Page 68 of Long Hard Road
He chuckled and got to his feet, pulling me with him. After another long, searching kiss, he tucked his hands into the waistband of my pants and tugged them down, taking my underwear with them. Nate dropped to his knees again and lifted my legs one at a time to free me of the fabric. Then he looked up at me and my heart shattered.
“You are the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said, rough hands gliding up my thighs. He followed those hands with soft kisses. “I’m going to worship every inch of you, Madison.”
His kisses grew heated as he approached my core and then they landed on the spot where I wanted him most. “Oh my god, Nate!” My legs shook and he wrapped an arm around them to hold me up.
“You’re going to need to be wetter than this, babe,” he said, breath hot on my skin. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” I said confidently, brushing back his hair as he looked up at me. Then I remembered how large he had been in my mouth and I grimaced slightly. “Okay, maybe you will a little bit. But it won’t last.”
“Not good enough.” He licked through my folds with a pleased murmur. “I could do this all night.”
“I wouldn’t object,” I panted.
After a few more torturous licks and one more hungry suck that nearly tipped me over the edge, he pulled back and stood. “Lay on the blanket and spread your legs,” he said with a sudden intensity that had me scrambling to follow his orders.
While I was getting situated in front of the fire, he started removing his clothes. Flannel was unbuttoned and tossed away, followed by the t-shirt he wore underneath. I gaped at the hard muscles that lined every inch of his torso. They were begging for my tongue to trace them. A black tattoo worked its way down his right shoulder.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded as he unbuttoned his jeans. “And keep your legs spread. I want to see everything.”
“I… I don’t know how.” I was embarrassed to admit that I’d never sought my own pleasure.
“Sure you do, babe. Think about what you like when I touch you.” His jeans hit the ground with a soft thud and he kicked them away.
I closed my eyes and pictured how his hands had moved when he’d given me my first orgasm. Slowly, I slipped one hand down and circled my clit. My mouth opened with a gasp.
“Fuck yes. Keep doing that.” Nate’s voice was extra-husky and laced with desire.
I opened my eyes to find him naked, hard cock fisted in one hand. “I don’t want to come without you this time,” I whispered.
“I won’t let you.” He stroked his cock once and it seemed to grow impossibly bigger in his hand. My inner walls clenched with anticipation. “Put a finger inside your pussy.”
I again did what he instructed because I trusted him completely.
“How does that feel? Are you wet?”
“Mhm.” I nodded and stroked the finger against my slick walls. “I’m wet for you, honey. Always for you.”
“Fuck it.” He dropped to his knees between my legs and leaned down to take my mouth, tongue hot and wet. When I wrapped my hand around his cock, he let out a growl. “Shit. I don’t have a condom.”
“That’s okay. I’m on the pill.” It went without saying that I was clean. “Are you… is there anything I need to know?”
“No. I’ve been tested recently. All good.” He swallowed hard. “Are you sure?”
I nodded. “I want to feel every inch of you inside me, Nate.”
“Okay.” This time he kissed my lips softly. “I’m going to go slow. Tell me if it hurts too much. Promise?”
I nodded again. “It won’t. I’m ready for you.”
He stroked a hand down and between my legs, testing me with a finger. “Damn, babe. You are soaked for me.”
“Always,” I replied honestly.
His tip nudged my clit and elicited a loud gasp that made Nate smile. “So eager for me.” He stroked his cock through my slickness, coating himself with my arousal. “Wrap your legs around me, angel.”
I did and locked my arms around his neck. His lips covered mine and swallowed my soft gasp as he eased himself inside an inch. “Okay?” he asked and I nodded. He moved in another inch and my body stretched to accommodate him. “You are so fucking tight. You feel incredible, babe. How does it feel?”
“Good. Keep going,” I whispered, arching into him. “Don’t stop.”