He climbed over her, pressing his thumbs on the inside of her thighs, opening her up again. Bound, flat on her belly, legs spread, she was his for the taking. He covered her with his strong body. His skin was hot, and the soft hair on his chest tickled her spine. His erection was nestled between her cheeks, and for a second, maybe more, she wondered if he might go there, and claim her ass. She wasn’t sure if she wanted that. Maybe someday, but not yet. She was about to voice her protest when she felt him guiding his cock lower, away from her ass, teasing her heat with the tip.
“Please,” she said, so eager to have him fill her. She longed desperately for penetration, for that glorious moment when he buried himself all the way in her.
“Please what?”
“Please, Nate. I need you inside me. I’m dying to feel you.”
He wrapped an arm around her chest, one hand cupping her breast, rubbing her hard nipple. “God, Casey. You are my weakness. I can’t deny you a fucking thing. You say one word and I give it to you.”
He sank into her, and she soared. She flew. She rocketed into a whole new dimension of bliss and sensual joy as he stroked into her.
Their sounds mingled—their sighs, and moans and pants collided in some kind of sinfully sexy melody of coming togetherness. He moved inside her, taking long, luxurious strokes as his fingertips grazed her nipples, and he held her tight, imprisoning her with his body.
She arched into him, matching his thrusts. He angled his mouth against her neck, kissing her there, working his way up to her ear as he swiveled his hips, then paused, making her want him even more before he answered her body’s prayer and drove into her.
His hand came down hard on her chin, gripping her. He turned her face, so she was even closer to him. Her body sang out in response, wetness coating him. “Do you feel that? How wet you get with me?”
“Yes.”
“I can feel you all over my cock. I can feel you when you get more aroused. Your pussy gets so hot, and you grip my dick, and then I slide in even more,” he said, in a harsh whisper in her ear. As if on command, she felt that rush of heat swoop from her belly straight between her legs. “Like that,” he groaned. “Just like that. God, I love it, Casey. I fucking love everything about this.” He picked up speed, fucking her harder and faster, his hand on her chin, his other hand still gripping her breast. She could barely move, and she didn’t want to. All she wanted was this possession, this complete and utter possession.
“Me too. No one has ever made me feel this way,” she managed to say in between her pants and moans.
“How do I make you feel?” he asked, raising up, and then slamming back into her.
She searched for the words; she felt them on the tip of her tongue. She knew what she was hunting for, but she was afraid to say it, so she managed something close enough. “Like you can’t get enough of me,” she answered, looking up at him, even from this position. His eyes blazed at her; they were full of such passion. She was caught in a tractor beam of intensity.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he said, so raw and hoarse as he ran his finger over her mouth, brushing it along the inside of her bottom lip. She nibbled on his finger then opened her mouth to lead him in. He slid his finger between her lips. She eagerly took it, sucking, swirling, loving on his finger as if she were sucking him off while he pushed deeper into her pussy. “Do you have any idea how long I’ve wanted to be with you?”
“How long?” she asked as he simulated fucking her mouth.
He moved his mouth to her ear. “I’ve wanted you so fucking much. For so fucking long,” he whispered, and it was a confession. A complete and utter confession that shocked her to the bone then sent a glorious burst of pleasure down her spine and straight to her core.
“Nate,” she moaned. “I need you to untie me. Flip me over, and make love to me like that.”
In seconds, he’d freed her hands from his shirt, and turned her over, missionary style. He slipped out of her in the process, and she sat up, reaching for his erection, sliding him home again as she lay back on the mattress, raising her knees to clamp them on his hips.
She was free now. Free to touch him. To hold him. To run her fingers across his skin. “Sometimes, I need to have my hands on you too,” she said softly as he returned to that lingering pace, that slow and sensual rhythm that drove her just to the brink, but not quite over.
“Touch me,” he said, in the most tender voice that nailed her straight in the heart. His vulnerability took center stage right now, even as his strong body topped hers. She brought her hands to his face, cupping his cheeks, tracing lines along his jaw. He gasped and closed his eyes, a barely-there moan of her name escaping his lips.
“Nate,” she whispered. “Look at me.”
He opened his eyes, and she melted. She absolutely melted under his gaze. She was in heaven with him. She was in complete and utter bliss. “I love the way you feel in me,” she told him as she wrapped her legs around his back. “You make me feel so good.”
“You should feel good.”
“I love the way you move in me. I love having you inside me,” she said, hooking her ankles behind his ass, drawing him deeper.
“Oh God,” he groaned. “You’re killing me.”
“Do you know why I love it so much?”
“Why?” he asked, and his voice sounded nearly broken, like she’d stripped him of all his defenses, and he was bare before her.
“Because,” she said, her fingers tracing his beautiful face. “Because it’s you.”
Then her back bowed, and she grabbed his neck, an orgasm sneaking up out of nowhere, pulling her under, crashing over her, consuming her in a tidal wave of bliss. “Oh God, I’m coming again,” she said, crying out as she grabbed at him, pulling him closer.
“Fuck, I can feel you coming on me,” he groaned.
She clutched at him, holding on tight to his shoulders as the pleasure rolled through her.
When the waves subsided, he was still right there above her, and hard as a rock inside her.
“There’s a problem,” she said playfully, in between breaths. “I’m three tonight to your none.”
“Don’t worry, sweetness. We’ve going to make it four to one soon. Where’s that LolaRing we were going to try?”
Somehow, she managed to scramble out from under him to grab the toy from her suitcase. When she returned to the bed he was on his back, his hands behind his head, his dick at full attention.