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And I give her more. I curl my fingers to hit her g-spot and keep working tight slashes across her clit with my tongue as her body winds up tight.
"Just like that," she whispers, guiding me in a way that drives me wild. She's so close I can feel her muscles tightening and her trembling thighs jerk like they're going to clamp one either side of my head.
Her fingers tug at my hair and her hips tilt as she moans my name, whimpering and begging until I feel her tighten up. Her moisture floods my chin and I ease off, knowing I'll hurt her if I'm not more gentle.
"Nathan!" She's gasping, her whole body shaking as she melts into the bed.
I've never been harder in my life. I give her a quick kiss, then crawl over her. With a shy smile, she pushes on my shoulder. I move to the side and she pushes me onto my back, climbing on me in a sexy motion that has my heart slamming.
Throwing a leg over me, she winds her fingers around me, then slides down. My hands find her hips as I drink in the sight of her.
She hesitates partway, giving me a mischievous smile and I feel her body still pulsing around me.
"You're playing with fire," I warn her.
"What are you going to do about it?" she asks, giving me a sly smile.
Challenge accepted.
In a smooth motion, I lift her hips, tossing her on the bed. She lets out a squeak of surprise, as I get on my knees behind her, grab her hips, and pull her ass toward me. I bury myself deep inside her, my fingertips digging into her hips.
"Nathan!" She gasps my name, glancing at me over her shoulder before dropping her chest to the bed. I pull back and push into her, filling her over and over.
"Play with your clit," I growl.
Her hand slips under her instantly. "Good girl," I say, losing myself to her.
With every thrust, she lets out a sound of pure desire and lust, and I can't hold back. My mind slips into some primal space where filling her is the only goal and I ram home in her over and over and over again.
"You feel so good," I tell her.
Instantly, her body tightens around me, squeezing and pulsing and my body explodes with her.
"Fuck yes, you feel so good when you come all over me," I say through gritted teeth, holding her tight to me as her body goes limp.
As my body finally releases the last drop, I pull out of her, lower her to the bed, and watch her relax, thrilled with our encounter.
"I didn't hurt you, did I?" I ask, touching her shoulder.
"I liked it," she whispers.
"I'll be right back," I say, before backing off the bed and slipping into the bathroom to discard the condom. After washing my hands, I walk back out, climb into bed with her, and wrap my arms around her.
"That was amazing," I say, pressing a kiss to her temple while stroking her hair. She peeks at me over her shoulder.
"Yes, it was." Her sleepy smile tells me she's about done for, but I want to stay awake and enjoy her, protect her, guard her at her most vulnerable. I haven't forgotten why I'm here and I'll do anything to keep her safe. This sweet kitten has left a mark on me, and I imagine I'll be in even more trouble when she claws her way out of her shell.
Chapter Eighteen
Stacia
I’m over the moon – which is stupid, but true. I like Nathan and now I know he’s amazing in bed, too. Even thinking about our time has me blushing and brand new warmth begins to spread between my thighs.
We relax beside one another for a little while before deciding it's time to get up and take a shower. Under the hot water, we scrub each other down, paying careful attention to every inch of skin. I commit every detail of him to memory as I wash him down with a sudsy washcloth.
That's when it dawns on me that I haven't even been afraid what he might think of me or how he might feel about my current living situation. Sure, I was nervous when I opened the door to him. I was really nervous when I got his text that he was here. But after that, the way he kissed me, the way he held me, all those concerns just melted away and all I could think about was Nathan.
“What are you thinking about right now?” he asks, his eyes tracing me as the cloth in his hand follows the path of his gaze.
