33. Nate
Nate
She thinks we’re done.
I’m just getting started. Tonight, and the rest of our lives.
I bite her inner thigh, just enough to get her attention. “You ready, babe?”
Rory’s eyes widen at my words, and her pupils are wide with lust.
God, this woman.
I could stare at her just like this all day.
It’s not just her body, although God knows she has a perfect one.
It’s not her face, or the way she talks, or any one thing about her.
It’s everything. It’s our past and our shared experience and what we have together, all coming together into this perfect package that I’ll never find anywhere else.
Rory’s tongue traces her lips. Her muscles are still slack after one orgasm, but that’s just the start.
There’s plenty more to come tonight.
I don’t even give a fuck if I come. I can come just from the thought of Rory in my arms.
Tonight is about her.
I said I’m going to give her enough orgasms to forget all of her worries, and I meant it.
Her breathing slows as I watch her, and her gaze finally focuses back on me.
“You ready for more, babe?” I’m not sure she heard me the first time I said it, because she didn’t react at first.
As I say the words for a second time, her pupils dilate with lust.
“I…” Rory licks her lips again, her gaze on my dick, which is so hard it’s painful. “Do you want me to…”
I shake my head. “Nope. Not tonight.”
I set her legs down on the blanket and lean back on my heels to pick up her wineglass.
Maybe wine isn’t the best option for hydration, but it’s what I have.
And we’re nowhere close to finished.
I wait until Rory takes a few sips. When she hands me the glass, I drink from it, too, and I briefly wonder why I thought we needed two glasses. We can share one.
We can share everything.
I set the glass back down and lean over Rory’s body.
Between orgasms, she’s shy, vulnerable, and I want to chase that feeling away. I want her comfortable with me, safe, and if taking control does that for her, I’m all in.
I trace the line of her jaw with my fingers. It’s so delicate, you’d never guess that she’s as strong as she is. How resilient.
“I’m so fucking proud of you, babe,” I whisper. “Every day.”
A small smile crosses her face, and I enjoy it for a few seconds before I press my lips to hers, claiming her mouth.
She meets me, nipping at my lip and pressing her tongue into my mouth, and fuck do I love this woman.
I reach between us to palm her breast and am rewarded by a sharp intake of breath.
When my fingers find her hard nipple and squeeze, she lets out a soft whine.
“Oh God, Nate. Fuck.” Her hips move beneath me, and I’m not sure if she even knows she’s doing it.
“That’s right, babe. You like a little pain with your pleasure. Don’t you?” I switch to the other side and pinch her other nipple.
She gasps. “Yes.”
She moves her head to one side and then the other, frantic.
I let go of her nipple and grip her chin, holding her in place. “Eyes on me, babe. You don’t need to think about anything else. Just feel.”
Her pupils dilate even more, if that’s possible, and she nods slightly beneath my hand.
“Good girl.” I give her lips one last nip with my teeth then kiss my way down her body.
The curve of her neck.
The flat between her breasts.
The soft swell of her stomach.
I pause at the apex of her thighs and push her legs farther apart.
“Oh God,” she says, her eyes drifting closed. “Please, Nate. Oh God.”
But I’m still taking my time.
I press her wider and pause, appreciating her beauty. The soft pink of her pussy, clenching around nothing as she waits for me. The swell of her clit, just begging to be touched.
I love every goddamn inch of her.
I trace a path along her inner thigh with my tongue, stopping just short of where she wants me, then repeat the pattern on the other side.
Her groan of frustration makes me grin. I want her sated beyond anything she can imagine, so far away from her worries and cares that they’re a million miles away.
And then I’ll fuck her.
I use my fingers this time, circling her clit as she moves her hips, seeking contact.
My cock hangs heavily between my legs, begging for release, but we’ll get there.
Instead, I slide one finger inside her channel. Slow, deliberate.
Rory moans. “Nate. Oh God.”
I pull out and then back in, searching for that spot that I know drives her wild.
When I hit it, her entire body jerks, and I ease off.
This time, I press two fingers into her. She’s tight enough that this is a snug fit, but she can take more. I know she can.
I move them in and out, driving her higher.
When I add a third finger, she bucks against me.
“Nate. Fuck. Please.” Her voice is breathy, desperate, but I want her to come again before I fuck her.
At least once.
My three fingers inside her are a tight fit, but they’re smaller than my dick. I know this, and she does, too, but she moves her hips, fucking herself on my fingers.
“That’s it, babe,” I say, pressing harder. “Fuck yourself on my fingers. Get yourself off.”
Her cheeks color as she moves faster, and I can’t tell if it’s embarrassment or arousal, but for Rory, it doesn’t seem to be all that much different.
Her pussy clenches around me as her body starts to tighten.
“That’s right, babe. Come for me,” I coax, letting her take what she needs. “Come hard for me.”
Her muscles clamp down as she comes, crying out. I let her ride out the orgasm until her body relaxes.
But it’s not enough.
“How are you doing, babe?” I ask, leaning over her again.
She looks at me, her lids heavy. “So fucking good.”
I chuckle. “I hope so.”
Rory runs a hand down her face. “That was…yeah. That was amazing.”
“It’s not over yet.”
I give her another few seconds to recover. I’ve held off this long.
But now, I’m taking what I need.
I swipe my fingers along her center. She’s wetter than she was a few minutes ago.
“You ready for me?” I ask, settling myself between her legs again.
Rory swallows hard. “Yeah. I mean, is that bad? I already came twice, and I still want you. Am I?—”
I cut her off as I press into her, inch by inch, filling her.
As she surrounds me, I marvel again at this woman.
How strong she is.
How beautiful.
How fucking perfect.
When I bottom out, my groin pressed up against hers, I know I’ll never know anything better.
And then she starts to move.
Even though I’m on top, even though I’ve been controlling this up to this point, she’s taking over, adjusting the tempo and angle as her hips meet mine over and over.
It’s the perfect reflection of our relationship, each of us taking turns guiding, the constant give and take that makes it work.
I grit my teeth, holding off so I don’t come, because it feels that good.
“Rory.” I grip her hips and hold her down as I ease out of her.
Her eyes widen, but even though I’m almost there, we’re not done yet.
But I’m giving her the control now.
I shift her to the side and lie back. “Come here. Ride me, babe. Take what you need.”
The pause helps me hold off. I don’t want to come just yet. I want to spend all night inside her.
Rory straddles me, her hands on my shoulders, and lowers herself onto my cock, moaning as she takes me deep. “Oh God. You’re even deeper this way.”
She moves, and I let her set the rhythm again. This is slower, more sensual. Her fingers play along my shoulders and chest as she rocks her body against mine.
When she leans down to kiss me, her pussy tightens around me.
I groan, needing release. “I’m almost there, babe. Tell me what you need.”
She kisses me hard. “I need…faster. You. More.”
Her channel grips me, and I know she’s close.
I tighten my fingers on her hips and take the reins, moving her body against mine hard and fast and so fucking good.
The edges of my vision blacken, and I thrust upward into her, harder, needing to be buried so fucking deep inside her I’ll never emerge from the spell she has me under.
I roar her name as I come, spilling my seed inside her, and hold her against me.
I’m never letting her go.
It’s 2:00 a.m. when I finally gather Rory off the floor where we fell asleep and carry her to bed.
I’m not naive enough to think life will always be like this. This is just an escape from real life.
But falling asleep next to her and waking up together is all I need in my life.
We haven’t let any of the daily worries creep into our time here together, and even though this condo at one point held memories of Melissa’s and my past, those are fading away as Rory and I build new memories.
Maybe this can be our place, somewhere we come a few times a year to get away from it all and rediscover ourselves.
I slip under the covers next to Rory and close my eyes. Within seconds, I fall asleep.
When I open my eyes again, we’re in the same position, my front to her back with my arm wrapped across her body to hold her close. The sun streams through the window, brighter than usual as it reflects off the snow.
I ease my arm away from Rory to grab my phone from the nightstand, checking the time—10:00 a.m.—and making sure I haven’t missed anything.
The guys are covering any responsibility at the station, and I know Ollie is in good hands with Lawton, but I want to make sure.
There are no messages, and I breathe a sigh of relief.
Rory stirs. I set the phone down and wrap my arm around her again, even though I’m already hard, just from waking up, and the movement of her ass against my groin makes me eager for round four.
Rounds one through three were last night, interspersed with cuddling in front of the fire.
I would have been fine with more, honestly—I really can’t get enough of this woman—but we were both exhausted.
I’m not even sure Rory has woken up since she fell asleep on the floor.
She certainly didn’t move at all when we got into the bed.
“Mmm.” Rory shifts again then rubs her eyes with a fist. “What time is it?”
I kiss her shoulder. “Ten. Want to have sex again?”
She laughs, reaching an arm back to playfully hit me. “You have a one-track mind.”
“So? It’s a good track.” I move my lips to her neck.
“You’re going to break my vagina.”
I snort. “Pretty sure that’s quite literally what it was made for. And I don’t think it has a usage limit, like good for one thousand fucks or something like that. There’s not like a warranty that’s going to expire.”
She pushes me backward to lie on my back and cuddles into my side, her head on my shoulder. “You never know. Did you check the user manual?”
“Good point. Let me check.” I throw back the covers and scoot down the bed until I’m eye level with the top of her thighs.
She laughs as I run my hands along her skin, checking every spot between her legs.
“Nope, no user manual here. I’ll have to look closer.” I inch my fingers toward her center, parting her when I reach the apex of her thighs.
“Nate!” Rory laughs as she bucks beneath me. “You’re such a goober.”
I press a kiss to her mound, then circle her clit with my tongue for good measure. “Yeah. But you’re the one who’s turned on right now.”
I slide a finger along her wetness.
“So are you,” she points out, her voice breathy.
“Mmm. Good point.” I push her legs farther apart and settle between them. “Think there’s any way we can solve this?”
“Nate.” Her breath catches on the single syllable.
And if there’s a sweeter sound than the woman you love saying your name, I haven’t found it yet.
I press my length inside her, inch by inch, so slowly it’s practically torture.
But I’m going to take my time.
I want to savor every moment with Rory.
Not just for me, but for her. I want to help her forget everything that’s happening back home. To let herself be free and unencumbered for just a little while.
Because we can’t avoid reality forever.