Page 68 of Bound By Words

It wasn’t a gentle kiss, my lungs burning as he possessed my lips, his tongue thrusting into my mouth in a way that ignited my entire body. He’d been so restrained the last few days, ignoring my flirting and calmly avoiding my unsubtle advances. Almost acting like I hadn’t sucked him off on a gravel road in broad daylight on the way back from a shopping trip.

He had significantly more self-restraint than I had, but he’d reached his breaking point.

“You just have to fucking push me, don’t you?” He groaned into my neck, his fingers roughly tilting my head to the side. My hands grasped his biceps, the muscles underneath flexing as he manipulated my body, forcing me backward until my back hit the wall next to the closet door.

Nathan dropped to his knees before I could react, yanking my leggings down to my ankles and grasping my ass with his strong hands. I could barely see his face, his damp hair tickling my thighs as he leaned in, inhaling deeply.

“I want to fucking devour you.” His voice was low and rough, sending a shockwave of pure lust through my system as he made good on his threat—although it looked more like a promise. “Tongue fuck you until your legs shake.”

His fingertips grasped my hips tightly as his lips descended between my legs, his tongue doing something so deliciously obscene my knees started to quake in response, almost as if he’d willed it into fruition.

“Oh, fuck…keep going,” I panted as he lifted one of my legs, pulling it over his shoulder as he used a single long finger to penetrate me while he growled against my skin.

Even after the wedding, he’d never been this unrestrained, this wild…and as my hand found its way into his hair and pulled, I realized that maybe he was exactly what I’d been looking for.

“Don’t stop,” I moaned as his finger curled, making stars dance behind my closed eyelids. “Don’t fucking stop. Make me come.”

Nathan groaned loudly against my clit. The vibration, combined with the rasp of his beard against my skin, was too much, the heel of my foot digging into the hard muscles of his back as I clenched on his finger, spasming against his mouth that hadn’t stopped moving.

If anything, my orgasm had made him wilder, his finger going curling deeper, his teeth dragging against my overstimulated clit and making me cry out as I tugged hard on the hair grasped in my fist. It was like he was making good on his promise to punish me. But this felt too good to be any real punishment.

“Oh, oh,” I moaned, snapping my neck backward until my head hit the wall with a thump, but Nathan still didn’t stop, adding another finger and making me writhe against his hand until my entire face was numb with intense pleasure.

“Give me another one,” he growled, looking up at me from between my legs. The dim light of the flashlight made his features look menacing, and I moaned as I pushed his face back into me. I was so desperate to come I found myself pulling his hair harder as I ground myself against his mouth.

“Mmm,” he moaned, spearing me with his tongue as the fingers on my hip tightened, angling my center toward his mouth.

I couldn’t breathe as he plunged his thick fingers back in, rotating and pushing roughly until I couldn’t hold it in any longer, and I screamed, my body detonating like a live grenade.

“That’s it, fucking use me. Ride my hand, sunshine.” His voice was low and gruff, encouraging me to continue grinding against his hand as I came…and came…and came…

Until I slumped back against the wall, my hand across my quivering lips as I tried to regain any sense of equilibrium.

“You alright?” Nathan asked as he gently pulled my leg from his shoulder, holding onto my hips to keep me from slumping to the floor in a post-orgasmic puddle.

“Give me a minute,” I gasped, flailing my hand toward him.

He caught my fingers, kissing them before he stood in front of me, trailing one fingertip down my cheek and across my exposed shoulder. My loose sweatshirt had shifted during his relentless attack on me, my breast practically begging to escape.

He hadn’t been wrong earlier; I wasn’t wearing a bra, and as his finger trailed lower, my nipples strained against the thin material, dying for his touch.

“You going to listen to me next time I tell you something?” he asked, his nose trailing along the side of my face, his breath hot in my ear.

“No,” I laughed, my voice breathy and rough. “If this is what I have to look forward to when I don’t listen. Most definitely not.”

“And here I thought my sunshine was a good girl,” he breathed, his teeth scraping against my earlobe before he bit down and tugged.

“You make me want to be bad,” I moaned, grasping his damp shirt in my fist and yanking his face toward me.

“You want me to kiss you?” His voice was low and teasing. I could feel him resisting. The muscles of his neck strained as his lips hovered near mine.

“You’re going to make me beg, aren’t you?”

“Not this time,” he murmured before his lips crashed on mine.

As he kissed me roughly, sucking the oxygen from my lungs with his frantic pace, I found I wasn’t scared at the thought of him making me beg. I feared this would all fade away once the lights came back on.

NATHAN

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