“How do you want me to fuck you?” He repeated, his voice low while his hot breath washed over my nape. His fingers continued their slow assault on my clit, and I pressed my hips back into his. He was so hard. I wasn’t sure why he was torturing both of us like this.
“Hard,” I exhaled, arching backward as his teeth clenched on the back of my neck. I’d never been bitten before, but I liked how it made me feel. Wild and a little out of control.
“Take off your clothes,” he commanded, slowly dragging his hands away from my needy flesh.
I slowly pulled my shirt over my head in a daze, looking over my shoulder at Nathan. He was pushing the cushions from the couch together, laying my comforter over the top and tucking it under the sides.
Shimmying my leggings down, I held onto the edge of the table to pull them free, turning to face him.
“So fucking sexy,” he growled as he looked over at me, his eyes greedily taking their fill of my bare body. He tilted his head toward the floor, raising an eyebrow. “Crawl.”
My breath caught at the simple command, somehow knowing this was what he’d be like in a scene. Commanding stares, arched brows, deep voice that made me want to do whatever he asked.
Dropping to my hands and knees, I started to crawl in his direction, arching my back like he’d done when he was forced to crawl during one of my turns earlier in the evening. Unknowingly, this entire evening had been training me for this moment.
“Lie down on your back.” He nodded toward the makeshift bed, his hands falling to the hem of his shirt. As I reclined against the warm comforter, I watched the shadows dance across his lean torso as the skin was revealed, my eyes lingering on how his neck was flushed.
They didn’t stay there for long as he began to push his sweats down his hips, his hard cock springing free. His movements were predatory as he finished disrobing and slowly climbed over the top of me. He grasped my fingers and raised them above my head as one muscular thigh settled between mine.
“You’re gorgeous,” he whispered as he kissed my jaw, barely touching me. But the feeling of his coarse chest hair slowly scraping against my sensitive breasts had me arching toward him. “So responsive to my touch.”
“Yes,” I exhaled as the kisses trailed south, his mouth floating down my skin before he captured one nipple, his large hand cupping my breast as he sucked it into his mouth, biting down hard enough that I cried out.
“That’s right, let me hear you,” he growled as he freed his other hand from mine, leaving me arching into his rough touches as he kneaded my flesh and drove me into a frenzy. “Show me who owns this body. It’s mine now. You’re fucking mine, sunshine.”
Gasping, I cried out, my voice hoarse when his lips trailed down my stomach, teasing the skin along my hips before he zeroed in on where I was aching for him. His teeth nipped at my clit as his fingertips played in the moisture at my entrance. I never needed to worry about it not being enough with him because he had me practically dripping.
“So needy,” he cooed as I ground my hips against his fingers. “Does my girl need something more?”
“Yes,” I hissed as he teased me with his barely-there touches. He was getting me so wound up that I had difficulty concentrating on anything other than the need to come.
“Tell me,” he commanded. “Tell me what you want, what you need. What you crave.”
“Fuck,” I cried out as he roughly thrust a single finger inside of me, massaging my G-spot firmly as his other hand pressed on my stomach from the outside.
“Not yet,” he chuckled, and my eyes blinked, hazily focusing on the naughty grin pulled across his shadowy features. “Use your words.”
“I…” I panted. “I need you inside me. Please.”
“Keep going,” he nodded, increasing the pressure of his hands. Pushing me closer to exploding, but it wasn’t quite enough. My clit throbbed, desperate for more of his attention.
“Fuck me,” I moaned, my hips squirming in his hold, trying to find some other kind of stimulation to get me closer.
“Hold still.” His voice was harsh as he narrowed his eyes at me. “Or I stop and leave you like this. Would you like it if I fucked my hand instead and made you watch as I come all over you instead of inside you?”
I whimpered, gasping to find the words in my muddled brain. “I want you so deep inside me I can’t breathe. Please make me come. Fuck me hard. Oh God, I’m so close.”
His smile widened as the pressure of his finger increased, the tip rubbing maddening patterns against a spot so deep inside of me. My back bowed up from the covers as the thumb of his other hand pressed against my clit, circling until I couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Oh, fuck,” I cried out hoarsely as I came, his fingers increasing their pace as I thrashed against the bedding, my hands tightly clenching the material.
“More,” he growled. “Look at me.”
My eyes snapped open as he hovered over me, my eyes drawn to his as he continued to work his hands on my needy flesh.
“Breathe,” he nodded, “I need more. One more. Watch me. Relax your breathing.”
I tried to catch my breath, nodding as his eyes held mine captive. He kept me there for one torturous moment before my body detonated again, a gush of wetness covering his hand as my eyes drifted down, mesmerized by the sight.