Page 69 of Burn Point

Nate dipped low, dragging the hem of my skirt up my legs, his fingers sliding up my skin in a long slow tantalizing caress, while his mouth left a trail of kisses across my shoulder.

“Fuck, Jordan. You are perfect.” He slanted his mouth over mine, his tongue diving in to tangle with mine.

I made a useless needy noise and shifted, raising a leg to wrap around his hips. Now that I’d decided to move forward with sleeping with Nate, my body was ready. Throbbing in heady anticipation. Being pressed to every hard line of his body wasn’t enough.

Reaching between us, I unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down, shoving my hands inside and taking his hard length in my hands. I’d been waiting for this, fantasizing over being with him, for so long, that now that it was happening, I wanted to both savor every second of it, and jump him immediately.

He groaned, his hips thrusting sharply against me, his hands diving into my hair where he gripped and tugged my head back.

“I had plans for doing this right the first time,” he growled. I kind of loved that I was making him lose control.

“This isn’t right?” I ran my thumb over the tip of him, and then pressed him down, sliding his rock-solid heat through my wet folds. “Feels right to me,” I gasped. Just a little more and he’d be inside of me.

“Hold on,” he gasped, letting go of me and dropping his forehead to mine.

I groaned my disagreement. “What now?” I all but whined. If he didn’t hurry up and drive into me, I was going to have to tackle him to the floor.

He lifted his head, his chest heaving with every breath. “Condom, greedy girl. That’s all.”

“Hurry.”

Nate picked me up, strode into his bedroom and tossed me on the bed. Just like he’d dropped me in Pearl. I smiled in anticipation because there would be no interruption this time. But maybe, I could have some fun with him.

I scooted up the bed, reclining on his stacked pillows as he opened the drawer on the bedside table. Catching my lower lip with my teeth, I made sure his eyes were on me, then trailed my skirt up my leg to my hip, before letting my legs fall open. His muscles flexed as he peeled his jeans off, gripping himself as his blistering gaze roamed my body. He was so beautiful standing there, hair mussed, chest heaving. Reaching for me, he spun me by the hips, so that he could kneel between my thighs.

The open mouth kisses he trailed from my knee up my inner thigh, nipping and biting, teasing left me a writhing whimpering mess. He blew softly across the quivering bundle of nerves at my core, and my hands flew to grip his hair, trying to pull him to where I needed him most. I was so close. So ready to feel him inside me.

My hips rose off the bed, seeking his mouth. “Nate, please.”

“What do you need, baby?”

“You.”

His tongue brushed over my folds, working my clit, then he latched on, sucking hard. My hips shot off the bed, chasing the perfect angle. One long finger slid over my crease, then he eased it inside me in one slow, controlled movement that drove me wild. My orgasm blasted over me, as he added a second finger, continuing to work my body, wringing every last ounce of pleasure from me.

“Fuck, look at you.” He growled from between my legs. “You are so beautiful. Is this what you imagined I was doing all those nights we spent together on the phone?”

He pushed the dress up higher, exposing my bare breasts. Leaning up, he sucked a nipple into his mouth, while his fingers pressed deep within me.

“Oh my God, Nate, I need— “

When he pulled away, I popped my eyes open to see him dragging his shirt over his head. “I know what you need.”

I sat up, running my hands over his solid chest, down the ribbed muscles of his abs, to grip him, guiding him to my mouth.

Holding him at the base I licked up his length, dragging my tongue around the head, before sinking my mouth onto him.

“Oh Jesus, that feels good,” he rasped.

I sucked hard as I withdrew, pushing his jeans down at the same time.

His hand cupped the back of my neck, twisting and tugging at the tie of my dress. Giving up, he reached down and just pulled the whole thing off over my head, dislodging my mouth. I grabbed him and lay back, pulling him on top of me.

“Quit messing around, Nate. I want you. Inside me. Now.”

He raised an eyebrow at me. “My, my, so bossy. Who knew you had a little mini-domme side.”

I smirked and flipped us over so I was on top.

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