Chapter 9
We say goodbye to everyone and get into a taxi.
He holds my hand the whole way back to his place.
It’s weird but nice. It’s been a long time since I've been in this situation with a man. One where it’s about more than just sex.
I'm scared - opening myself up to another man like this after Patrick - but if I never take the risk, I’ll never find out.
Once we’re inside his house, he leads me through to the kitchen - he lifts me and places me on the worktop as if I weigh nothing. He fixes us a drink and walks back to me, puts both of the drinks on the counter, and places his hands at each side of me, just touching my thighs.
I open my legs to let him fit inside them and put my hands on his head to stroke his gorgeous hair.
He closes his eyes. I lean in and kiss each eyelid in turn before placing my lips on his.
He kisses me back roughly, thrusting his tongue inside my mouth to meet mine - I groan, which makes him grab my thighs and slide them forward to the edge of the worktop.
He strokes my legs towards my knees until he gets to the hem of my dress, and slides his hands inside so his rough hands are on my bare thigh, causing my whole body to tremble.
He breaks off from kissing me, breathing quickly.
“We may not be having sex tonight, but I am going to make you come... hard.” He says, grinning roguishly at me. He reaches up behind my neck to untie my dress and peels it down, revealing my bare breasts.
He takes a sharp breath in. “Beautiful.” He whispers, shaking his head and then, almost to himself, he whispers, “I can’t believe you’re here.”
He leans forward and takes one of my breasts in his mouth, sucking on my nipple and lightly biting it, sending shivers all through me.
He places his hand on my other breast, kneading it and tweaking my nipple with his fingers.
I arch my back into him, pressing them further into his hand and mouth.
His mouth on me is electrifying my whole body - it comes alive at his touch.
I’m wet for him. I throw my head back and groan as his fingers move to the inside of my thighs, forcing them to spread wider for him to have access.
His fingers move up to touch me at my most sensitive spot, and when he realises I have no underwear on, he groans loudly.
“Fuck me! No fucking underwear at all, Kate? What are you trying to do to me?”
“I can’t wear underwear with this dress,” I say hoarsely as his fingers lightly brush me there. “Oh… more, Nate… I need more.” I beg as he teases me with his fingers.
“Glad you’re back to calling me Nate again.” His gravelly voice sends shivers down my spine. He motions for me to lift my bottom so that he can sweep my dress off my head. In a flash, I'm naked on his kitchen counter. He gazes up at me with hooded eyes.
“Fuck . . . you have no idea how much I want to be inside you right now.”
I want that too. “So do it,” I say huskily, reaching to stroke his hard arousal through his trousers, sure that the lust in his eyes is mirrored in my own.
“Fuck.” He hisses as he moves my hand away.
He shakes his head and lowers it, kissing my most exposed part, running his tongue all the way along.
He pushes me back so that I'm half lying on the counter, placing both my legs over his shoulders to put his mouth fully on me.
I prop myself up on my elbows to watch and .
. . oh . . . what a view. He kisses and bites, and when he lightly sucks my clit I worry I'm going to rocket off the counter. He pushes his tongue inside me, and it’s the most erotic thing I've ever seen.
Looking down at him like this is making me desperate.
He places two fingers inside of me while still kissing my clit and folds, then he slowly drags his fingers out and looks up at me as he puts them in his mouth to take in my taste.
“You taste fucking amazing.” he does it again, but this time, when he takes his fingers out, he lifts them to me.
“Taste what I can taste.” I take his fingers in my mouth, and the sweet taste fills my mouth. He groans as I suck it off his fingers.
He places my calves around his waist to lift me off the counter, carrying me to the settee, putting me on it gently with him lying on top of me.
He’s fully clothed, so I start unbuttoning the buttons on his shirt, losing patience, he reaches behind him and drags it off over his head so that our bare chests are touching.
He kisses me again and trails off, kissing my jaw and my neck, sending shivers through me.
His legs fall in between my parted legs – his erection is hard through his trousers, he grinds on me and groans.
I need him now. “Nate, I need you to fuck me, I need your dick inside me . . . please.”
“Jesus, you can't do this to me. Do you have any idea how hard this is for me - and then you go and say things like that?”
“Don’t fight it.” I pant.
“No, I'm going to prove something to you if it kills me. This is about more than a fuck - I'm going to show you.”
He shifts off to move down me, and his head is between my legs again, eating me hungrily, as though he’s starved for me. He pushes two fingers inside me and then three. I’m getting close.
“I'm coming, Nate!”
“Let go, babe - I want your cunt to tighten around my fingers” Hearing him talk dirty makes me go over the edge and explode, my back arching and my head pushing back onto the settee in total abandon.
“Yes, Nate! Oh shit . . . yes.” I grab the back of his head, pushing it into me, wanting him to go deeper – he obliges and buries his face deeper in me.
When the intensity subsides and I come back to reality, he kisses the inside of my thighs gently, then says, “I've just seen the sexiest fucking thing I've ever seen in my life.”
I grin at him and go to sit up, “Jesus... that was amazing... but now it’s your turn.”
He shakes his head. “No way, I meant it, I'm going to prove that this is not about sex for me.”
I can see that he means it.
“Fair enough, we won’t have sex - but that doesn’t mean that you can’t do other things.”
His eyes darken, and I smile at him.
“You have the most stunning smile I've ever seen.” He says quietly. “I can’t believe you’re here. Promise me you’ll stay the night and you won’t sneak off before I wake up this time?”
I nod, embarrassed that he's brought that up. “I promise I’ll still be here in the morning. Let's go to bed, and I’ll see if I can make you as happy as I am right now.”
He seems to think about it for about a second, then says, “You’re on.” He stands off to the side and reaches for my hands to pull me up, leading me upstairs.
Once upstairs, I can barely wait to get my hands on him.
I slide my fingers in the waistband of his trousers to pull him towards me.
His hands travel over my body as I kiss his chest. I take my time savouring his entire chest, the taste of him while unbuckling his trousers.
I slide my hands in and touch the cheeks of his bottom, lovely and hard.
I shove his boxers down his hips, and he kicks them off so that he’s naked too.
I trail my hand down his front, my feather-light touch brushing his hipbones, and he jumps under my touch.
I love that I get to do this to him. I reach for his hard length.
Rock hard. Kissing him, I wrap my hand around his cock, moving my hand up and down his shaft.
He trembles under my hand, and he groans into my mouth, kissing me harder.
“Fuck Kate . . . I'm gonna come quick.” He says into my mouth.
I push him towards the bed, and he lies down. I sink to my knees on the bed between his legs. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock and blow on it as I grip the base with my hand.
“Stop fuckin’ teasing me!” He squirms underneath me, and I can't help but grin.
I take him in my mouth, as far as he can go, right to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck… that feels… Christ!” He grunts as I take him a little deeper, my mouth works up and down his shaft, sucking and running my tongue along the underside as I do. He is writhing and squirming underneath me.
I work him until the pressure builds, and if possible, he gets harder in my mouth, his cock pulsing.
“I'm close… Jesus Christ!”
I speed up, and his hand comes to the back of my head, pushing me to take him further. His dick hits the back of my throat, and his cum fills my mouth.
“FUCK! That’s so fucking good… shit.”
After I've finished swallowing his release, I slowly withdraw and climb up his body to lie on top of him. He wraps his arms around me.
“I was wrong... that was the fucking sexiest thing I've ever seen. It wasn’t supposed to happen, but I'm glad it did!” he said, chuckling.
“You might be hell-bent on the whole no sex thing, but we’re only human - gotta throw a girl a bone, or a boner – once in a while.”
He throws his head back and laughs, it’s the nicest sound ever.
“I'm not gonna lie, it’s always nice to get a blow job, but you giving me one? That’s off the scale . . . I can barely form a sentence.”
I smile into his chest sleepily as he strokes up and down my back. I sigh and curl into him further. He pulls the duvet to cover us, and I vaguely feel him kiss my forehead as I drift off to sleep.