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“Having fun?” he asks.
“Clothes,” I pant. “Off.”
“What’s the magic word?”
I thread my fingers through his short hair. “Now.”
Nate moves with purpose, stripping out of his shirt and pants with a fluidity and speed that leaves even me jealous. Maybe in another life, Nate would have made a wonderful dancer.
He certainly has the body for it.
I drag my lips down his stomach, kissing every single one of his chiseled abs. I fully intend to keep going, his hard, throbbing cock standing at full attention for me. But before I get the chance, Nate puts his hands on me and lifts me up.
“Do I even weigh anything to you?” I laugh.
He shakes his head and smiles. “Not even a little.”
The heat of his skin against mine reminds me of the warmth of an open fire, contained and comforting and inexplicably beautiful. Nate presses against me so my back’s flat against the bed, already moving to part my legs.
I’m more than aware of how wet and eager I am for him. One glance at his swollen cock has me trembling for him, an overwhelming need wiping all common sense from my mind. I can only focus on the now, on this private moment between us as he presses into me slowly. I’m able to take him deeper, my pussy opening wide for him and him alone.
This time, the sex is different. There’s no frantic rush, no awkwardness at all.
Nate moves slowly, gives me time to savor everything about him. I run my hands over his muscular arms, his hard chest, reach down to grab his ass as he snaps his hips into me.
It amazes me just how quickly we fall into a comfortable rhythm together.
Lips lock, fingers intertwine.
We’re a perfect fit.
Pleasure pools deep within my core, building with an intensity that threatens to drown me. All I can do is cling to Nate like a lifeline as I climax, moaning his name dreamily as I clamp down around his cock. My back arches as waves of ecstasy rock through me, leaving every muscle trembling.
Nate’s not quite finished, continuing to thrust into me at a steady pace. The sounds of his grunts as he moves drive me wild. Never in my life have I heard anything so sexy.
I wrap my legs around him and dig my heels into his ass, trying to get him to go even deeper. I’m already completely spent, exhaustion leaving my very bones shaking, but I hang on for dear life.
In a few weeks’ time, we’ll have to part ways. There’s no telling if or when we’ll ever meet again. But here in Nate’s arms, I don’t dwell on the past. I don’t think about the future. All that matters is that we’re here now.
This is more than enough.
It has to be.
Nate pulls out and finishes himself with a shaky hand, coming back down to pepper light kisses into my hairline. We stare into each other’s eyes, too satiated to find any words to speak.
The digital clock on Nate’s bedside table glows in bright neon green: 6:27 a.m.
I have to get going soon. Class starts at seven, and I don’t want to be late. Miss Helen likes to come up with fun ways to embarrass stragglers, so there’s even more motivation for me to be on time.
But my body’s tangled up in the warm bedsheets, Nate lying beside me with his head resting in the crook of my arm. He’s fast asleep, snoring softly.
I play with his hair, pushing back strands so I can truly take in the masterpiece that is his face. He really grew into those ears of his, and the freckles he used to have across the bridge of his nose have since faded into obscurity.
Nate frowns when he sleeps. I think it’s funny how he’s so serious, even when dreaming. I run the pad of my thumb across his knotted brow in an attempt to smooth it out, but he goes right back to frowning. He mumbles occasionally, though his words are nonsensical.
Maybe he’s arguing with someone in his dream.
He’s surprisingly cute for a twenty-eight-year-old man. I’d normally never describe someone his age as ‘cute,’ but it makes sense in my head. Everything about him is softer, more innocent, when his walls are completely down. The fact that he’s let me in, trusts me enough to let me stay the night—it fills me with a wonderful warmth and contentment.
I drink in the details of his face before finally finding the willpower to pull away.
I need to get going.
Maybe I’ll leave him another note.
I collect my clothes from off the floor and get dressed as quietly as possible. I’ve got some spare dance clothes in my locker at the academy, so if I hurry, I can probably get changed before any of my classmates realize I’m still in my clothes from yesterday. While I’m at it, I should probably text A-Ma to let her know I’m all right.
