Page 60 of Living with Fire
Nate reaches between us, lining us up, and without taking his lips off mine, slowly pushes inside of me. I moan into the kiss, forcing myself to relax as he guides himself inch by pleasurable inch into my body until he’s seated to the hilt.
He lifts his head, his gaze soft and warm, but full of restraint. He knows his size; knows I need the time to adjust around him. Or maybe he needs to go slow so he doesn’t lose his control before we even get started. I don’t know. What I do know is he fills me so completely I don’t think I’ll ever feel right without him inside me again.
“You okay?” he asks, his eyes intent on me.
I rock my hips beneath him, and he shudders in response. I think that’s his control that I feel slipping away as I nod my head. My arm slips around his neck, and I tug him back down to me, my lips brushing across his.
“So much better than okay,” I breathe against his mouth. “Now fuck me.”
The discipline that always seems to grip him snaps. It’s as if I can physically feel it breaking inside of him while he’s inside of me. His lips claim mine as he begins to move, slowly at first, trying to retain some of that control, but I squeeze my walls around him, wanting more.
He grunts in response, tearing his lips away. Hooking an arm around my thigh, he lifts my leg as he pulls back and then surges inside of me, every speck of gentleness gone. It’s exactly what I wanted. His cock is big, but I’m so wet that he glides through me easily, and I moan with the pleasure flowing through my body in waves.
It’s never been easy for me to come while having sex. Before, yes. After, sure. Usually by myself. I stopped caring long ago if it happened during the act itself. My expectations have always been low on that front, but I should have known that Nate would raise the bar despite his warning.
Gasping when his finger finds my clit, I reach out and grab the blankets, twisting them in my fists as my hips buck towards him. I’m out of my mind with pleasure as his finger works me and his cock pummels me. I can feel the orgasm developing within, the tension building in my belly, anticipation filling every nerve.
Stars suddenly explode around me, and I’m in a million pieces around him, squeezing his cock. Nate wraps his arm around my other leg, pushing both towards my chest, using them as leverage as he slams into me until I hear a guttural groan escape him and his hips still while he rides out his own orgasm.
We’re both breathing hard as he releases my legs a few moments later and collapses down on me, barely propping himself up with an elbow to keep from completely crushing me.
“Christ,” he groans from where his face is planted against my neck.
“Uh huh,” I pant, my tongue sweeping along my lips to wet them.
That was incredible. More than incredible, that was two out of this world, mind blowing orgasms in a row, incredible. I’m pretty sure every part of me is mush right now, and I don’t think I’m going to be moving any time soon.
Unless he wants to do that again. I’d move for that.
Lifting his head, he plants a soft kiss to my lips. “Be right back,” he says, gingerly sliding out of me. I whine at the sudden loss, hating the empty feeling he left behind.
Then he’s out of bed and out the door. Good lord, I hope Jordan doesn’t come walking down the hall and see her brother naked. That’s the last thing she needs. Note to self, fuck in Nate’s room going forward, not mine. At least he has his own bathroom.
When he’s back and closing the door, I prop myself up on an elbow, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t think that was a little daring? Jordan could walk out at any second.”
“She’s not home,” he says, pausing at the side of the bed in all his naked glory, a washcloth in his hand. “Her bedroom door is open and she’s not in there.”
Grabbing my calves, he gives me a good tug, causing me to yelp in surprise as I move across the bed. Then he takes a few minutes to clean me up with gentle strokes of the warm, wet cloth in his hand. When he’s done, I’m off the mattress and in his arms quicker than I can yelp, and just as quickly I’m back on it. It takes me a moment to realize that he pulled the covers down so we could slide beneath them, but when I figure it out, I laugh.
“Smooth.”
Nate grins as he climbs in beside me, pushing me over to the middle before covering us with the comforter. “I have my moments.”
“You have lots of them,” I tell him, snuggling into his side, my head resting on his chest. It’s easy to find the perfect spot against him. It feels like he was made for me to curl into him like this. “I happen to think you’re smooth even when you’re not smooth. I think it’s adorable.”
“Good. You’re the only one whose opinion matters.”
My stomach flutters, and I know my cheeks are turning pink for a reason wholly different from the physical activities from a few minutes ago. For a long time, I wasn’t allowed to have an opinion. At least not one that I could voice without suffering some kind of consequence. To hear Nate say not only did mine count, but it was the only one that mattered, makes my lip tremble.
Wrapping his arm around me, I steep in his words as he aimlessly runs his fingers up and down my arm and along my shoulder. This may have been our first time, but I feel like I’ve done this with him forever.
“Nate?” I say after a moment of silence between us.
He’s sleepy when he responds. “Yeah?”
I run a hand down his chest and over his stomach, my fingers finding the treasure trail of hair that will lead me straight to his cock. “Do we have to be anywhere at any particular time for our date?”
“Nope.”