Chapter 8 #3
His eyes hold mine. “You’re sure?”
“One hundred percent sure.”
He pulls down his shorts and boxers in one go, and my mouth goes dry.
I’ve seen him before…touched him even.
But it still shocks me every time at how big he is. It’s not even that it’s super long, but it’s wide. Girth is what he called it.
Not that I knew what the heck that means, but apparently it’s the main reason he’s been so diligent with easing me into today.
He drops to his knees in front of me and runs his muscular hands up and down my parted legs.
“I will never get sick of looking at you like this. You’re perfect.” He leans down and kisses me right above my pubic bone. “I’m fucking obsessed with you.”
“No more than I am with you,” I moan as he swipes a finger through my swollen lips, then inserts two fingers deep into my sex.
My mouth hangs open at the sudden but very welcome intrusion.
His eyes snap to mine, and a cocky grin lifts his lips.
I’m soaked.
He glides down, spreading my legs as he goes.
“Nate. No.”
“I need to warm you up, Mads,” he reassures me.
“With your fingers, up here with me.” I shake my head, but he ignores me.
He knows this makes me orgasm in two point two seconds.
When he adds a third finger, his hooded eyes connect with mine, and my body withers beneath him as his fingers go deeper. His pace picks up, stretching me wide, finding that perfect spot inside me, and I know he’s loving this just as much as I am.
“Oh lord.” I throw my head back when he leans down and swipes his tongue through my center.
When he first did this to me, I was a nervous wreck.
Who in their right mind would want to do this to anyone…but once I relaxed, I fully appreciated the pleasure. It’s otherworldly, and I’m lucky he’s been obsessed with doing it ever since.
Nate’s eyes are closed, concentrating as he licks me over and over with his flattened tongue, curving the tip every time he reaches my clitoris, paying close attention to my favorite spot.
“Nate…” I whimper in warning.
His strong fingers pick up his pace, and his tongue matches his urgency as pressure builds low in my belly.
Nate’s moaning as his lips close over my clit is more of a turn-on than anything.
He sucks hard as he reaches his free hand up to rub his thumb over my nipple, then squeezes it between his fingers.
Ahh…
My legs shoot out as my sudden orgasm slams into me hard and fast.
Nate sits up in a rush and grabs the condom that he placed beside him, quickly working it on.
I can barely appreciate it. I’m lying here, useless, after that mind-numbing orgasm.
As if he knows I need a minute, he slows his pace and lies over me, and we kiss. Our tongues are a tangled mess, and my hands run through his waved hair, tasting myself on his lips.
“Legs around me,” he mutters and hooks my legs around his waist. His hips lift, sliding his hardness through my sex as we stare at each other. “I love you so much,” he whispers.
I smile up at him. I’m so in love with him.
“This is forever. You and me, Madeline.” He leans down again and kisses me softly.
“Forever,” I agree.
“Are you ready?” His voice a whisper, his forehead resting against mine as his eyes search mine.
I nod, while his penis runs back and forth over my slit until he’s at my entrance, pushing forward, and he’s met with resistance.
“Oh…ow,” I whimper, scrunching up my eyes.
My grip tightened on his hair.
“Mads, babe. Are you all right?”
There is a fiery burn below that I can’t describe. I can’t imagine what this would feel like if we rushed into this.
I nod, but it’s a complete lie.
“Nearly there.” I’m pretty sure that’s a lie, too.
My grip tightens on his hair, and Nate flinches.
“Sorry.” I release my grip and move my hands to his shoulders.
“Don’t ever apologize.” He circles his hips, attempting to loosen me up. “Do you want to stop?”
My eyes snap to his. “No…do you?”
“Absolutely not.” He smirks. “You feel amazing, babe.”
“Kiss me,” I plead, hoping to block out the burning sensation.
His kiss is soft and tender as he slowly pushes forward.
The wind picks up, and above our heavy breathing, you can hear the soft sway of trees in the distance.
Everything is perfect.
“This has been the best six weeks of my life,” he whispers against my lips. “I can’t wait to spend every summer with you for the rest of our lives.”
I smile into his neck, clinging to him as tears burn my eyes.
An endless summer.
This is the kind of love you only ever dream about.
And somehow, it’s mine.
Nate pulls back slightly, then pushes forward, sliding deep into me, knocking the air right out of me completely.
“I’m sorry,” he rushes out, caressing my face. “I’m all in now.”
I take deep, controlled breaths, staring up at him with wide eyes.
When the pain dulls and I can feel like I can speak, I narrow my eyes playfully. “You look pretty darn pleased with yourself .”
He chuckles and reaches between us to rub my clit. “Oh fuck,” Nate moans when I clench around him. He pulls out, slowly slides back in, and, with a strained voice, asks, “How does that feel?”
“Better. Are you okay?”
“Never been better,” he grinds out. “Just trying my hardest not to embarrass myself. You’re so tight it feels incredible.”
“Oh.” I grin, now it’s my turn to feel pretty pleased myself.
The pain has dulled, and my stomach flips in anticipation.
I want this to be memorable for both of us.
“Move, Nate,” I demand.
And he does, pulling out and in slowly until I’m withering below him.
It’s still a bit uncomfortable. Dull pain throbs somewhere within me, but with my eyes on Nate and his thumb rubbing circles on my clit, my pleasure overpowers everything else.
Nate’s thighs widen, pushing mine back as he holds himself up with straight arms, building a quick pace.
My mouth hangs open, and my breath heaves, enthralled at the image of Nate so lost in lust above me.
There is a coating of perspiration down his chest while his eyes roll back into his head, and just the sound of our bodies coming together has me already there.
“Nate.” His name faintly slides through my lips.
He leans down and kisses me with such love and emotion that it pushes me over the edge, and I’m thankful he’s right there with me.
We don’t howl it to the moon or moan each other’s names. Instead, we hold each other tight and relish in the sensations running through us.
I am overcome with emotion, and tears quickly gather in my eyes.
Nate leans up and swipes them away. A slow smile touches his lips, one of understanding rather than triumph.
“I love you.” He kisses my shoulder. “My perfect goddess.”