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While panting and devouring each other’s faces, Nate gently backs me up against the door. I press my weight against the solid oak, taking some pressure off Nate’s arms. Relieved of holding up all my weight, Nate’s hands roam over my ass, and my skirt bunches around my hips.
“I like that you’re wearing a skirt so I can play,” he rumbles against my neck. Heat pools inside my panties, and my thighs squeeze his torso as he caresses the skin of my cheeks. He talks to me as he rubs and plays, working me up. “So soft. You are two perfect handfuls. And you look good enough to eat in that dress.”
Nate’s breath catches as I squeeze my thighs tight around him and grind. “So, eat up,” I say.
“Fuck.” Nate rests his forehead against my breastbone, his labored breath over my skin, pricking my nipples. “Will you let me taste you right here? I’ve wanted it since I watched you come on my hand. I need a taste. Please.”
He doesn’t need to beg, but I’ll be honest: my body responds to the begging in a very positive way.
“Yes, Nate.” I arch my lower back off the door and thread my fingers into the hair of his nape. “Help me get these panties off.”
A low chuckle resonates in his chest, and I feel it in my thighs that wrap around him. “With pleasure, my little petal.”
Little? Really?
Slowly, he lowers me down to standing on the floor and kneels in front of me on the braided rug. The flouncy skirt has fallen down around my thighs, which distorts the view of Nate’s head as he adores my lower belly with his mouth while his hands tug my lacy undies down to my knees.
The panties stretch enough to allow Nate to part my legs as I stand there, my body vibrating with need. But they’re not quite elastic enough to give me control. Nate pauses. At first, I’m unsure what he’s up to, but then I realize he’s looking. Just looking.
“Fuck me, I can tell already you’re gonna taste so damn good, Meredith.”
“Please,” I beg, my throat tight with need and anticipation.
Just as I think my legs might give out, his hands drag up my inner thighs, and his thumbs spread my lips apart.
Nate’s tongue. Oh my god…why…how is it that I feel it everywhere?
I have to watch. Have to.
I lift my skirt and am presented with the most erotic view of my entire life. There’s so much going on, all adding to the delicious drag of his tongue, the teasing of his lips over my clit: Nate’s gorgeous head of hair nuzzling at my pelvic bone, those broad, capped shoulders pushing aside my legs. Apart from that, the low, masculine humming and savoring noises. He’s so much man to be this lost in something so small as my pussy.
As he licks and tastes and edges me closer, inch by inch, to my release, I feel that I need more.
More pressure, more contact, more…everything.
“Nate…Nate…panties off…please…please!”
When he pulls back and looks up at me, his hair is wild, his eyes are intense, and his face is flushed and slicked with my essence. “Done.” With a curious glint in his eye, he humors me, ripping my lacy panties in two, then stuffing them into his jeans pocket.
Balancing my hands on his shoulders, I prop up one leg on the side table by the front door, a little wooden key bowl clunking to the floor.
His curious gaze turns dark. “Look at you. Look at you presenting yourself to me.”
Nate presses a dragging kiss over my slicked folds, sinking one finger into my hole. He keeps saying filthy, dirty things to me, punctuating each word with a loud, wicked kiss to my core. “So…so…pretty…and all…fucking…mine…”
Every so often, I glimpse his pink tongue. My eyes roll back in my head when he suctions his mouth around my clit and teases it with his tongue. My back arches off the door, and my other foot comes up off the floor as my climax rips through me.
“Nate!”
My legs turn to jelly, and I fear collapsing against him. But my orgasm is tearing through me so fiercely that I barely grasp reality.
“I’ve got you, petal.”
Nate is on his feet, carrying me princess-style. I assume this trek leads to the bedroom. And I’m trembling all over again.
ChapterSeventeen
Nate
