37. Nathan
thirty-seven
I must be dreaming.And if I am dreaming, I never want to be woken.
My good girl let me drop her on the bed and undress her wordlessly, like she understood how important this moment is to me too. Like submitting to me is her honor, and not something she has to do. She is so strong willed, such a leader in every facet of her life, but letting me have the control? That trust has my bones humming.
Her lithe body is curved in all the right places, silky smooth against my hands as I take her in, from her wild blond mane, along the inviting column of her throat, over her budded pink nipples and the dip to her waistline. The apex between her legs is still shiny—whether from the two orgasms, or because she’s still eager for more, I can’t tell, but the way her legs are slightly parted tells me it could be both.
None of that compares to the secret I learned when I finally got her completely naked.
Claire Benson turns cotton candy pink everywhere.
I don’t think I’ll be able to look at her ever again when she blushes.
I’m in the middle of staring when her toe slides to the edge of the bed where I’m still standing and nudges the tip of my cock that pokes just past the elastic of my boxer briefs. I grunt, snatch it, and pull her toward me, nipping her ankle. She squeals, eyes widening in exasperation, then fluttering back to half mast.
“Impatient.”
“I think eager is a better word,” she counters. And boy, do I like her feisty like this.
“Let me take my time,” I say, soothing the nip first with a gentle kiss, then with the flat of my tongue. She moans, and I swear I could get a contact high from the sound.
“You can take your time later. We’ll have plenty more times after this, won’t we?”
My heart stops in my chest, if only for a beat. I hope she doesn’t notice, because that statement, the fact that she wants to stay, wants to keep seeing me, does something to me. We’re breaking every single rule, and though I can’t quite put my finger on what the ache in my chest is for, I can fall into a push-up position over the top of her so that we’re nose to nose, so that she can see the intensity in my eyes when I say, “Of course we will, sweet girl.”
Her blue ocean eyes swirl to a calm, low tide, and I kiss that promise to her gently before my body falls into the cushion of hers that cradles it so well.
It doesn’t take long for our kisses to become heated. My cock finds its snug home between her legs, and the dripping wetness has me returning to our earlier rutting. Kisses become a tangle of tongues, and her little mewls have me dying for more of her. I slide my lips and tongue over her throat until I reach her breasts, laving the flat of my tongue over one nipple, then the other, before I suck. Her hands map me, one tangling in my hair, and one striking down my back. She holds me there while I play with her tits, then tugs me back to her mouth.
“You,” she says, before sliding her tongue past my lips and twirling it around mine. “I want you, Nathan.”
One hand remains in my hair while the other snakes between us, nudging my underwear to the tops of my thighs so that she can fist my cock. She tugs on my hair and tugs on my dick in the same moment, and God I think I like that a little too much.
“Ask me nicely,” I grunt, pumping into her hand, readjusting so that with every thrust, I’m tapping her clit. “Be a good girl and say please.”
She whines frustratedly, and a chuckle sits ready in my throat until she says, “Please, Nathan, I’ve needed you for too long.”
I swallow.
Need.
That word sits heavy for too many reasons.
But Claire needs me, and that forces me forward, my closed lips against hers, my hand wrapping over hers that still fists me. My lips pop off of hers before I sit up to reach for my bedside table where a new box of condoms waits. I can’t imagine how crude this sight is to her—me, standing on my knees, my underwear stretched between my thighs, my erection long and thick and seeping for her. But she must like what she sees, because all of a sudden, Claire’s hands curve around her breasts, another of those sweet little Gahs slipping off her tongue as she pinches her nipples.
“That is such a pretty sight,” I grunt, rolling the latex over my length, then shucking my underwear and positioning myself between her spread thighs.
“Is now the wrong time to tell you how much I’ve thought of you while I’ve touched myself?” she gasps that question as I swirl my thick head against her clit, then nudge it against her opening and notch just that inside her walls. She is tight.
“Might be,” I grunt. “I’d like this to last longer than a few minutes.”
She sighs, and I slide painstakingly deeper, gripping her thighs the whole way.
“You’re so tight, Claire.”
“It’s been a while.”
“Mhm. Me too.” I grunt, pressing in slowly. “Relax, baby, you can take it. You can take all of me. Breathe deep.”
It’s a tight fit that has us both sighing as I bottom out, and her hips swivel against me immediately. I groan, then pull back and swat her clit with the tips of my fingers.
“Thought you wanted this to last,” she moans, and already, I can feel her walls vibrating around me, especially when she pinches her nipples again.
“Are you already close?” I lift one eyebrow, and she nods, whining.
I pull out, ignoring the choking moan of protest from Claire as I flip her easily onto her stomach, then lift her onto all fours. I slide my dick between her folds, and lay myself over her back, nipping at her ear.
“Can I have you rough before it’s tender, sweetheart? I need it hard and fast, but I want to finish with your eyes on me. Is that okay?”
“Yes, please, just fuck me, Nathan.”
I thrust home. And oh is it world bending.
Claire’s thighs are already shaking, her walls already pulsing as I set a rigorous pace, the slapping of our skin echoing crudely off my bedroom walls. She is sin wrapped in heaven, and I tilt my head back in praise.
“So tight, Claire. Like heaven. You’re perfect.”
“Nathan, I need…”
She tilts her head to gaze at me over her shoulder, and through her half lidded eyes, I know. I slide my hand up her spine without breaking my rhythm, then wrap my hand around her throat, pressing lightly on her already fluttering pulse.
Her instant, “Oh my God, yes, yes, harder,” makes me wonder what I ever did to deserve this girl in my bed. She’s dripping down my cock with every thrust, her quaking thighs shaking the bed. I palm her ass, squeezing, before I spank her once, just testing the waters. The ear splitting moan, the way she immediately bounces back to meet my next few thrusts, has me spanking her twice more.
“My naughty Claire,” I praise her. “Are you ready to come for me? Ready to make a mess on my cock?”
“Yes,” she cries. I pick up my pace, and release the hold I have on her throat in favor of rubbing tight circles on her clit. The moment I do, her pussy turns into a vice around me, and it’s a miracle my orgasm doesn’t ignite right then and there. She comes the moment I lay one more swat to her ass, her thighs trembling like an earthquake.
Eventually, she can’t hold herself up. And eventually, I can’t hold off any longer. I ease out, groaning at the sight of the wet that follows as I pull out, and turn her over onto her back.
Claire is flushed, her eyes fluttering, her pulse thrumming visibly against her throat. Her skin is that blushed, rosy pink color that I’d love to spend hours tracing with my tongue.
And all the while, there’s a hunger on her face for me.
I tense for just a moment.
What am I doing here? With this gorgeous girl in my bed? Looking at me like my hands penned the galaxy?
What can I give to her that she can’t reach out and grab herself?
She doesn’t need me.
But as if the universe wants to prove me wrong, the moment that thought enters my head, her words enter the combat ring.
“Nathan, baby, I need you.”
Baby? Need you?
It is a whisper, a secret she wants to thread only between us.
My heart has been doing erratic things all night, and suddenly, with that one thought, it rights itself again. At her command. Claire Benson is righting my world and I don’t know how to stop it, or if I even want to.
She reaches for me, and that tender move has me wanting to give her everything she asks.
Right now, it just so happens to be another orgasm.
“So needy for me, Claire.”
I press into her all the way, then grind my base against her clit in a torturous pattern that has her panting.
“I am.” Her hands come to my abs, then slide up to my pecs. “I can’t get you out of my head, and I don’t think I want it to stop.”
She must feel my heart cinch beneath her fingertips. If she doesn’t, she’s about to, because I hold her there. Palm flat against my heart as it tries to jump out of my ribcage and into her waiting palm.
There’s no more talking. Only the snapping of our bodies, the panting that slips from our open mouths as she meets me thrust for thrust. Her walls are already clenching against me, and I’m ready to give in.
The rough and hard falls away, and I cup her cheek, tracing her bottom lip with my thumb, as my gaze finds hers.
It’s this that undoes me. The welling in her eyes that speak louder truths than her words. The neediness that comes from the deep blue, unwavering despite the way her lids keep falling in ecstasy. She fights to keep her eyes on mine, clings to me in a way that makes me read between the lines, between the said and the unsaid.
I don’t know what this means either, but I need it too.
My orgasm hits me unexpectedly. I yelp, my other hand snapping to her hip as I spurt into the condom, holding myself deep inside her. I swivel my hips against her, and that simple motion sets her off, her walls milking out the rest of my pleasure as her legs come to cinch at my lower back, refusing to let me go.
I don’t know how long we stay there, panting heavily, refusing to let one another go. But I do know this: Deep down in my soul, Claire Benson has awakened some long buried part of me and convinced it that I am needed. Rules be damned, I will do everything in my power to prove that I am worthy.