince at the oversensitivity, Nathan flopped onto his back beside her and gathered her close.
“I’ll get a cloth to clean us up in a second—as soon as I’m sure my legs will hold me. ”
“No rush. I get it. I sooo get it.” In fact, her legs gave a violent twitch, and she giggled in pure delight. “See? Aftershocks because you rocked my world.”
Lifting her chin, she met his eyes, and they both dissolved into laughter until their sides hurt.
“Baby, can I just say...” Nathan laced his fingers through hers and brought her hand to his mouth, kissing her knuckles. “You amaze me, and not just because making love to you blows my damn mind.”
“Blows other things too.” She grinned, pinching his side with her free hand.
“Ouch!” Swatting her away playfully. “Minx!
Anyway,” he continued. “I can’t remember ever laughing after sex before.
You’re...” Rolling to his side so he was facing her, he tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear.
It was a move he’d done often over the past few days, and it never failed to make her insides melt a little.
“You’re everything. I don’t want to ever let you go. ”
“So don’t.” Leaning forward, she kissed him, sweeping her tongue deep into his mouth. She was desperate for him again already. Rolling him over, she straddled his hips and showed him exactly how well she’d learned to ride.