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He knew where I was going, I could see it in his eyes. He wanted it just as badly as he wanted me. I picked up one of his hands and licked his index finger. Biting gently, I swirled my tongue around the tip. He grinned, ready for more.
I pushed his pants down, releasing his hand so that he could help me. Together, we made short work of two of the last remaining obstacles in our path: his pants and his underwear. I moved them to the side. Taking hold of his waist, I framed his massive manhood, examining it before beginning my descent.
He was at full attention, the swollen head pointed in my direction. I lowered myself onto my knees between his legs, inching down the mattress until my head was in the right position. Gripping the thing by the base, I guided it to my lips. Kissing softly at first, I began to lick from bottom to top like a giant lollipop.
He groaned, attempting to be patient while I teased him in the worst way possible. I leaned back and blew a stream of cold air onto his heated shaft, following it up with more gentle licks. I felt his abdominal muscles contract and expand, and I knew I was doing the right things. Opening my mouth, I slid his tool all the way in, closing my lips around him.
Filling myself up with his rod, I sucked deeply, eliciting another moan from him. He put his hand on the back of my head, not holding me down, but just guiding me forward. After a long stretch just feeling him at the back of my throat, I began to move. Gliding up and down, I swallowed and then released him, urging him toward the promised goal.
Each time he split my tonsils, I relished his weight. And each time I pressed my lips to his head, I marveled at the smoothness of his helmet. Driving down again and again, I brought myself to the brink. I felt my inner landscape grow wet and hot with desire. He was all that I needed, and I had him right where I wanted him.
He urged me to move faster, and I obeyed, bobbing up and down like a sex toy. I almost brought myself to climax. Even without his meat between my thighs, the sensations were unworldly. I wanted him to cum, wanted to taste the salty spray and feel the satisfaction of a job well done. But he grasped me by the arms and lifted me up, detaching his cock from my lips.
I panted heavily, lusting after his unfinished business. He didn’t pause in his quest, pushing me onto my hands and knees above the pillow. He pulled my underwear down, tossing it behind him as he got into position.
Standing on his knees behind me, he guided his flesh toward my opening. I felt the blunt end of his stick pressing against my flower. He circled my clit, egging me on, teasing me with the knowledge that I would soon be full.
I dug my fingers into the blankets, clawing my way to victory. He struck a moment later, digging himself in deep. One moment I was lonely and aching, and the next I was complete. I felt him enter as a wave of pressure washed over me, its triumph filling me and surrounding me at the same time.
He gripped my hips, thrusting himself into place. I moaned, tossing my head around. My hair bounced against my shoulders as he lunged forward and back, beating me into submission. I opened as wide as I could, leaning back into the onslaught. It felt so good. Every stroke was a masterpiece, every whack of my bare bottom a delight.
The tension dissolved within my core, as Nate planted a seed of new growth. He took me away to a better place, driving out the demons of fear and despair. I needed him to cum. I was fast approaching my own orgasm, and I wanted him to peak alongside me. I held on as long as I could, denying myself the one thing that my body screamed out for. But it was too late. I was already flying.
I felt myself leave my body, soaring high above the house, up into the stars. Nate had given me wings, and I used them to glide around paradise, learning all there was to know about life’s magical moments. From way down on earth, I felt Nate plunge into me, beating his way toward conclusion. He paused a moment later, emptying his load, splitting me in two with his love.
I floated lazily back to reality, finding myself still crouched on the bed, Nate’s dick between my legs. He lowered himself on top of me, exhausted and content. We fell down to the mattress together, nestling softly above the blankets.
He pulled me close, wrapping an arm around my chest. I lay there sleepily, enjoying the aftermath. This was where I belonged and I knew it. I was going to enjoy myself for as long as I was physically able to do so. It was wrong to fall in love with my boss, but we were past all that already. Nate was in my heart. He was in my mind, and he had been in my body.
I forgot all about Marcus and why I was supposed to be afraid. It didn’t seem to matter what brought us together, only that we were joined in the same bedroom, in the same bed, in each other’s arms. For the first time in a long time, I drifted off to sleep, knowing that I was safe. Nothing could hurt me as long as Nate was there. And I hoped he would always be there, as long as we both should live.
Chapter 25
Nate
I didn’t have the vocabulary to tell Ava how I felt. I thought I said it pretty well with actions. I liked her a lot, I maybe even loved her. Not that I would say such a thing. Emotions weren’t my strong suit, and I kept my heart well camouflaged behind layers of competence and business acumen.
She stayed with me for a week, and while I thought it was just the beginning of a long-term relationship, apparently she was just biding time. My mother showed up one afternoon to tell Ava that she found a new apartment.
I pulled the woman into my office to berate her. “Why would you tell her that?” I demanded.
“She deserves to know,” Mom answered, looking shocked by my reaction. “I figured she might be looking for a place of her own by now.”
“It didn’t occur to you that I might enjoy having her live with me?” I snarled.
“I’m not talking about you,” Mom replied, even tempered as always. “This is Ava’s decision.”
“If you didn’t offer her a new apartment, she wouldn’t have to choose,” I said, regaining my composure.
“Then consider yourself lucky,” Mom shot back. “If she wants to stay with you, you’ll know.”
I turned away. I didn’t want to give Ava a choice. Did that make me a bastard? Thinking through it, I realized that I had to at least let her know that there was an apartment available. But I hoped she would decline the invitation.
To my shock and horror, she did not. She looked pleased that she would finally be able to get out on her own. I bit down on my bottom lip, feeling my control over the situation slip away. Why had my mother decided it was up to her to get involved? Why had Ava chosen to leave? I realized that I might be reading too much into it, but I couldn’t help myself.
This was the first time in a long time that I felt a connection to another person. All the women before Ava had been one-night stands or friends with benefits. I didn’t have what I considered to be a real relationship.
Maybe it was because of my father. Maybe it was because I saw the way things played out with my mother, and I learned that women were either sex objects or doormats. I didn’t like to think of my mother that way, but that’s what it seemed.
