Page 70 of Release Me

Time to bask in the moments of connection we’ve been running from for so long.

We’re in one now. A moment. And unlike all the other times we found ourselves wrapped up in each other, Nadia is right here with me and she shows no signs of wanting to leave.

I slip my hands under her back and flip us over, so she’s on top. The sudden shift surprises Nadia, but she doesn’t miss a beat. As soon as my back hits the headboard, she’s on me. Her arms around my neck, her long legs on either side of my body, a life ruining arch to her back as she pushes her ass into my hands and slides onto my dick.

“Fuck, Nadia.”

She smirks, tangling her hands in my hair and crushing her lips to mine so the moans rolling off of her tongue can meet the ones breaking free from my chest. My hands go from her ass to her head, removing her scarf and bonnet in one fell swoop, so when she throws her head back and tosses a moan into the air, her wild tresses are free. They flow around her shoulders and cover her breasts, the blunt ends tickling my stomach every time she grinds down on me.

“Sebastian,” she cries, sinking her teeth into her lower lip. It’s meant to be a warning, but I already know what’s coming. I can tell by the way her walls begin to pulse around my shaft, by the way her movements become faster and less fluid.

She’s going to come.

“I got you.” My hands go to her waist, gripping tight to hold her in place while I take control of the rhythm. “I’ll always have you, precious. You don’t have to be afraid to let go.”

I thrust up into her over and over again, and every stroke makes my balls slap her ass. Nadia’s eyes roll back into her head, and her neck arches, the muscles in her throat straining as she screams my name. Falling apart with so much force and beauty that it leaves me no choice but to surrender to the pleasure building at the base of my spine. I come with a groan that Nadia steals from the air with greedy lips that cover mine, pulling me into a kiss that lasts for all of five seconds before it’s interrupted by a rumbling in her stomach.

She breaks the kiss and gives me a sheepish smile. “I think I might be hungry.”

“Might be?” I drop a quick peck on her lips, unable to resist the urge to taste her again. “It’s sounding more like a definitely.”

“Shut up!” She shoves my shoulder, trying to look upset even though there’s happiness radiating off of her in waves. “You’re the one who didn’t feed me.”

“That was your fault. You were the one staring at my lips.”

“You could have waited until after I ate to notice.”

“Oh, so now I’m in trouble for paying attention?”

“No,” she says quietly, shaking her head. “I like that you pay such close attention to me.”

Nadia is one of the most guarded people I know, so these random moments of vulnerability are rare. I try not to make such a big deal out of them, but it’s hard to appear unaffected by it when I’m still inside of her.

My thumbs rub tiny half circles on her sides. “What else do you like that I do?”

She twists her lips to the side, trying to appear thoughtful. “How about I tell you after you feed me?”

Her need for food is emphasized by another long growl from her stomach, so I have no choice but to concede.

“Fine.” I reach over and grab my phone off the nightstand, checking the time. “If we leave now, we can make it to my parents’ house in time for brunch.”

“I thought you guys did dinner on Sundays.”

The observation comes just as she’s lifting off my dick, and the slow drag of her warmth over my stubborn erection temporarily steals my ability to put together a coherent thought. It doesn’t return until Nadia is standing next to the bed looking at me with furrowed brows.

“We try to,” I say, sliding to the edge of the bed and pulling her close because I can’t seem to let her go. “But it changes from week to week, and today Mom wanted to do brunch instead of dinner.”

Her breath hitches when my mouth closes over one of her nipples. “And you want me to come?”

It physically pains me to pull away from her, but I do so because I know she needs verbal confirmation more than anything else. When she revealed to me yesterday that she felt like I didn’t want her at my parents’ house, it broke something inside of me. Finding out that something I had said or done made her feel unwanted even for a second didn’t sit right with my soul.

“I want you with me whereever I go, Nadia.”

For a second I think she’s going to cry again because her lip starts to wobble but then it changes, shifting into an expression of pure joy. “Only you could make a brunch invite sound like a request for a lifetime commitment.”

“We already have one of those, precious.” I smack her ass, hoping the sting will distract her from the severity coating my words. From the way they try to tell her that our bond is set in stone, etched into the very fabric of time. It was created the day we met in the lobby of Cerros, substantiated by the friendship we’ve built over time, and consummated last night with hours of love making that was about nurturing our emotional connection as much as our physical one.

“Sebastian!” She yelps, her face scrunched up in an expression that’s a cross between arousal and pain. “That hurt, you ass!”

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