34. Chapter 34
Chapter 34
Adalie
N ate insists on driving me home later. All night, he never stopped touching me. Either his arm was around me, or his hand was on my knee, or he was adjusting my hat so the sun didn’t shine in my eyes. Once the car is parked in my visitor's parking area, we sit there for a moment.
“Are you coming up?” I ask.
“I didn’t want to assume—” he begins.
“Assume,” I say, climbing out then looking back at him with a smile. “Come on.”
He follows me to the elevator, standing on the opposite side, watching me. It’s kind of cute how nervous he seems, but it’s also time for him to stop.
I lead him to my apartment and into my living room, where I sit down. “There’s a couple things I want to talk about,” I say.
He sits next to me, not too close, our bodies angled toward each other so only our knees are touching.
“You know I’m a little absent-minded sometimes,” I say, and he nods. “I’m not always the greatest at taking my birth control pills at the exact same time every day. I have. For the last few months. I have an alarm on my phone, and I’ve been really conscious of it. But my systems break down sometimes. I could talk to my doctor about an IUD, but it’ll take a bit to get in to see her, so if you want to keep using condoms—”
“I don’t,” he says. “Unless you do. And if you don’t want to go through with the IUD, that’s fine. It’s your body, Adalie. It’s up to you what you want to do. If you get pregnant before we decide to, I’ll be happy about it. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”
“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about.” I take his hand in mind, scooting closer on the couch. “I love you, too, Nate. I’m not going anywhere, either.”
He reaches for me, hauling me into his chest, wrapping his arms tight around me, and kissing me soundly until my head is spinning with the need to touch his skin.
“Is there anything else you want to talk about, princess?” he asks huskily, before drawing my lower lip into his mouth and biting it.
I whimper in pleasure, settling my knees on either side of his lap, only the thin fabric of my panties separating my pussy from his jean-clad dick. It’s straining against his fly, and I reach down to undo the button.
“Not at this moment,” I say, sliding the zipper down and slipping my hands inside his pants to pull him free. I stroke his hard length, hidden from my view beneath the skirt of my dress.
He groans, his head dropping back against the couch as his hands shift my hips closer to his cock.
“Have I told you how perfect you are?” he asks, eyes closed, as I continue to stroke him.
“I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe you should tell me again, just in case. And feel free to tell me whenever you want.”
He opens his eyes and lifts his head so he can meet my gaze. “You are perfect. Your hands are perfect. Your ass is perfect.” He gives it a little squeeze. “Your tits are perfect. But it’s more than that, too. The way you laugh, the way you talk to me and make me talk to you, the way you step out of your comfort zone with such grace and confidence.”
I shake my head. “I’m not confident.”
“You are. You fake it until it becomes real. And your smile.” He lifts a hand to my mouth, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll do anything to see you smile. Your lips are perfect for it.”
I slip off his lap onto the floor. “You mean these lips?”
Then I lower my mouth to his eager dick, taking him as far as I can. I wrap my hand around the base so I don’t have to take him to the back of my throat, something I’ve discovered I’m not a big fan of. Instead, I work my tongue around his shaft, and he groans long and deep, his hands threading into my hair to keep it back from my face. Other than a few shifts that I believe are mostly instinct, he lets me control the pace of the blow job. I swirl my tongue, stroking along the underside of his cock, then around the tip until his fingers tighten in my hair and he’s making soft sounds of desperation. I love how much he loves my mouth on him.
“Adalie,” he groans. “You need to stop or—” He cuts off with a harsh sound.
I pull off him, popping my lips around the head of his dick, meeting his eyes. “You can come, Nate. We’ve got all night.” I don’t look away as I take him back into my mouth.
I continue licking and sucking, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, tightening my fingers around his thick girth the way I know he likes until he groans, long and deep, my name like a prayer on his lips. His cum is hot and salty as it spills into my mouth and I swallow it down. Once he’s done, I lick away all the evidence, and he shudders under my touch.
“Have I mentioned that I love you?” he asks hoarsely, and I chuckle.
“I think so.”
“Come here.”
I get up, straddling his lap again, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping past my lips to claim mine while his fingers draw down the zipper of my dress.
“Do you know how much I love these fucking dresses, Adalie?” he asks.
I shake my head, sliding my arms free of the straps so it can pool at my waist. I’m not wearing a bra today so my breasts are bare for him.
“Tell me,” I say.
His hands move to my nipples, his thumbs sliding over them, sending shivers through me and heat straight to my core.
“You look like a goddess in them. And I know how easy it is to slide my hand up your legs to reach your sweet pussy, and it’s all I can do to stop myself.”
I moan as his fingers pinch and caress my nipples. “Don’t stop yourself,” I tell him.
“Shall I take you to bed, sweet Adalie?”
“Yes.”
So he stands, lifting me with him like I weigh absolutely nothing. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as he brings me to my bed, laying me down and depositing the dress he loves so much on the floor. I’m not wearing my panties for much longer, either, as he divests me of them. Then he stands next to the bed, staring down at me like I’m the most beautiful creature in the world while he takes his clothes off.
“You want one of your toys?” he asks.
I shake my head. “Just you.”
He grins again before joining me.
“I want to do something different,” he says. “Something we haven’t done that you might not be comfortable with, but I promise, it will be good.”
“What?” I ask.
“I want you to sit on my face.”
My mouth drops open as I stare at him, sitting up. “I can’t do that.”
“Why not?”
“Because?” I say it as a question since I really have no answer why not and he knows it. So he lies down, guiding my leg over his chest and my body up until my core is lined up with his mouth. It’s awkward and I’m about to tell him I feel weird, but then he goes to work.
This man can eat pussy like no one else in my life. I’ve had a few other men try it before, but they were always sloppy and never knew where to lick me. Nate though? He has just the right pressure in just the right spot, his tongue licking me slowly from my cunt to my clit over and over again.
I hold the headboard, riding his face while he devours me. Being on top of him like this makes me feel powerful and in charge, even though he’s still guiding us. I switch my hands from the headboard to my breasts as I play with my nipples, and I look down to meet Nate’s eyes. It’s such an erotic sight, my naked body moving over him while I watch him lick my pussy and he watches me play with myself.
He grips my hips, lifting his face closer so he can take my clit between his lips and suck on it until I scream and my body tenses. Then that rush of pleasure floods through me, and I come hard, shuddering and moaning, his tongue returning to lick me as the aftershocks of the orgasm wrack my body.
When it has subsided, Nate shifts me down until my core is lined up with his dick, which I am delighted to discover is already hard again.
“Conscious decision this time,” he says.
I nod. “Conscious. I need you inside me. I don’t want a condom if you don’t.”
He tugs me down so he can kiss me and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. While we kiss, I move my hips, reach between us, and guide his naked cock into my pussy, taking him all the way inside me. Then I sit up and begin to rock on him, riding his dick like I rode his face. I place my hands on his chest to anchor myself and lose myself in the feeling of him inside me, of me in control of this huge man who could easily take over if he wants to, but likes what I’m doing enough that he doesn’t.
“That’s right, princess,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Use me. I’m yours. Use me however you want.”
His words make heat flash through me. He’s mine. This big, protective, gruff, adrenaline-seeking man is mine. The idea alone is enough to send me flying, but even more than that is the buzzing vibrator he’s taken from my drawer and pressed to my clit. I still on his cock for a moment as the pleasure roars through me. I shift my hips over him and the orgasm crests. I’m shuddering again, moaning as my pussy clenches around him. He doesn’t move, letting me take exactly what I want as I ride my orgasm to the end.
When I collapse over him, he sets the vibrator aside and grips my hips, using me now like I used him earlier.
“Yes,” I whisper, with all the strength I have left. “I’m yours, too.” I press my lips to his neck and he groans, pumping into me hard and fast until he comes as well.
After a moment, when our breathing has returned to normal, he shifts me off him, presses a soft kiss to my lips, and leaves the bed. I’m still too languid to wonder where he’s going. Before I can start to think about it, he’s back with a damp cloth, cleaning up between my legs. When he’s done, he chucks the cloth into my laundry hamper and slides into bed, pulling the blanket around us. I snuggle into his side.
As I lay against him, his arm wrapped around me, my fingers drawing random patterns on his chest, I feel so at peace.
“How was dinner with your family yesterday?” he asks.
I look up at him. His other hand is propped behind his head as he searches my eyes.
“Why?”
He shrugs. “I was worried about you.”
“Really?”
He nods. “I wish I could have been there with you. They can be jerks.”
“You had Dani. As much as I’d love to have her with us, I wouldn’t want to bring her there in case they say something awful. But actually, it went great.” I tell him about my brother’s engagement and how they’d asked me to move someone else’s wedding so they could get married at Blue Vista next summer. And I tell him how I’d said no. To Elliot and Suzanne about the wedding, to Elliot about the money he wanted to borrow, and to Calista about the tickets to events she’s always asking for. The more I speak, the bigger Nate’s smile grows.
“Adalie, that’s amazing. You stood up to them. For yourself.”
“I think I was able to do it because of you,” I tell him. “Over the past few weeks, doing all this stuff I never thought I’d be able to do kind of flicked a switch inside me. I realized I’m able to do these things I want to do. I don’t need their approval. I just need my own.”
“Well, if you don’t need me anymore, I’ll just go.” He shifts as though to move out of the bed and I laugh, holding on to him.
“You made a joke!” I say. “And it was a funny one.”
He grins at me. “I’ve learned a few things from you, too, you know.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “And I can’t wait to learn more.”