Page 58 of Nathan

“A lot, I’m guessing,” I gasp.

“Let’s see.”

He presses the button, and the buzzing noise starts up again, this time with the tip of the fake penis against my clit. Oh, the sensation… so intense… so fucking amazing. I’m aware it’s weird that I’ve reached the age of twenty-two and haven’t ever used a vibrator before, but with Mom and everything, before Nate, sexual pleasure hadn’t been on the agenda.

I arch my back, moans of pleasure spilling from my lips, with all thoughts of denying him this… denying me this experience… gone.

“Let’s get you out of this dress,” Nate says.

He leaves the vibrator buzzing beside me and strips off my clothes, then undresses himself, tossing our clothes on the floor. He picks up the vibrator once more and trails it over my stomach. It tickles, and I giggle. He moves north, presses the tip to my nipple, and I don’t giggle this time.

No, I shout, “Fuck me!”

Nate bursts out laughing. “I guess we can stop worrying about being overheard now. Worst is over.”

My cheeks burn. I have no idea how I’m going to face Nate’s family in the morning. Nate, though, clearly doesn’t care because he sticks to his word. He tortures me. By the time he’s finished with Victor, I can barely recite my own name. I’ve come so many times, I’m completely wrung out, and wet? God, so wet that when Nate pushes inside me, he almost slips straight out.

I clench my core, anchoring him deep within. He groans.

“Shit, Titch, if you’re gonna clamp down on my dick so hard, I need to use that on you more often.”

I tilt my hips. “Shut up and fuck me, Nate.”

“I love it when you talk dirty,” he says, grinning against my mouth.

Then he kisses me deep, hard, using lots of tongue. I love the battery-operated help, but nothing matches the feel of Nate moving inside me. I clutch him tightly to me, feeling the muscles of his back undulate as he thrusts into me over and over again, his dirty mouth whispering filthy words in my ear with every assault of his hips.

My body builds toward climax once more. Holy fuck. How is this even possible? I peak, then crash, wave after wave of pleasure washing over me. Hot tears gather behind my closed eyes, the emotion of the moment almost tipping me over the edge. I don’t let them fall, though. I’m not sure enough in my standing with Nate to cry in front of him, especially when the tears are brought about by a sexual experience I’m not sure he can top.

I open my eyes as he comes.

His eyes are clamped shut, and a faint sheen of perspiration dampens his forehead as his lips part and his face takes on this almost ethereal euphoria. He gives a throaty groan and buries his face in my neck.

A few seconds later, he pulls out of me and flops onto his back, one hand resting on his abdomen as he catches his breath. “You kill me, Titch, but fuck if I can’t get enough.”

I lean up on my elbow. “Ditto.”

He reaches for the vibrator and waves it in front of my face. “You got over your embarrassment pretty damn quick.”

I poke him in the ribs. “Cocky bastard.”

“You love it.”

I love you.

Not again. My brain needs to take a goddamn vacation.

Time for a change of subject.

I snuggle into his side with my cheek resting on his shoulder. “I enjoyed today. Your family are wonderful.”

“Yeah.”

I twist my head so I can look at him. “I know you were annoyed with me this morning for bringing it up again, but I’ve always been a tenacious bitch. Please tell me why you hate coming here so much.”

A muscle ticks in Nate’s cheek, and his eyes stay firmly fixed on the ceiling.

“Drop it, Dex.”

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