Page 102 of For the Love of Art

I squealed again as we rushed out of the kitchen into a dining room with a large oak table and velvet chairs.

“This is pretty,” I said, trying to take the room in, but Nathan was clearly on a mission.

We were out of the room before I could see anything else, and in a grand looking foyer with large curved stairs that he carried me up and then into the largest master bedroom I’d ever been in. Despite saying we’d just have sex once and then go to the beach, we never did make it to the beach.

My eyes groggily opened. They still felt heavy with sleep, but I blinked a few times in an attempt to force myself awake.

The light had begun to fade. I sat up and looked out the large French doors in front of Nathan’s bed. I could see the ocean. I looked over at Nathan, who still slept peacefully. I slid out of bed, grabbed my dress off the floor, and pulled it over my head before going outside.

Waves crashed into the sand, releasing their salty scent. Coastal birds laughed, “ha-ha-ha,” as they circled.

“What are you doing out here, baby?”

I looked over my shoulder to see Nathan approaching. He wrapped his arms around my waist, burying his face in my neck.

“I never got a chance to see the view.”

I let my head fall back into his shoulder as Nathan planted kisses along my neck and shoulder. He moved his hand up my waist and over my breasts before pushing down the fabric of my dress, exposing me.

“Nathan,” I breathed. “We shouldn’t do this out–”

“Shh,” Nathan hushed me as he played with my nipple, bringing it to a peak. “No one is here. Look around.”

We were alone.

It felt strange.

I was used to a constant flow of people, yet it was just Nathan and me out here.

“I love this dress.” Nathan nipped my ear as his other hand worked to bring the bottom of my dress up. He groaned when he realized not only was I not wearing a bra, but I also didn’t have any panties on. He reached between my legs and ran his fingers along my already wet folds. I whimpered. “Fuck. You’re soaked.”

“Yes.” I wasn’t sure if I was saying yes to his comment or because the way he was rubbing me felt so damn good.

“You feel so good on my hand,” he growled in my ear. He moved his fingers so they rubbed over my clit, and I cried out.

My mind was spinning. I wanted him, but I didn't feel safe regardless of how secluded we were out here.

“Take me to the bedroom,” I said breathlessly. “Fuck me in the bedroom.”

Nathan brought me back into the bedroom but didn’t bend me over the bed like I expected. He spun me so I was facing him, and that’s when I noticed he hadn’t put on any clothes before coming out. He pulled my dress up and over my head, wetting his lips as he stepped back and looked me up and down.

“You’re gorgeous,” he said, like every person in the world made the same observation about me.

He sat in a chair beside the balcony door and leaned back, running his finger along his lower lip.

“What are you thinking?” I asked.

I slowly brought my arms up to wrap around myself, but Nathan quickly said, “Don’t. Please. Don’t cover yourself. You’re fucking beautiful.” He gestured to his lap. “Look what you do to my cock just standing there.”

My cheeks flushed. “You still didn’t answer my question.”

A smile played across Nathan’s lips. “I was wondering how you fuck yourself.”

My jaw dropped slightly. “What I do when I… fuck… myself?” I swallowed as I tried to figure out what he meant- what he wanted.

He nodded. “Yeah. I want you to show me.”

I chuckled nervously, now wrapping myself in comfort despite his desire for me not to. “I can’t do that.”