Page 34 of Pippin & Nacho

I sat up on my knees and wiped my face with the back of my hand as I watched Sam looking fucking gorgeous, lying there unmoving and breathing hard with a crooked, stupid grin on his face, which pulled out my own smile. I did that to him. It made me feel strangely proud and powerful that I turned him into sex-drugged mush, even with my lack of experience.

Finally.

I finally got to have my Sam as I had imagined him in my fantasies. Hell, it was even better than my fantasies, and not only because this was real. There was just no way to imagine all of Sam’s reactions.

“I think you’ve killed me.”

I snorted a laugh and lay down next to him.

“You seem alive to me. Very much so.”

“Give me a second. I need time to feel muscles again.”

I kissed one of his nipples. “Are you okay?” Yes, he came and enjoyed it, but I worried about digressing thoughts when he started to recover.

“I couldn’t feel more fucking perfect.”

That really just happened.

Nate sucked me off, and it was better than anything I could’ve imagined, and I’d imagined it all the time. My fantasies were a joke in comparison. He tried so hard to please me, and I fucking loved him for it. And god, he’d licked my ass. That was so hot, and I nearly nutted right then.

I lay there in bed with a completely numb and satiated body, and my mind was calm for now, focused on Nate, my star. He was curled up in my arms, dragging gentle fingers along my bare chest, his hard dick pressed up against me. I needed to take care of that in a minute.

My mind flashed to all my fantasies of me on my knees as he towered above me, fisting my hair as he fucked my face. Would Nate be into that? He was so gentle and sweet, caring about all my needs. Could I ask him? Shit, my face burned at the thought, but I wanted to do to him what he did to me. I needed to taste him, to please him.

Sadness suddenly crashed over me like a storming ocean wave from the years lost when we could’ve had each other sooner. I’d been too quiet, too scared. I thought it would’ve been easier to stay silent, but now that I’ve had a little taste of Nate and that he wanted me, too, my reaction and hesitance had been such a waste—all those things I’d missed—his love, his touch, his kisses…

Stupid, stupid, stupid.

If I had only reached out to him sooner. God, I was an idiot. I hadn’t reached out to him. It took Nate secretly kissing me and him telling me about his feelings to finally get me to admit mine. Shit, if he hadn’t done that, I’d still be in that rut, wishing and wanting but never having.

What if he hadn’t kissed me? What if we’d lived the rest of our lives never knowing?

“Sam…”

“Huh?”

Nate touched my face, pulling me to look at him with gentle fingers. They were always gentle. I was obsessed with Nate’s fingers. They represented so much power in their tenderness. I didn’t like other fingers. Just his.

“Are you okay?”

“No.”

His brows furrowed as I pulled away from him and hovered over his body. “I’m not okay because you’re still hard.”

Nate’s concerned face morphed into a massive smile. “My guy is aching pretty good right now.”

“Let’s fix that, then. I’ll make it all better for you, Star.”

“I won’t say no.”

Nate fell onto his back, tucked his hands behind his head, and spread his legs. So bold and confident. His cock was uncut and darker than the rest of his skin, as if to draw my attention to it. I loved how he opened up so easily to me. I hadn’t been like that when he went down on me. My body had been tight, and I trembled from nerves, but I wanted him so much my body literally ached for him.

“Can I do it with you standing?”

He sat up and nodded. “Sure. Where do you want me?”

I pointed in front of the bed. “Just there.”

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