Chapter 5 #2
Heat rushed between my legs, and I ached there, a deep and exquisite hollowness crying out to be filled.
With one hand on his balls, and his cock rendering me incapable of any speech, I yanked the panel of my panties to my thigh.
I was glistening between my legs. I was coated in wetness, the kind of silky dampness that would make for a fabulous, frictionless fuck.
Oh lord, my body was demanding to be touched.
Begging. I desperately craved his hands, his fingers, his mouth, and his cock.
“That’s a gorgeous sight,” he murmured and I sneaked a peek at him.
The scene was so surreal. Nate standing up, jeans at his ankles, his tall, strong body revealed to me for the first time.
Me on my knees, loving his delicious dick with my mouth as I spread myself for his viewing pleasure.
His hands were wrapped around my head, restraining me, controlling me, as he stared so hungrily between my legs.
His eyes were wild, like a feral animal.
I’d never felt so craved in my life.
Then he leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and groaned so loudly I was sure he was about to come, that I would taste his saltiness sliding down my throat any second. The possibility electrified me, arousing me more than I’d ever expected. I wanted it. Badly.
Instead, he stopped abruptly. He pulled himself out of my mouth, leaving me on the floor with my legs and mouth wide open.
“Take off everything but the shoes, and bend over the bed.”
My natural impulse was to talk. To say something.
To ask what he wanted next. I didn’t know what he planned to do, but as I stood, I realized that was the point.
He hadn’t told me. The anticipation was its own aphrodisiac.
He kicked off his shoes and jeans as I stripped down.
As I reached for the clasp on my bra, the reality of what we were doing reared its head again.
I was about to be naked in front of him.
I wasn’t ashamed of my body at all, but this was another turning point in our relationship.
From this point on, he’d always know what I looked like naked.
Carpe diem. I unhooked my bra and tossed it on the floor.
His lips parted as his eyes roamed my body, his gaze finally hooking on my breasts. I dipped my thumbs into the side of my panties, and was about to pull them off, when he placed his hands over mine.
He dipped his head to my neck and pressed a soft kiss to my collarbone.
That seemed to be his favorite spot on me.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against my skin, and a sweet rush of tingles spread through me from his tender words.
Cupping my breasts, he whispered, “I can’t resist touching them. ”
Desire ricocheted inside me. “I like it,” I said, fully aware that we were breaking character, but I knew he was okay with it, because he’d broken first. And truth be told, I loved his unfettered reaction to my body.
I loved that he simply had to give in, and hell, did he give in as he squeezed and kneaded my breasts so expertly that I was about to shout take me now.
That would defeat the purpose of this lesson, so I simply let myself exist in the exquisite pleasure of this moment, and of Nate worshipping my body.
Until he returned to that voice he’d used before.
“Now turn around, put your hands on the bed and bend over for me.”
“But you told me to take off my underwear, and it’s still on.”
“I changed my mind. I want to take it off. Turn around now.”
I placed my hands on the edge of the bed, bending my back for him, ass in the air. So many words started to take shape on my tongue—are you going to fuck me, are you going to touch me, are you going to taste me…?
I shut my mouth, trying to truly free my mind of the need to know everything.
“Close your eyes,” he told me, and I did. Now it was all in the waiting. The room was dark, there was no music—it was only the two of us, and the possibilities.
His hands traced a warm path on my back, making me tremble.
When he reached my ass, he cupped my cheeks and groaned.
Then I felt a whoosh of air between my legs, his warm breath as he blew.
Oh god, what was he doing to me? I was throbbing between my legs, hot and damp and absolutely aching for him.
His fingers curled into the band of my panties.
He inched them over my cheeks, down my thighs, to my knees.
I started to step out of them, but he grasped my ankles firmly in place, a reminder that he was in charge. He left the panties at my ankles.
“Stay like that. I want to look at you.”
I didn’t move. The image of him, naked, erect, and so fucking handsome as he stared at my body turned my insides molten. I was so aroused I could feel a bead of wetness slide down my thigh.
For the briefest of moments, I was embarrassed, but any worries were quelled by Nate.
Or more precisely, by his mouth that captured that drop on his tongue.
I gasped at the feel of his lips on the inside of my legs, and then again at the realization that he’d been watching so closely that he saw everything, every response in my body.
“You taste so good,” he murmured as he licked my thighs.
He pressed a palm on the inside of each leg, and gently guided me to a wider stance.
“More. Spread them more and raise your ass higher,” he told me, and I bent lower, leaving myself completely open to him.
Shoes on, panties at my ankles, not a stitch of clothing covering my body. Turned on beyond any and all reason.
I cried out. His tongue. Oh god, he’d flicked his tongue once against my clit, and then stopped, and I was dying for more.
“I need more of you in my face,” he said, and it was half a command, and half him simply giving a play by play as he took the matter into his own hands, using his thumbs to spread me open for him.
“Perfect,” he said, then returned to my heat, pressing his lips to me and diving in.
My vision went fuzzy. My world turned into a black and silver blur.
The feel of his mouth was breathtaking, and in an instant pleasure engulfed my body.
The sweet oblivion of desire radiated throughout my entire being as he licked me like a ravenous man.
“So fucking delicious,” he whispered as he flicked his tongue against my swollen clit. I moaned so loudly I was sure someone would hear if we were anyplace but a hotel with soundproof walls designed for this kind of play.
His lips were soft, his tongue was divine, and he ate my pussy like he’d never had anything he wanted so much.
Pleasure forked inside me, spinning from my belly to the tips of my fingers.
He gripped my hips harder, holding me firmly in place, restraining me with his big hands as he consumed my wetness.
He lapped up every drop, sending me spiraling into such a state of bliss that all I wanted was to come.
The pressure built to a crescendo. I wanted to crash on through to the other side.
“Oh god, Nate,” I cried out. “I’m so—”
He cut me off. “You’re so close, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I said, aware somewhere in my mind that this was part of the control. That he was in charge of everything.
“Work for it,” he said, then returned to my pussy, licking, teasing, but still resisting that final push.
I rocked back into him, desperate. “Please. Please, give me more.”
Another lick. Another deep, consuming kiss. I was so damn close to ecstasy.
“Please,” I cried out, desperately seeking to orgasm.
“Please what?” he said on a quick pause.
“Please, don’t stop.”
“I like that you said please. Now be as loud as you want. I’m not going to stop till you’re coming on my lips.”
I moaned and lifted my hips higher, dropping down onto my elbows, giving him all the access he needed, making myself one hundred percent vulnerable. Giving in to him. Handing over all my control.
“I’m so close. It’s so good.”
He licked and kissed me in a heated frenzy, his own moans so damn sexy that his sounds of pleasure set me off.
I shouted his name.
My body detonated. The climax swept through me, crashing over every square inch of my mind and body.
I panted and moaned, and practically sang out with joy from the sheer intensity.
I didn’t think it would ever stop as wave after wave spread through me, bathing me in ecstasy.
He slowed as the orgasm ebbed away, giving me one final sweet kiss before he rose, pulled me gently up on the bed, and wrapped his arms around me, spooning me.
I brushed my hair away from my face, my bones still humming, my body awash in the afterglow. “Wow.”
He kissed the back of my neck, and I turned to meet his gaze. He looked, quite simply, happy.
“That was…”
“Amazing.”
I trailed my finger along his stubble. “Do I get to find out how you like to have sex now?”
He shook his head, and I dropped my jaw in surprise.
“But I thought—”
He cut me off. “I want to. I want nothing more than to take you. But waiting for it is part of letting go.”