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“You know…” He rolls onto his side and nods to the end of the bed again.
“Still not following.” I lean forward and kiss the good side of his neck.
He moans and threads his fingers through my short hair and presses me closer. “That feels good.”
I hum in response and tease his flesh with my tongue. He tastes so good. He always tastes good.
“Lower,” he whispers and I press a kiss to his left peck, before nibbling it with my teeth. His body shudders and his hand starts pushing gently at my head. “Lower.” Smiling against his skin, I move to his nipple and run my tongue around the hard nub. “Christ,” he bites out through clenched teeth. “Lower.”
I move down to his perfect abs, tracing each line with my tongue like Pac-Man around a maze. He moans again, his breath coming out in shallow pants.
“Lower.”
I circle his belly button, tracing the thin, dark line of hair that leads down to his boxers, which I slide down with both hands, freeing his hardened length.
“Lower,” he breathes, putting more pressure on my head.
I kiss over his hip bone, leaving a shiny trail with my tongue as I go. He jerks when I suck on the sensitive skin in the dip of his groin. I feel his length throb against my cheekbone and smile. He’s never let me take complete control like this.
It’s fun, definitely fun.
I want to make him feel good.
“Do that thing you do with your tongue,” he whispers on a choked breath as I tease the sack beneath his length with my lips. “Gwen… stop teasing.”
“Nuh-uh.” I continue torturing his skin, using the pads of my fingers to massage his thigh.
“Open.”
I giggle, eliciting a growl from him. It soon stops when he moves my head away from him and pushes his cock against my lips. “Open.”
My womb quivers and I clench down below, instantly becoming wet when his heated length slides over my tongue and straight to the back of my throat. He hisses out a long breath, his thumb stroking my cheekbone almost soothingly.
My fingers tickle the inside of his thigh as my cheeks hollow with each long pull.
“Christ,” he groans, his body giving a jerk that ripples through his muscles and makes his legs tense. “Faster.”
It’s hard going faster when you’re lying on your side with your legs hanging off the end of the bed so I slide onto the floor, my knees holding me up. Nathan, being careful of the wound on his back, shuffles his hips forward desperately.
I almost regret taking this position, because the width of his cock is almost too large to fit in my mouth. I tilt my head and swallow him whole, making him grasp my head desperately and pump his hips back and forth.
“Gwen,” he mumbles, his hand holding my head still as he vanishes into his own world. “Gwen.” He says, louder this time, his voice a choked cry. “Don’t stop,” he adds almost desperately, thrusting hard into my mouth, but fortunately not deep enough to make me gag.
I wrap my hand around him and peek up at his face. His eyes, which were clenched shut, open the second my eyes peer at him. His pupils, almost fully dilated, stare into mine. They close again and his entire body shudders and shakes.
Thrusting two more times, he spends himself into my mouth. It shocks me at first. I’ve never done this part before and it also shocks me because he’s allowing me to do this for him. Whenever we got this close before, he’d push me away and take my body instead.
But then again, he was trying to get me pregnant. Now that he’s succeeded, I suppose it doesn’t matter where it goes.
I shouldn’t think like that though. Nathan has always been weird when it comes to climaxing and I’ve forgiven him for his deception. Well… almost. It still hurts that he’d do that, but almost dying, almost losing him, almost losing us, I guess it forces other things to the surface that are so much more important.
It’s done; it’s too late to change and I’m not getting angry with a man who chose to die with me rather than leave me to die alone. Maybe I’m over dramatizing it all, but that’s how it felt.
I love him.
I’ll do anything for him and now I know that he’ll do anything for me.
When his body stops trembling from his climax, I swallow, waiting for him to soften in my mouth, not really thinking about it as I do. He taps me on the head and then pats the bed beside him.
Climbing up, I settle myself against his chest, kissing his throat while feeling his heart beating beneath my palm.
“Tell me you love me,” he mutters and places a gentle kiss on the end of my nose.
