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We’d been nothing but bubbly, giggly kisses and nervous laughter.
It was a fond memory.
Right up until it wasn’t.
Focus, Nate.
Stay in the present.
It was ten years ago. Don’t think about it.
I return my attention to her clit, circling small circles against her. Eve clasps her hands over her mouth and squeezes her eyes shut as I help myself to her taste.
Intoxicating is the only word that comes to my mind. She’s sweet, the tiniest bit salty, but every ounce addictive. I drag my tongue over her, into her. Eve stifles a high-pitched moan as I insert a finger. Her walls are warm and wet around me, tight in the best of ways.
I curl my finger slowly, deliberately dragging over her sweet spot. Her entire body shudders over and over again as I repeat the process. I keep mouthing at her clit, occasionally sucking and teasing Eve with a gentle graze of my teeth. Her breath hitches and becomes more erratic as I spur her on, the walls of her delicious pussy squeezing tighter around my finger.
“Nate,” she whimpers. “My god, Nate. I think I’m— I think I’m going to—”
She stifles a cry of pleasure as she comes, trembling with ecstasy as her walls pulse around me. Her breathing eventually evens out, her body limp with exhaustion.
“Oh my god,” she whispers. “Oh my god, Nate, that was amazing.”
I rise and lick her taste off my lips. A low chuckle escapes my chest.
“I’m just getting started.”
Chapter Six
Eve
I can’t believe this is happening.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d be the type of girl to give in to my deepest, most animalistic desires.
Nate’s phenomenal. His tongue, his fingers—it makes me wonder how often he’s done this before. He’s just so skillful that the thought naturally crosses my mind. How many women has he had in the last ten years? Who’s been satiated by his mouth and unraveled by his digits?
I don’t get a chance to spiral. My thoughts are interrupted by the sound of Nate’s fly zipping open.
I sit up straight on the edge of the exam table to watch. The massive bulge in the front of his black boxer briefs has me excited beyond belief. Nate frees himself from the confines of his clothes, and I take a second to admire his thick, long cock.
It’s just how I remember it. There are coarse, wiry black hairs at the base. Pronounced veins trail up the sides of his shaft. The head of his dick is dripping with precum, his sensitive skin red from the swelling desire.
The urge to climb off the table and drop to my knees before him is strong, but the throbbing in my legs keeps me where I am. Besides, Nate’s grip on my hips is firm, keeping me right where he wants me.
Our lips find each other like magnets, snapping together with both heat and ferocity that leaves my brain spinning. My lungs burn for air, but I don’t dare pull away. Nate’s mouth is commanding and hypnotizing. When he mouths at the line of my jaw, dragging his lips down my throat to suck at the delicate skin there, I wrap my legs around his hips and hold on for dear life.
His cock rubs up against my lips, teasing me in a way I didn’t know I wanted to be teased. He’s so close, mere inches away from entering me.
But he doesn’t.
Instead, Nate drives me wild with deep, savoring kisses. His big, strong hands squeeze at my breasts, drag all the way down the flat of my stomach toward my inner thighs. Nate touches me fervently, like a blind man intimately getting to know a fine piece of art. His fingers study my curves, the hard callouses on his palms scraping against my soft skin in the best of ways.
There’s something about Nate’s hands that drives me crazy.
I used to watch Nate play the baby grand piano in his home’s reading den. A-Ma would be busy cleaning the Winthrops’ home from top to bottom, and she’d sometimes bring me along with her to keep an eye on me.
Philip was nice enough to let me sit at the kitchen table to do my homework while I waited. Delilah Winthrop was less enthusiastic. She told me never to wander and to keep my hands in my pockets.
But when I heard the sweet melody floating down the hall, I couldn’t resist. I followed the gentle notes of the piano all the way down the hall.
The first time I met Nate, he hadn’t noticed me. It was a totally one-sided interaction, and sixteen-year-old me was fine to keep it that way.
I admired Nate’s hands from afar. They were long and slender, moving about the ivory keys with precision. I used to wonder what it would be like to have them running down the length of my throat, to work their magic inside of me.
