21 #3
I tilted my head back against his chest, my heart swelling at his worry. “No, Nash. Not at all. I wasn’t kidding when I said it made me feel good. It made me feel wanted and sexy.”
“Mmm, well, you are, baby. You’re so much sexier than you think,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
I placed a soft kiss on his arm. “I love you, Nash.”
“I love you too.”
His hands moved with slow, deliberate care, lathering me with a soap that smelled faintly of vanilla and spice. Each stroke was unhurried, sensual, igniting the fire already building inside me. My body grew hot under his touch, the water’s warmth only adding to it.
I reached back, my hand finding him already semi-hard and quickly growing.
“This night was supposed to be all about you,” he mumbled, his breath warm against my cheek.
“It’s all about us,” I replied, my voice low. “So far, everything’s been perfect. Now shut up and kiss me. I’m still hoping you’ll be up for a couple more rounds.”
He chuckled.
I turned my head toward him, and he met me halfway, our kiss slow but full of intensity. It was both tender and demanding, igniting the desire simmering just beneath my skin.
My body was on fire, desperate for more. His hands teased me, trailing over my stomach but avoiding all the sensitive spots. My breathing became more ragged as the kiss turned heated, his tongue exploring mine. When his hands finally closed over my breasts, I gasped, a loud moan escaping me.
“Turn around, baby,” he whispered against my ear. “I want to look at you when I make you fall apart.”
I straddled his legs, my body pressing against his, and his hard length stood proudly between us.
His hands cupped my butt, pulling me closer as his lips closed around my nipple, sucking greedily.
His large hands guided me forward, and I slid easily through the warm water until my aching core pressed against his thickness.
The contact sent a shock of pleasure through me, and I let out a moan, my body reacting to every touch.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, my fingers tangling in his thick, wavy hair as I began to rub myself against his hardness, seeking that perfect friction.
The need was building fast, the tension coiling inside me as Nash’s strong hands caressed my back and hips in a steady rhythm.
I moaned, throwing my head back as the pleasure surged through me.
“Come on, baby,” Nash encouraged, thrusting his hips against mine, knowing exactly how to keep me teetering on the brink.
“Nashhhhh,” I moaned, my whole body straining.
“Look at me, baby. Let me see your eyes when you come,” he whispered.
I opened my eyes, locking on to his intense green gaze, and the moment our eyes met, the orgasm ripped through me. I gasped, my body convulsing as I came apart in his arms, collapsing against his chest, utterly spent.
“Are you ready for me?” His hardness was still evident between us.
“I am, but . . . do you mind if we move to the bed?”
“Of course not,” he said, and without hesitation, Nash lifted me, wrapped me in a soft towel, and carried me into the bedroom.
He laid me gently on the bed, pulling back the covers.
The towel dropped to the floor, and in one fluid movement, he joined me, his mouth immediately descending between my legs, driving me wild with his skilled tongue.
“I want to touch you, Nash,” I gasped, barely able to form words as he continued his ministrations.
Without a word, he shifted, positioning himself so I could reach his erection. I stroked him softly, savoring the way his body responded to my touch. His mouth, still focused between my legs, was relentless, and I could feel another orgasm building fast.
“If you don’t stop, we’re going to have a repeat of earlier,” Nash warned, his voice rough with desire.
I let go, and he pulled back, grabbed a condom, and was back a few seconds later, hovering over me, his hardness teasing against my core.
He leaned down, kissing me gently, his weight balanced so I could feel his warmth without being overwhelmed.
“Ready, love?” he asked, his voice husky and low.
I moaned in response, my body aching for him.
Slowly, he entered me, and we both moaned at the same time, lost in the incredible feeling.
“Oh my God, Nash,” I whimpered as he filled me completely.
“Holy fuck,” Nash grunted, holding still for a moment to let us both adjust to the intensity. Then, he began to move, slow and deliberate, his hips rolling as he made love to me.
I held on to him, letting him take control, surrendering to the waves of pleasure coursing through me. “You feel amazing,” he groaned, his voice thick with emotion.
“Oh, Nash, yes,” I moaned, my body melting into his.
It was slow, tender lovemaking at first. The kind that made tears prick at the corners of my eyes, my heart so full it felt like it might burst. Nash kissed my face softly, his movements gentle and deliberate, as if he was savoring every second, just as I was.
“Oh my God, Nash. I love you,” I breathed out, my voice filled with emotion.
“I love you, baby. So fucking much,” he replied, his voice raw and full of need.
His lips found mine, and we kissed deeply, our tongues intertwining, exploring each other. It was a lazy, passionate kiss, filled with so much tenderness. My hands roamed over his back, down to his hips, silently urging him to move faster, to give me more.
“You want harder?” he murmured against my lips.
“Yes. This feels incredible.”
Nash picked up the pace, his hips moving faster, each thrust harder than the last. He was pounding into me, filling me so completely that it bordered on pain, but it was the kind of pain that felt exquisite.
His breath was coming out in ragged gasps, his body tense with the effort.
My own body was trembling, my stomach tightening, and I instinctively pushed my hips against him, wanting to take in as much of him as I could.
“I’m not gonna last,” Nash groaned, his voice strained. “This feels too fucking good.”
I was right there with him. Every nerve in my body was on fire, every sensation heightened as I teetered on the edge. My entire being was humming, the tension building to a breaking point.
“Come with me, Kennedy,” he urged, his voice thick with need.
I arched my back as I wrapped my legs tightly around him. Nash gave a few more hard, deep thrusts, and I screamed as the orgasm tore through me, my body clenching around him as I shattered in his arms.
“Holy fuck!” Nash shouted, following me into bliss, his large frame collapsing on top of mine.
For a moment, we lay there, both of us catching our breath, his weight comforting, grounding me in the aftermath of the intensity. But after a few seconds, I realized I needed air.
“Nash,” I gasped. “I can’t breathe.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” He chuckled, rolling off to the side and wrapping his arm around me instead.
His warmth enveloped me, and I felt safe and content. His strong body pressed against mine, and I knew I had everything I needed.
“You’re amazing, Kennedy,” he whispered in my ear, his voice full of affection.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” I teased, earning a soft chuckle from him.
“Sleep, baby,” he whispered as I drifted off, already halfway to sleep. “I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Love you,” I mumbled, my eyes already closed.
“I love you too,” he murmured, his voice the last thing I heard as I slipped into a deep, peaceful sleep.