Page 49 of Meant For Love
Nash
I walk up the steps with her matcha in one hand and my protein shake in the other. The sun was slowly peeking out of the clouds when I walked back into the house twenty minutes ago because it was only a little after six. Stepping into the darkened room, I make my way to her side of the bed. She’s lying on her stomach, one leg cocked to the side with one arm under the pillow, the other one stretched out. The covers are at her naked shoulder, her hair draped across the pillow. I put the two drinks down before I sit on the bed softly, trying not to wake her just yet.
I take a minute just to look at her. The feelings I’m feeling for her are ones I’ve never felt before. I knew she was the one, but I wasn’t sure how that feeling would go with that sentiment. Without being able to stop myself, I reach one hand around her hip and bend to kiss her neck. She moans under my touch, and my cock goes to half-mast. I kiss her again and again until she finally stirs and calls my name, “Nash.” Last night after her motherfucker of an ex called her, I made it a point to make her say my name all night long.
“Good morning, baby.” I move my kisses from her neck to her shoulder and then back up again. “I made you a matcha,” I say as she turns to her side facing me, tucking the cover under her arm. “I’m going to head into the shower.”
“What time is it?” she asks, trying to open her eyes and keep them open.
“Just a little after six.” I bend to kiss her lips. “You have time.”
I go to move, and her hand grabs my wrist, pulling me back to her. “Give me a hug.” Her voice is grumbled and soft.
“I’m all sweaty,” I warn her, looking at my shirt that is a little wet from me working out for an hour and a half.
“Wouldn’t be the first time you put your sweat on me.” She leans up on her elbow, the cover falling off her to her waist. Her tits are on display, her nipples looking tight and pebbled, inviting me to suck on them. Tempting me, the little love bites around them make me smile. “I don’t think it’ll be your last either.” Her hand moves up to wrap around the side of my neck as she tips her head back and up to kiss me on the lips. “Good morning,” she finally says.
“You’re beautiful.” My hand that was at her hip comes up to rub her chin with my thumb. “So fucking beautiful.” Her eyes get glossy from the words and then slowly go lighter. “You take my breath away.” I kiss her quickly before getting up and maybe saying things I don’t even know how to say. Saying things that might fuck it all up before we are both in that safe space where we can say things like that and have it be okay.
I pull off my T-shirt. “You can finish watching that show from last night,” I tell her, and she sits up with her back against the headboard. “The man married to four women.”
“One woman now,” she corrects me, “and I would have finished if someone hadn’t trailed his fingers down my body, followed by his mouth.”
“I didn’t hear you complain.” I smirk at her as I toss the T-shirt in the laundry basket. “In fact, there was a lot of ‘Nash, don’t stop.’”
She reaches over to grab her matcha. “We remember different things, then.”
“I remember everything,” I assure her, and her cheeks get pink while she grabs the remote and turns on the television. At the same time, I walk into the bathroom, going straight for the shower. I pull open the glass door and set the water to just how I like it before taking off my shorts and boxers, and tossing them in the laundry basket in the corner. I undress everywhere in my bedroom, and I have four baskets around so I don’t have clothes piling up. I pull open the door and step into the warm water, wetting my hair first and then running my hands through it before I grab my shampoo. I’m rinsing it out of my hair when I feel a draft and look over to see Zoey stepping into the shower. “Hey.” I see her hair down and not pinned up like she usually has it when she gets in the shower.
“I need to wash my hair.” She takes steps toward me until she’s standing in front of me. Putting her head back and wetting her hair, she pushes it away from her face. “Plus, I have to take care of something.” She moves under the water spray before her hand comes out to grip my cock that went from zero to a thousand the second she stepped through the shower door.
“What is that?” I watch her hand fist me. The water runs over her nipples, so I bend my head, sucking the nipple into my mouth, her hand gripping me even tighter.
“Morning blow job,” she states and slowly drops to her knees. “Can’t start the day without that, can we?” She looks at me as her tongue comes out, and she licks me all the way up from my balls to the tip of my cock. “Someone might be grumpy.” She sucks the head into her warm mouth before letting it go and licking it back down to my balls.
“No one likes grumpy Nash.” My voice is low as I try to focus on her face instead of the amazing feeling of her tongue. “Put your hands on the floor,” I tell her, and she lets go of my cock, leaning forward, putting her palms on the floor. The water from the shower lands on her lower back, her perfectly shaped ass arched. “I’m going to fuck your face,” I inform her, opening my legs more and then holding her head between my hands. “Nice and slow.” I slide my cock as much as I can into her mouth before pulling out. “And then I’m going to set you on the counter”—I thrust back into her mouth—“and fuck your pussy.” She nods when I pull out just until the tip, and she sucks me back into her mouth. Slow and steady, I fuck her mouth. “My girl likes to suck my cock.” She looks up at me as my cock goes to the back of her throat, my hips moving as if I’m fucking her pussy. “That’s a good girl,” I praise when she takes a bit more of me into her mouth. “Take it all.” I move out, and she sucks me back in, and I can’t help but put my head back and close my eyes. I take in the heat of her mouth, the wetness of her tongue. “I’m close,” I warn her, and she sucks me stronger this time until I’m coming down her throat. She takes everything I have to give her. The minute I’m done, I pick her up from the floor, put her on the bench, and get down on my knees. “How much do you need to come right now?” I slide my tongue into her pussy, her juices invading my mouth before I lick up to her clit.
“Nash.” She opens her legs wider. “I need you.”
“What do you need?” I ask her as I suck her clit into my mouth and I ram two fingers inside her. Her hips lift off the bench.
“That,” she pants out, “and more.”
“Who do you need?” I curl my fingers inside her. “Tell me who you need.”
“You, Nash,” she moans, “I need you.” I snap when she says that, slipping my fingers out of her before moving her off the bench, pushing her back to the shower wall, picking up one of her legs, and then slamming up into her. “Always you, Nash,” she declares right before I pull out and slam back inside her.
The water is ice cold by the time we get out because after she’s come on my cock twice, I pull out of her and soap up her whole body, finger-fucking her again until she almost comes. Over and over again. She trembles under my touch, the need to come so hard that she screams when I bring her to the edge again and then pull her away. “Need to show you who you belong to.” The kiss I give her is as wet as she is. “My name will be the first thing on your lips in the morning.” I tweak her clit. “And the last thing before you slide into bed.” I turn her around, picking her up and slamming into her ruthlessly over and over again until she screams my name at the top of her lungs. “That’s my girl.” I plant myself inside her until I follow her off the cliff, leaning forward and kissing her shoulder.
“I’m not talking to you.” She glares over her shoulder at me, my cock still buried inside her as she contracts her pussy. “That was too much, and the next time you do that”—she moves so my cock slips out of her—“I’m going to leave you and get my vibrator.”
“Baby.” I grab her chin in my hand. “That’s going to be even more fun for me. Fuck you with it while you suck my cock.” Her eyes hood just with the thought. “Make you choke on it while I fuck your pussy.” I slap her ass. “Next time.” I swallow her mouth with mine, and when she steps out of the shower, she’s still glaring at me. “It’s not my fault you drive me crazy.”
“Oh, it’s my fault?” She wraps the towel around her after twisting her hair up in one. “How is this my fault?”
“Should I show you?” I wrap my own towel around my waist.
“No,” she snaps, “we are going to be late for work.”