Chapter 3 #3
His hands stroke my hips until he reaches the bottom of my dress, then, getting hold of the hem, he lifts it, past my hips, my waist and my breasts, forcing me to lift my arms - in one swift move, my dress is gone.
I’m standing there in my thong and bra, wet for him already.
I need him now. Taking a step back, he grabs the back of his t-shirt and pulls it off quickly – Jesus, his chest is a work of art.
Those tattoos make him every inch the bad boy that he was, maybe still is.
I see his pecs, his toned abs, and the v – oh my God, what a v – how does he have time to work?
He must spend so much time at the gym. He has a treasure trail from his navel going into his jeans, restricting my view – well, I don’t think so, I reach to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down his hips - he helps me and takes his boxers with him, along with his socks and shoes.
He’s naked. I didn’t forget how big he was.
Over the years, I've replayed that night time and time again, but parts were fuzzy, with the alcohol and the time that passed, but he’s big and wide, it makes me hungry–hungry to have him inside me.
I involuntarily lick my lips and wrap my hands around his thick length and stroke him slowly.
He groans, throwing his head back, he thrusts his hips so that he’s moving along with my strokes.
His mouth lands on mine again, urgently.
He roughly grabs my hips to lift me so that I have to wrap my legs around his waist. There is only my flimsy thong keeping him from entering me.
He walks us to the couch - the nearest thing available- and sits me on it and kneels on the floor in front of me.
In a second, he has my bra undone, obviously an expert.
I shrug it off, onto the floor, apart from my tiny thong, I'm naked… vulnerable, totally exposed to him now, and so turned on. He sits back on his heels and looks at me. He doesn’t say anything.
His hands trail from my feet slowly to my knees, and he pushes my knees to open further until I'm spread for him. His head bends, and butterfly kisses my thighs on the inside. Shit... just watching him makes me close to coming. He nips and kisses his way up until he’s at the place I’ve been desperate for him to reach.
He presses his mouth onto me through the scant material of my thong, and I moan, “Jesus... Nathan… yeah.”
He makes a low growling noise that sounds primal, as he hooks his fingers in my thong and I feel a snap - he’s ripped it - he’s ripped my bloody thong!
That was a matching set. I don’t have time to dwell because as soon as he’s discarded it, his mouth is on me - suddenly I don’t give a shit about my matching set.
His tongue is on my nub, swirling around it, and he pulls my hips closer to him so that my bottom is near the edge of the couch.
It’s then that the sweet torture begins.
My eyes are on him as his head goes back down, and his tongue fills me.
I've never felt anything like the sensation of his tongue inside me, swirling and thrusting.
The sight of his head between my legs, moving rhythmically, lapping at me, gets me close to coming, but I want him inside me.
“Stop!” I gasp. “I need you... inside... now.”
He raises his body, his arms flexed on either side of me, showing his biceps. He kisses me with the taste of me on his lips, his cock is right there at my entrance, and I squirm because I want him in me so badly.
“Fuck Kate, you have no idea how much I want this, want to feel you.” He slowly eases himself in, and I gasp at the size of him, but I take him in, all of him, right to the hilt. Oh. My. God. Amazing.
“Shit... that’s so good, honey,” I say hoarsely.
His body stiffens, and he lifts his head so that his eyes meet mine, but he remains inside me. “It's ten years since you called me that – do you call anyone else that?” his voice is strained.
I’ve never thought about it, but I don’t – I shake my head. “Just you... Why?” I pant. I need him to move.
He starts moving inside me again, drawing out and slowly gliding back in.
“Because I fucking love it when you do.”
He keeps moving in and out of me, looking down so that he can watch where we are joined, where he’s entering me. “Babe, you’re beautiful… you feel so good, tight.”
His eyes are filled with lust mixed with something else that I can’t quite fathom.
My body tenses, ready for the orgasm that’s about to hit me. I groan, “Harder, Nathan… please… faster.”
He does what I ask and picks up speed, the force of his thrusts getting stronger so that I move back up the couch, my breasts bouncing with the movement.
He leans forward and takes a breast in his mouth, sucking and biting on my nipple before taking the other one in his hand, kneading it.
That is my breaking point. I arch my back and come with abandon, it’s been so long since I felt like this, since a man turned me on this much. He knows what he’s doing.
He groans. “Oh Kate… fuck yes… that’s good.”
He stiffens and fills me as he comes, slowing his movement as we both come down from whatever plane we’re on.
He rests his forehead on my breastbone, and his breath is hot on my skin. I lift a hand to stroke his hair. When our breathing returns to normal, he lifts his head and meets my gaze.
“That was fantastic, babe, better than I remembered, and that’s saying something.”
I sigh, my guard down. “Yeah, it was. I love your hair, Nathan. I want to stroke it constantly.”
My soft expression is mirrored back at me. “I know you do, babe. Come on.”
He slides out of me and lifts me off the couch as though I weigh nothing, he carries me upstairs.
“I can walk.”
“Let’s see if you’ll be saying that at the end of tonight.”
I gulp at the thought of us having sex all night. Do I have the strength to do that? I'm glad I had Red Bull with my vodka tonight, although I'm sure the adrenaline of being with Nate and how he's making me feel right now, I wouldn’t get a wink of sleep if I tried, anyway.
Once in his bedroom, he lies me on his bed, immediately covering me with his body.
We kiss… we kiss for an age, exploring each other’s bodies with our hands, and he enters me again, still wet from both of us, he slides in and we move slowly this time, savouring the sensation, savouring every single inch of him.
I take notice of every detail to savour it later.
It’s incredible and messy, but right now, I couldn’t give a damn about messy.
He tells me I have to wait to come, so we can come at the same time, and when we do, I drift off into another world. .. this is what it is all about.
He slides out of me and lies on his back, pulling me with him so that I’m lying on him. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I cuddle into him, getting comfortable.
“I love that you are dripping in me right now… that you’re full of me.”
I like that too.
We must both fall asleep for a short while.
I wake up, wondering for a second where the hell I am.
When I realise, pleasure washes through me as I watch him sleeping beside me, finding it hard to believe that I've had this gorgeous man inside me. I ease myself off him to go to the bathroom, careful not to wake him. I do my business on the toilet and look longingly at his shower. I really need a shower, it’s probably cheeky to use it.
I turn the light off to leave and jump when I see him standing there on the landing, hair ruffled, half asleep.
He grins at me when he sees me, and my heart comes pounding into my throat.
He has the sexiest half-asleep smile I’ve ever seen.
“Fancy a shower?” he says to me. It’s around four am, so I don’t have to leave yet. What the hell.
I shrug and smile at him, “Why not?”
He reaches for me, grabbing my hips and pulling me to him so that our naked bodies are touching head to toe. His cock twitches between my legs, and I smirk at him.
“Again?” I ask him.
He laughs. “I can’t help it. If you could see my view right now, you’d understand.”
Oh, I do understand, because my view is pretty awesome too.
“Come on,” he grabs my hand to climb into the shower.
He takes his shower gel, which I know I’ll smell tomorrow, and rubs it all over me, paying particular attention to my breasts, lathering them so that his hands glide over them – it’s nice, more than nice, and it's intimate.
He lowers himself onto his knees, grabs a flannel and washes my inner thighs and the V between my legs, kissing me once on my shaven part and standing.
Now it’s my turn, taking the bottle from him, I lather his shoulders and chest, taking him all in, his hard muscle against my hand.
I dip my head and bite on one of his nipples until it gets rock hard, and he gasps, then I do the same to the next one.
When I’ve finished washing him all over, I sink to my knees.
He’s as hard as a rock. I lick my lips as I wrap my hand around the base of his cock.
He’s looking at me with hooded eyes, his chest rising and falling, and his breathing has quickened.
I lean forward and swirl my tongue around his tip, and take him in my mouth.
He places his hands on the shower tiles behind me for support.
“Oh Christ, Kate… yes.” I withdraw him from my mouth, sucking as I do before taking him again, quicker... further and deeper until he hits the back of my throat. I stroke the rest of him with my hand and release him to hold on to his hips to guide him into me and suck on him hard.
He growls, followed by a groan. He puts a hand on the back of my head, pushing my mouth onto him further to take him deeper. He hits the back of my throat again and again, and I almost gag but manage to suppress it.
I lightly graze my teeth along the underside on the way out, and he hisses.
“I’m gonna come, Kate.”
I don’t stop, and after two more thrusts, his cum fills my mouth. I swallow rapidly, slowing my movements until all of him has been drained, before releasing him. I loved that. Giving him so much pleasure made me feel powerful, that I had power over him for a change.
“Kate, you give the best fucking head I’ve ever had in my life.” He says, smiling and sated.
We dry each other off before climbing back into bed.
He flips me onto my stomach, pulling my hips up until I’m on my knees with my chest flat on the bed.
He cannot be ready to go again, no way..
. It’s not possible. I get a shock when his mouth touches me from behind.
It is erotic, his tongue slides inside me, and all too soon, I want him inside me again.
“You… I want you.” I breathe.
“What, babe?” he doesn’t hear me.
“You . . . I want you inside me, Nate.”
“Fuck… say my name again.”
“Nate.”
“Ask me again and say my name.”
“I want you inside me, Nate, now.”
“Oh fuck… that turns me on so much, say please.”
“Please, fuck me now.”
I don’t have to ask again. A second later, he’s at my entrance, hard. How can he be hard again so soon? He thrusts into me forcefully. He takes me hard and fast, thrusting so hard that I cry out in ecstasy.
“Come here, kneel.” He says gruffly.
I brace my arms and kneel so that my back is pressed against his chest. He moves inside me and puts his hands on my breasts, kneading them, pinching my nipples hard - there’s a fine line between pleasure and pain, and it’s out of this world.
He twists my head so that my mouth finds his, and he thrusts his tongue in my mouth, mirroring his thrusts inside me.
He releases my mouth and bites my shoulder.
His hand cups me, rubbing my clit with his thumb.
My climax creeps up on me, and I come hard, falling forward onto my hands.
Grabbing my hips, he carries on thrusting into me until he comes - we both collapse onto the bed, neither of us says a word as we fall into a deep sleep wrapped around one another.