Chapter Three #3
“No?” Nathan growled in her ear. “Why does it respond to my touch swiftly? Why do your eyes get so big when they look into mine? Why do you get so wet at the sound of my voice? Why do your nipples get hard when I hold your breasts in my hand?”
Felicity’s eyes closed, and she bit back a moan at the sound of Nathan’s voice.
So lost was she in her head that she barely reacted when she felt two hands reach under her arms and cup her breasts.
It felt like the most natural thing in the world to lean back and give in to his touch.
When she finally realized that it was Nathan’s hand pressing and fondling her breasts, it was too late.
“Why does my cock get so hard at the sight of it, Ashley?” He continued reading from the book. “Why is it that when I see your body, all I can think of is laying it down and feasting on it till I am full and can feast no more?” He finished his dialogue, turning her around to face him.
Felicity’s response was a whimper of need, her knees buckling as she leaned back to look into his eyes.
Felicity felt her arousal heightening uncontrollably.
She could barely breathe. Getting enough oxygen simply wasn’t going to happen.
It felt like she had waited so long for this moment.
The intensity of the hunger she saw in his eyes now.
She had endured a lifetime of hearing his voice paint this very scene in her head, imagined the need she saw in his eyes now, and heard his voice drive her to the pinnacle of pleasure several times already.
His gaze dropped to her lips, lingering there as he closed the distance between them with a slow, deliberate step.
His hand, warm and firm, enveloped hers while the other slipped into her hair, fingers threading through the strands with an intimate tenderness.
His eyes never left hers, locking her in a magnetic pull that dissolved any resistance before it could even form.
Not that she had any intention of resisting.
His head dipped toward her, and with a gentle touch, he cupped her cheek, holding her still.
His lips grazed hers in a featherlight caress, igniting a spark that left her breathless.
In the periphery, she could still hear John’s voice narrating the scene, Nathan’s voice matching his instructions word for word, and her reaction just the same as her character’s.
There, in the middle of a small recording booth, sandwiched between two men, one seducing her with his voice and the other bewitching her with his touch, Felicity’s fantasy came to life.
Nathan’s lips slowly pressed against hers, his tongue parting her lips, licking against them.
His arm curved around her hips, pulling her closer as the kiss deepened.
It was exploratory and knowing. It was rife with demand and acquisition.
Nathan demanded, and Felicity was powerless to do anything but submit.
His effect on her wouldn’t have allowed her to turn away.
The pleasure he gave her, the heat that rushed through her senses and swept over her body, was simply too addictive to deny.
It seemed more like a dream than reality.
Felicity’s breath caught sharply, sensation tearing through her, clenching in the depths of her newly awakened flesh, her clit throbbing.
In the recesses of her mind, she knew this should not be happening.
She knew she should end it and beg for a few seconds to regain her senses, or at least part of them.
But tearing herself away from him was all but impossible.
When Nathan lifted her in his arms, Felicity surrendered, allowing him to carry her out of the booth and toward the studio exit.
They moved down the corridor, her face nestled against his chest, and she wasn’t surprised when he brought her into a bedroom.
She wasn’t so naive that she didn’t know what was coming.
When he pulled her closer, she rose onto her toes, pressing her lips to his.
A soft whimper escaped her as his lips claimed hers, her hands gripping his shoulders, desperate to feel his skin.
She was overwhelmed by lust, the sensations flooding her body as his tongue brushed over her lips, then demanded entry into her mouth.
Her body responded instinctively, her nipples grazing his chest and sending her desire spiraling out of control.
Behind her, she heard the faint sound of breathing and knew John was watching.
For a moment, she wondered if he would simply observe or join them, longing for his hands on her body too.
But Nathan’s kiss grew more intense. His arm tightened around her waist, pulling her firmly against him as his tongue continued to stroke her need.
She forgot about John for a moment, focusing solely on resisting the torrent of desire clouding her mind. She kissed Nathan back, her tongue dancing with his, her arms pulling him closer as her hunger for him intensified.
He growled into her mouth, pulling away, his teeth grazing her lips as she struggled to pull him back to her. He easily controlled her attempts, his lips trailing down her neck, his canines scraping her skin, sending shivers of pleasure racing through her.
“Nathan, stop teasing,” she pleaded, her voice a breathless whisper. Her body was ablaze, heat coursing through her pussy, the fire spreading to her womb, filling her with molten desire.
“Not teasing, baby girl,” he growled, his voice rough and primal. “Just getting you ready for the best night of your life.”
He undressed her slowly, taking his time as he removed each piece of clothing until she stood naked before him.
Her breasts were full and heaving, her nipples hard with arousal.
Behind her, John groaned softly, and she turned to see the lust in his eyes.
He was too far away. She wanted him closer, needing him to touch her too.
Nathan pushed her onto the bed, covering her body with his, his eyes locking onto hers.
“Tonight, you’ll feel nothing but pleasure,” he promised, pinning her wrists to the bed as he hovered over her trembling breasts.
Felicity could barely keep her eyes open, struggling to breathe as she marveled at the sensual intensity in his expression.
“Nathan...” she whispered. Her body trembled beneath the weight of his heated gaze, focused on her swollen curves.
“How beautiful they are,” he breathed roughly. “Do you know how hard it’s been not to think about this? How I’ve dreamed of tasting your sweet breasts, Felicity. Feeling your nipples in my mouth, on my tongue, hard and aching for me.”
He licked his lips, and Felicity moaned as the sharp stab of lust contracted her womb.
Pleasure surged through her like a wave of molten heat, robbing her of breath.
His tongue flicked out, and she whimpered.
When it finally brushed her overly sensitive nipple, she arched violently toward him, a cry of pleasure tearing from her throat.
When his mouth enveloped the rigid tip, the pleasure that crashed through her was almost unbearable. Her body jerked, overwhelmed by the nearly orgasmic sensation.
“Nathan, please,” she gasped, pressing her body against his as his lips suckled at her breast, his tongue tormenting her nipple with deliberate intensity. His hands held her wrists firmly, denying her the chance to touch him.
He moaned against her tender flesh, his canines grazing her nipple as he nipped at it, sending a sharp flash of fire shooting through her. The searing intensity of his touch made her body weaker, and her arousal burned hotter. His touch alone felt more powerful than any drug.
She stared down at him, struggling for breath as his head moved lower, his lips gliding over the taut muscles of her stomach. Each touch was a living flame on her skin, each stroke of his tongue fanning the heat higher and brighter.
“Felicity,” he whispered, his voice low as he reached the clenched muscles of her abdomen. “Look how wet my baby girl is. Look at that pretty pussy, begging me for a taste. You’re driving me insane, Felicity.”
Driving him insane? She was the one on the verge of melting into a pool of pure desire, and he thought she was driving him crazy?
He released her wrists as he moved lower, but there was no danger of her protesting now.
Her body was weak, panting from the relentless pleasure, her pussy burning with need.
His lips trailed over her, dipping into the small hollow of her belly button as he inched closer to the swollen, slick folds of her bare cunt. Felicity could only watch, trembling in anticipation as the air around them thickened with the sensual heat building between them.
When his tongue glided over her swollen clit, circling it in a smooth, deliberate stroke, Felicity couldn’t stop the moaning cry that escaped her lips or the desperate jerk of her hips as she sought more, aching for deeper contact.
“Oh God...” Her voice broke, a strangled scream ripping from her throat as his lips latched onto her sensitive clit, pulling it into his warm, suckling mouth.
The heat surged through her, an intense blaze that gave way to mindless ecstasy. The sensations engulfed her, wrapping her in the overwhelming folds of an impending orgasm she was certain would undo her completely.
His tongue teased and flicked, brushing over her hypersensitive nerves while his hands held her thighs wide, controlling her frantic movements. Her core wept, the slickness spilling from her as his fingers slowly parted her throbbing flesh.
"Felicity," he growled against her pulsating clit, his fingers sliding through the slick wetness. "I’m going to make you come, baby girl."
“Don’t stop,” she gasped, her hips arching toward him as the absence of his touch made her clit scream in protest. "Please, Nathan, for God’s sake, make me come."