“So then you started taking care of her,” he finishes. I nod. We settle back into the pillows for a minute. “Your mom should have known that not all books are created equal, though,” Nate begins thoughtfully. “Some are far more interesting than others.”
“What?” I ask, with absolutely no idea what he's talking about. With a devilish grin, he reaches over me and opens my bedside table. I shriek and grab his arm as I see his fingers graze over my copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover. But to my far more infinite horror, his hand keeps searching back and returns to the bed with my hot pink vibrator. “Oh my god, put that back!”
He ignores me, and studies it thoughtfully as my cheeks burn. “Someday I'd like to watch you use this on yourself,” he comments. My mouth drops open and he glances up at me, his eyes boring into me. “What do you think about that?”
“I…I don't know,” I whisper.
“Not tonight,” he assures me, replacing the vibrator in the drawer and turning back to me. “Tonight, I'll do all the work.” I gasp as I feel his fingers slip between my legs and rub against my clit. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to be your first for all of this.”
“Mmhm,” I reply distractedly as my eyelids flutter. No way can I concentrate on speaking with his hand down there.
“Brynn, keep looking at me.”
“Why?” I whine.
“Because I like to tease you,” he replies simply. I bite my lip and turn my head back to him. His fingers rub my aching nub over and over again.
“I like it when you order me around,” I whisper, feeling shocked to hear myself say such a thing out loud. His eyes widen.
“You do?”
“Only in bed,” I explain. I watch his pupils dilate and his jaw muscles contract, as though he's struggling against some powerful reaction. He sucks in a breath of air and then blows it out of his mouth slowly.
“Oh, Brynn, there are so many things I want to do to you. But we can't just jump from zero to sixty.” I nod in understanding and then moan as he slips a finger inside me. “You're so wet already. You want round two?” All I can do is moan in affirmation. “Turn around,” he orders me, and a thrill of desire rushes through me. I obey, turning over onto my other side so that my back's to him.
He runs his hand over my ass and then back between my legs and inside me. I hear him fumbling with his other hand and then the sound of a condom being ripped open.
“Put your arms over your head,” he tells me. I place them over my ears and onto the pillow, bending my elbows so that they don't hit the headboard. I feel his hand press down against my forearms, his long fingers easily reaching completely around me, and pinning me to the pillow. His other hand slides out of me and pulls my hips back toward him. I begin to tremble with anticipation, but don't have to wait very long.
I feel his cock at my slit, pushing into me as he holds me in place. I cry out from pain and pleasure as he reawakens the soreness he created the first time, but unlike that time, the pleasure is also instant and intense.
I feel his mouth at my ear. “You like that?”
“Yes, oh god, yes,” I moan. He thrusts into me faster.
“It's so hard to hold back with you,” he mutters, almost to himself.
“You don't have to,” I reply. I hear him grunt in response and slam into me harder. Suddenly I feel myself being picked up and turned over. Before I know it, I'm on my hands and knees without Nate and me ever losing contact. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure as he pulls out and drives back in. He's in so deep now, pressing directly against my g-spot with every thrust.
My body begins to shake with another orgasm and this time, I let myself go with it. I feel Nate's hands pulling my hips back to meet his with every thrust as he comes with me. My elbows collapse down with the final shudder of my orgasm, and Nate lands on top of me, immediately kissing the back of my neck.
“Oh, Brynn, I'm sorry,” he murmurs, as he pulls my hair out of my face.
“Sorry? Why are you sorry?” I ask, befuddled.
“You're crying…I'm so sorry. I was too rough, I went too quickly, I—” he rushes on, sounding horrified.
My brain tries to catch up with him. “No, no. It didn't hurt. I didn't even realize I was crying. Everything felt amazing.”
His body relaxes against mine. “I was so scared for a second there. I thought I hurt you.”
“No, honestly…” I reach up to touch my face, and he's right—my cheeks are damp. “That's so strange. This doesn't happen a lot?”
He pulls himself up so he can look at me with an ironic grin. “I do try not to make girls cry, Brynn.”
I laugh. “I'm sorry, I just meant…I wondered if this happens to other girls. I suppose I don't usually…you know, let go of control like that. Maybe the emotional release…”
“Maybe. Just as long as you're OK.”
“I'm more than OK,” I assure him.
“Sore?”
I nod. “A little.”
“I'll get you some water,” he says, kissing the back of my shoulder before gently pulling out of me. He comes back from the bathroom with a glass for me, and sits up in bed with me as I drink it.
“I wish you could sleep here,” I murmur, resting my head on his shoulder. I feel spent, relaxed…and happy.
“Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
The next morning, I wake up reaching for Nate, but he's gone. I turn over onto my back in frustration. I thought that after we had sex my desire for him might fade a bit, become more manageable, but it's even stronger now. Even though I can feel a little soreness and pain between my legs, I want him to take me again, and again, and again.
I glance at the clock and am shocked to see it's almost noon. Well, I guess I did have a big day yesterday, between almost sliding down that cliff and losing my virginity. I slide under the sheets to the side of the bed and sit up on the edge. I roll my ankle and find that there's barely any pain, though I guess I should leave the tape on for one more day just to be safe.
I stand and pull on a pair of yoga pants and a t-shirt and head downstairs to the kitchen and fix myself some breakfast. My mom walks in just as I'm sitting down at the breakfast table.
“Wow, that's a lot of food, Brynn,” she comments, raising her eyebrows at the amount of eggs and toast on my plate.
“Starving,” I reply, pausing only momentarily then continuing to shovel food into my mouth.