Page 86 of For the Love of Art

“Condoms.”

Right.

“I have an IUD. I was tested after–” I stopped. Bringing up Don’s infidelity was the least sexy thing I could do right now. “Are you?”

“Clean?”

I nodded.

“Yes. I haven’t been with anyone since we met, and I’ve been tested since then,” Nathan said.

“Then I don’t see a reason to- ah!” Nathan inserted a finger, and I lost my thought.

“Bend over,” Nathan instructed.

I raised my brows. “Bend over?”

Nathan nodded. “The counter. Bend over the counter.”

I did as directed. I pressed my breasts into the cold marble, followed by my cheek. I was breathing heavily as I listened to Nathan remove his pants. Then his hands were on my back. He kissed along my spine, murmuring about how beautiful and perfect I looked.

“Nathan.” His name was breathy and full of desire.

He teased my entrance with his tip. “Yes?” He pressed into me just enough to drive me wild before pulling out again.

“Please!”

“Since you asked nicely–” Nathan slowly sank into me, and I moaned loudly. “God, keep making those noises.” He thrust in and out with a rhythm that made my legs quiver. “It’s like this pussy was made for me. Fuck, baby.”

I loved how he talked to me when he was inside me.

Nathan snaked his hand around my waist before sliding along my slit. I hissed in a breath. His fingers rubbed over my clit, and I cried out.

“Say my name,” Nathan breathed into my ear. “No, scream it. Scream my name as you cum.”

“Nathan!” I yelled as my orgasm ripped through me. My body twitched and shuddered, and I could only see stars.

Nathan growled behind me and picked up his speed. His hands gripped my waist, and they grew tighter and tighter with each thrust.

“Oh, baby. Your pussy is so tight, and warm, and wet, and fucking perfect.”

I could feel his legs tensing against mine until he let out one final groan, and his chest made contact with my back.

I ran my fingers through my wet hair as I walked down the stairs of Nathan’s house. Over the railing, I could see Nathan sitting on his couch, his left ankle crossed over his right leg, reading a book. Even doing the most mundane things, he looked sexy.

“Hey.” I sat next to him, dropping my cell phone on the coffee table.

He immediately smiled and put down his book. He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me tight against him.

He kissed my temple. “You have a nice shower?”

“The water pressure here is incredible,” I said. “I forgot shower water doesn’t have to run at a trickle. Also, this is an incredibly luxurious bathrobe. What is the thread count on this?’

Nathan chuckled. “We gotta move you somewhere nicer, baby.”

“I’ve kind of grown to love my disgusting little apartment.” I leaned my head against Nathan.

“Yes, but now that we’re together–”