Chapter 10
BAILEY
After we make dinner and play a couple of hilariously amateurish rounds of poker, Nate and I sprawl across his massive couch. We both seem to have a similar balance of being attentive to our work but being able to clock out.
"Hey," I begin, walking my fingers up his arm, across his shoulder, and into the back of his hair.
He responds by taking my legs and placing them across his lap, then throwing a blanket over us. "Yeah?"
"Thank you for accepting my fussiness so well."
"I don't think you're fussy. You just like to have all your ducks in a row. I get that."
"Still. Giving me the keys to a truck so I didn't feel stranded. Providing me with instructions for the emergency Wi-Fi just in case." My head falls against his shoulder. "Having a plan for every possible contingency helped me relax."
“That was the goal."
"And the ginger cookies you left beside the coffee maker settled my tummy."
"That's what I was hoping."
His eyes blaze as he shifts to look at me hungrily.
"Cookies are great," he says slowly. "But there's a certain dessert I've been craving ever since I first saw you. I'm just not sure if it's on the menu." He licks his lips subtly, then pushes my knees a few inches apart to tickle my inner thigh through my thin yoga pants.
"Oh." My cheeks flush with heat. "Are you saying…"
"That I'm starving for you? Yeah, baby. I am." His seductive smile makes my stomach quiver. "I'm happy to wait for as long as you like. I know that some restaurants change their menus every few months, but if this is ever the special of the day… "
My thighs are already drifting open. "I've never…"
"I know." His eyebrows raise. "If you're curious about it, say yes. Or feel free to say no. If you want me to ask again in a week, that's fine, too."
A week? He wants me to stay at least that long?
Nate has a gift for making me feel like I’m always in charge. I'm already grinning. "I feel like our canoodling is getting pretty advanced if we're out here on the couch and can't even make it back to the bedroom."
Nate laughs, a rich, beautiful sound that makes me feel both safe and excited. "Well, baby, if the couch is a-rockin’…"
The second I nod, he grips my shirt and yanks it off over my head.
I'm not wearing a bra, and his hands immediately take the place of one, caressing firmly as he stares in admiration.
His tongue circles each of my nipples once, then he slides me onto my back, propping me against the arm of the sofa with some throw pillows.
He slides my pants and underwear off slowly, drinking in every inch of skin as it's revealed.
"Your legs are stunning," he whispers softly, tossing my clothing aside.
He takes my right ankle, draping it over the back of the couch.
It feels strange being naked and spread open in front of him, but also unbelievably sexy.
The way he's looking at me and touching me, he’s making me feel more alive than I've ever been before.
It becomes difficult to breathe as he kneels on the floor, his palms spreading my knees wide. His sculpted shoulders make my breath catch, then it hitches again as he stares into my pussy as if it's the most sensual object he's ever seen in his life.
I'm making this man horny. Just the sight of my body is filling him with desire. The thought makes my heart race, my inner thighs quivering as he leans closer. I’m incredibly wet and my skin is already hypersensitive, his warm breath sending shivers through me.
"So soft and juicy for me." His low voice rumbles against my flesh as his tongue slowly glides straight along my slit, then again. And again. His fingers caress me everywhere he can reach as he buries his mouth in my pussy.
I pull in a ragged breath as his tongue thrusts inside, my fingers digging into his shoulders. I'm not trying to push him away: I'm trying to hold on. I worry my body might float off the couch and hit the ceiling at any moment.
Nate groans as he looks up at me, his eyes blazing. His left hand reaches up to palm my breast, then he growls again. "Silky soft everywhere, and all mine. My sexy angel."
I stare deeply into his eyes. I feel like I'm falling as he sucks two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet before slowly easing them inside me. His tongue circles my clit, carefully testing how much pressure I want.
After a couple of minutes, he hits a rhythm that sends heat flooding through my veins, my nervous system, my entire body. I’m feverish, fiery desire building until my breath is coming in urgent gasps.
His palm flips over, and I feel his fingertips skimming a spot that makes me bolt upright on the couch. He gently presses me back down, his eyes smiling as he hums against my soaking pussy, his tongue alternating between butterfly-soft swirls and firm licks straight across my button.
I have no idea how long I hover on the edge of an explosion. It feels like forever. Finally I erupt with a shriek, pulling on the sides of his hair as my shoulders curl forward, my body pulsing as the climax shakes me.
All the while, Nate is grinning, licking my pussy steadily through my orgasm until I fall back against the couch. He grins as he licks his fingers clean. "In case you were wondering, beautiful, you are delicious. My new favorite flavor."
Strange to think that this man I've only just met has tasted me in such an intimate way. But instead of being embarrassed, I love it. It feels like we’re bonding faster than ever.
I'm still quivering from head to toe when the realization washes over me that I want to have sex with this man. Now. Even if I do go back home in a few weeks, and this is all a wild fever dream, there is no one else I could imagine sharing my first time with.
Just as my decision is made, thunder booms and the rain kicks in. Thanks for being super dramatic, weather.
"Nate," I whisper. “Could we go to the bedroom?"
He's still licking his lips and fingers before kissing along the inside of my knee and down my calf. "Are you suggesting that we go to the bedroom to…" His eyebrow raises, and he chuckles. “Knock boots?"
I laugh, then find my words. "Yes. I'm on the pill. I've waited long enough. I want—"
His phone goes off with a ringtone I haven't heard before.
"Shit." In a blink, Nate is on his feet. "Hello?" A few seconds later, Nate is grabbing his wallet, his keys, his coat. "On my way. There soon."
I’m still naked on his couch as he looks at me with such longing it breaks my heart. I sit up and grab my shirt. "Go." He comes over to kiss me, but I hold up my hands. "I understand, really. We'll talk when you get back. Go."
He nods. “Thanks for getting it, baby. Text you later."
From the way he responded to the call, I can tell he's done this many times before. I don't know what the emergency is, but I know that Nate will handle it as quickly as possible, and take excellent care of everyone involved.
My phone beeps around eleven when I'm getting ready for bed.
Nate: Everything is fine. Everyone is safe. Just clearing some fallen trees that were blocking a road. It’ll take a few more hours. Sleep well, baby.
Thanks for the update. Stay safe.
Nate: Always do.
As I’m falling asleep in Nate's bed, I realize this is a good example of the kind of life I could expect if Nate asks me to stay.
Could I really do that? Work remotely, and still achieve all my goals? If it meant staying with Nate, I’d do my best to find a way.