Chapter 31 #2
But here, with Nash? It’s worlds apart. Despite the negative experiences I had with Dominic, I have to acknowledge that I like what I like, and Nash is so comfortable being in control that I want him to completely own me in every way and make me float away in the bliss I get from that lack of control.
He’s so good at it, and sometimes, I need it.
And right now, I fucking need it.
He seems to know, without me having to say anything, if I need any more proof at all, that this man was perfect for me.
He holds onto the back of my head as he presses himself deep into my throat.
I breathe through my nose as much as I can, but when he pulls out, I gasp a heaving sigh.
One, two, three breaths, and then he’s back in there again, making my chest burn, and my head feel loose and foggy.
His big hands brush my hair out of my face, and then he’s cupping my cheeks and gazing down at me with a look that makes me hope.
“You’re so beautiful, Corey.” I melt inside as he strokes my cheeks with his thumbs as he gently thrusts in and out of my mouth.
I whine as he pulls out of my mouth, but stop quickly when he hauls me up, straight off the mattress and onto his lap, where he’s kneeling on the bed.
I wrap my limbs around him and kiss him deeply, desperate to share the taste of his precum that coats my tongue.
I cry out in pleasure at the feeling of his slick fingers teasing my entrance.
I didn’t even hear him grab the lube. First one, then a second finger slips inside, and I can feel him stretching me open, all the while he keeps his gaze on me.
He kisses me sweetly every few seconds, alternating between my lips, my jaw, my neck, and back again, over and over again, just driving me insane with pleasure as he opens my body to take him.
“Shall I… grab a condom?” he asks, the implications of the question heavy between us.
I shake my head. “I haven’t been with anyone since you took my blood, and the results were all clear.”
“I haven’t been with anyone either, baby. I’ve been waiting for you.”
He kisses me, refocusing on his task, and I whimper and moan as he growls through his ministrations.
I feel like I’m floating, like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
And yet I want to stay in my body for a little while longer.
I want to feel him inside me. A third finger joins the other two inside me, and I gasp.
“I’m ready, fuck, please Nash. I’m ready.
” He kisses me soundly before removing his fingers from my body.
He slicks himself up with more lube before positioning himself over me once more.
He takes hold of my thighs and folds them into my chest as he leans down and kisses me, his tongue making a meal of me.
“Ready?” he checks again, as he positions his thick cock at my opening.
I nod at him as I tug on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to me, urging him on.
He takes one of my feet and kisses the sole of it, before doing the same to my other foot, encouraging me to wrap them around his waist. I do, and then he’s there, pushing inside me slowly.
His eyes never leave mine, and as he fills me up all the way to the root in one long, slow movement, he looks down at me with open adoration on his face.
He groans as my tight hole takes every solid inch.
I let out one continuous whine, and I swear the sound that should mortify me, in fact, makes me proud when I feel his dick swell even more inside me.
Once he’s fully seated, I feel free, mouth open in a silent scream of perfection.
He holds my hips still to let me adjust to his size for just a minute.
His eyes are locked on mine, and my throat bobs as I swallow with the pleasure of that feeling of fullness.
“OK, little rabbit?” he asks, concern lacing his voice at my silence.
“Y-yes. F-feels so g-good. Don’t stop.”
“Mmm, it does, baby. You’re perfect. So perfect for me.”
“Nash.” I moan his name and pull him down for another kiss that sets us both on fire.
He moves slowly at first, moving in and out of my body, and I relish the feel of his cock stroking my insides.
Every move, every touch, every kiss is the most beautifully tender thing.
In return, I stroke his face, card my fingers through his hair, and kiss every part of him I can reach.
I suck a bruise onto his chest just below his collarbone, the prospect of Nash wearing my mark on his skin deeply satisfying.
When I pull off, Nash snarls at me and kisses me deeply. Possessively.
“You’re mine now, baby. All mine. Always.”
“Yes,” I cry out. “All yours, Nash, fuck, please. Don’t stop. Yours, always yours.” I’m babbling, mindless with arousal and desire.
“And I’m yours, baby. All yours.”
“Mine,” I growl, my satisfaction at that thought making me feral.
His thrusts get gradually faster, and he takes hold of my knees, unwrapping my legs from his waist and pressing them down into my chest. His cock glances over my sweet spot with every in and out movement, and I swear I’ve never felt anything like it in my life.
The words we spoke to each other all those months ago when I moved back to Coventry pop into my mind and now feels like the perfect moment to correct them. I look up at Nash, meeting his gaze as he moves inside me.
“Right guy, right time,” I whisper. He pauses and stills for a second before leaning down to completely take me over with his kiss.
“Fuck, I love you, baby,” he pants, his thrusts picking up again until he’s pushing into me hard. It’s so fucking perfect.
He drives into me deeper and deeper, rolling his hips and filling me with his length. I gasp, overwhelmed by him in the best way, my fingers clawing at his chest as I feel my orgasm rise.
“S-so good, Nash. Umph, fuck. You feel so good. I knew you would.” I smile up at him, my eyes burning with unshed tears. Nash slows his movements, going back to long, slow rolls of his hips inside me, and he cups my face softly with one hand while he holds his weight on the other.
“What is it? What’s wrong?” His concern is evident, but I shake my head, even as a single tear escapes, rolling down my temple to the pillow.
“N-nothing. It’s just so perfect, and I… ah fuck,” I clench around him, desperately wanting to keep him inside me.
“You’re so perfect for me, baby. So perfect.”
“I’m so fucking close, don’t stop.”
He continues to move at a steady pace that hits just right, and then, without warning, I’m coming.
“Yes, fuck… yes, ah, don’t stop. Fuuuuck,” I cry out, ropes of my release shooting all over my stomach without a single touch to my dick.
Nash fucks into me once, twice, three more times, and then I feel his release fill me, heat burning my insides in the best way, his cum slicking his movements even as they slow.
We kiss desperately.
Endlessly.
When the cum has cooled, and we’re lying on our sides facing each other, still kissing like we can’t get enough, he wraps his legs around mine, linking us together.
“That was amazing,” he whispers between soft kisses.
“It was. Absolutely perfect.”