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I forgot how satisfying it is to make this girl happy.
I press a quick, hard kiss to her mouth. She has one leg still sheathed in her leggings and boot, the other completely bare, allowing me just enough access to her center to get the job done.
She’s completely disheveled now, from her wild eyes to her swollen lips and bare pussy. Everything about this encounter is messy and lewd and urgent, and it hits me how aware I am of that urgency. The whispery feel of her eager breath on my skin. The rush of blood inside my veins that tightens the coil low in my stomach. The dissonance between the cold air around us and the heat between us.
I get on my knees, grunting at the bite of the concrete on my kneecaps, and hike her bare leg over my shoulder. I look up to see her lips are parted and her eyes are hazy, and she’s watching me as she runs a hand gently through my hair.
“You’re unbelievably gorgeous,” she murmurs.
“Not as gorgeous as you,” I reply, looking down at her pussy. “You’re fucking beautiful, Milly.” And I’ve never stopped fucking loving you.
Ducking my head, I lick her slit, back to front, my tongue lingering on her clit. She’s soaking wet, so soft and swollen she has my dick begging for mercy.
I open my mouth and kiss her clit, lapping at it with the flat of my tongue. She shudders, falling forward a little off the wall, and I put my right hand on her stomach to hold her steady while I eat her pussy.
“Nathaniel,” she breathes, trailing her fingernails over my scalp as her hips begin to roll, seeking release.
Something inside me catches at the endearment. I suck on her clit and I listen to her moans. I lick inside her entrance and feel her pussy flutter against my tongue. Goddamn, not sixty seconds in, and she’s ready to come.
I did this.
She feels this way for me.
I tease her clit with the tip of my tongue, and her knee buckles. I grab her by the hips, catching her, and her hands move to my shoulders, her grip almost painful.
I kiss her deeply, thoroughly, and I know when her orgasm hits because she digs her nails into my skin and cries out, going still. I’m scared someone might hear us, but not scared enough to shush her. I lick inside her entrance again so I can feel the pulses there, a tightness I imagine milking my dick to completion.
“Oh,” she breathes at last, “my God.”
She opens her eyes and looks at me, chest rising and falling as she struggles to catch her breath. Everything inside me vibrates when a huge, toothy smile of satisfaction breaks out across her face.
“Good?” I ask.
She bites her lip. “So good.” Working her fingers through my hair again, she gives it a gentle tug. “Your turn.”
I can only stare at her, throat tight. After everything I’ve put this woman through, everything I’ve done, she still wants to take care of me the way I took care of her.
My balls tighten even as I shake my head. “I’m all right. Here, let’s get your pants back on—”
“Nate.” She frowns. “I’m not leaving you like this.”
“But I left you.”
Her eyes search mine for several beats, and I wish I could tell what she was thinking. “I’ve tried for years to hate you,” she whispers, smoothing the back of her knuckle over my jawline. “But I can’t.”
I close my eyes against the rush of emotion that fucking knuckle makes me feel. Her touch is gentle, reverent, like she’s worried I’ll break if she’s not careful.
Maybe she’s not too far off from the truth.
“You should hate me,” I reply. “I deserve it.”
I don’t know what else to say, so I help Milly put herself to rights, the silence between us swelling with feeling.
When she’s fully dressed, I get to my feet one leg at a time, cursing when I feel a stab of pain in my right knee. Milly immediately bends down to help me, hooking her elbows underneath my armpits to help me up.
“I’m all right,” I repeat, heart twisting nonetheless at her concern. I was the caretaker in my house growing up, especially after Mom died. As far back as I can remember, I looked after Dad and Silas. I tried to help Mom as much as I could because no one else did, even when she was sick.
I was on my own to get my needs met.
Then Milly comes around, and suddenly, I had someone in my life who actually gave a shit about me. She took care of me in a way no one ever had before. It was bewildering in the best way possible.
She’s taking care of me now, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t feel really fucking nice.
