Given the way we'd torn off our clothes, grabbing at each other in our desperation to get exactly where we were, I figured the sex would be fast and rough. I was wrong. Completely, blissfully, wrong. Nash didn't fuck me. This wasn't sex. It was worship.
Shifting to his side, Nash released my hands, leading them to the headboard of my bed. "Right here," he said, pressing them into pillows. "Don't move, or I'll stop."
I didn't have a chance to ask, "Stop what?"
He slid down my body, slowly. So slowly, I was dizzy with it. His mouth led the way, tasting me everywhere. The sensitive spot where my neck met my shoulder. The dip of my collarbone. The outer curve of my right breast. By the time he got to my nipple I was trembling with pent up need. I may have begged, just a little, when I could get my breath.
Nash only said, "Don't rush me."
I couldn't help it. He lavished attention on my breasts, each suck of his lips going straight to my pussy, bolts of pleasure that sent my head spinning. Still, he wasn't done, inching lower and lower until his mouth found my clit and the first orgasm exploded through me, leaving me gasping.
I definitely begged. It didn't do me any good. Nash tasted me, exploring every fold, finding each nerve ending and playing me like an instrument until I was limp and hoarse from crying out my pleasure. Only then did he push his way inside, the stretch of him against my swollen tissues almost painful. I welcomed it, welcomed him.
I hadn't planned to say it yet. Hadn't thought I was sure. But I was. He moved inside me in deep, slow thrusts, his fingers again twined with mine, his cheek pressed to my own. "I love you," I breathed, unable to keep the truth from him any longer. "I love you, Nash. I love you."
I couldn't stop saying it. Couldn't stop any of it. I didn't want to. I only wanted more. More of Nash. More of this glorious freedom to touch and love and be together. I came again, this time bringing him with me, welcoming the liquid heat of him inside me, his body covering mine, our legs tangled, his breath in my ear.
When we could move, he pulled me from the bed and into the shower, just long enough to rinse off before tucking both of us beneath the cool sheets. I fell asleep with the strong beat of his heart beneath my ear, knowing for the first time what love felt like in physical form. What it meant to be cherished.
I woke not long after dawn, the light pale and thin through the crack in the curtains. We both had busy days planned, and Tyler was in the house. I didn't care about any of it. Not quite yet. Instead of getting up and starting my day, I stretched against Nash, stroking up his body, delighting in the rise of his cock to my hand. Closing my fingers around his length, I whispered, "You awake?"
"That depends. If I am, are you going to stop?"
"Definitely not."
"Then yes, I'm awake."
Pushing the covers back, I rose to my knees and straddled Nash, leaning in to nip at his jaw. His cock rose to press against me, but I didn't take him inside. I had some cherishing of my own to do. "It's my turn," I said, raising up just enough to roll my hips, stroking his cock with heat and the gathering moisture between my legs.
Nash's hands closed over my hips, holding on, his eyes wide. I rolled my hips again, sliding my palms up my torso slowly, rounding my breasts, squeezing and lifting them, pinching my nipples and sending sparks through my entire body.
"Holy shit," he said, wonder suffusing his face. He started to move his hands from my hips. My fingers closed around his wrists.
"No." I wasn't sure who I was teasing more, me or Nash. I wasn't sure it mattered. Every nerve in my body hummed for him. I'd had a vague plan for more, to explore his body the way he'd explored mine. I didn't have Nash's discipline. Guiding his cock inside me, I took him to the hilt, and started to move.
I didn't last long. Nash tilted his hips, changing my position just enough for his mouth to find my breast and I was coming with a cry of surprised pleasure. Before it was done he flipped us, changing the rhythm with a hard thrust that set my clit to throbbing all over again. I closed my hands over his shoulders and hung on for the ride.
After, I rolled to the side, my hand finding his, and panted for breath, my heart pounding so loud it drowned out everything but the sound of our breathing. I'd planned to get up, but I turned into Nash and dozed, my head on his shoulder, his fingers tangling in my hair, the gentle tugging lulling me to sleep.
Later, I heard, "I have a meeting in ten minutes."
I let that sink in slowly. A meeting? A meeting that was with my brothers. And Hope. And if he was late... "What time is it?" I asked, my words slurred and drowsy.
"Almost nine," Nash answered, amusement in his voice.
"Almost nine," I repeated. Then again, as it hit me, "Almost nine!"
I jerked up, dragging the covers off us, and bolted for the bathroom. "I have a meeting in ten minutes, too. And it's at the cottage," I wailed. Not only would I miss my coffee, it would take more than ten minutes to get cleaned up, dressed, and over to the cottage.
Nash appeared in the door of the shower, leaning against the frame, watching me wash with lazy eyes. "A meeting with who?"
"Billy Bob and the electrician." I debated washing my hair. I didn't have time. I shoved my head under the spray, anyway. I hadn't bothered to wash it when I'd been in here the night before, and I had sex hair. Sex hair times two. I was not meeting with Billy Bob and the electrician with poorly disguised sex hair. I'd rather be late.
"I don't want you leaving the house or going anywhere alone. Not with Tyler here," Nash said in a suspiciously even tone.
I heard his words, but I couldn't have understood him. Not leave the house? I had a long list of things to get done so the cottage could stay on schedule. Rinsing the last of the conditioner from my hair, I looked at Nash, ignoring his ridiculous pronouncement. "Do you want the shower?"
With a grunt, he took my place under the hot spray, his eyes on me as I bent over to wrap my hair in a towel. Despite everything we'd done together, I blushed. I flew through brushing my teeth and took a second to text Billy Bob, letting them know I was running late.
