Page 57 of Devoted Enough

Instead, I reached for his shirt and slipped it over my head. Nate’s woodsy smell instantly wrapped around my body, and I took a deep breath.

With one last look over my shoulder, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast. I had plenty of time before picking up this morning’s group of dogs. I pulled out the bacon and got it going first before starting the eggs.

As I moved around, I could feel the slight pain between my legs, but it wasn’t anything I couldn’t handle. A warm bath would fix it, I was sure.

My entire body trembled as warm arms engulfed my body, and Nate kissed me on my neck.

“You snuck away.”

Tilting my neck more so he had better access, I smiled. “I wanted to make you breakfast and let you rest.”

The feel of his mouth on my skin was making me feel dizzy. I leaned against him and sighed when his hands cupped my breasts and squeezed lightly.

“You wearing my shirt is driving me crazy, Haven.”

“It is?” I asked, my knees feeling weak all over again.

When his hands moved under my shirt, I sucked in a breath. He moved lower, and when his hand reached between my legs, they nearly buckled. His other arm wrapped around my body, keeping me against him.

“Breakfast?” I managed to get out before he slipped his fingers inside of me, and my head dropped back against his shoulder. The man was doing wonderful things with those fingers, and I felt myself melting into him.

“I don’t mind if I do,” Nate replied. Pulling his fingers out, he turned me so I faced him. He put his fingers inside his mouth and sucked on them. My eyes went wide, and I could feel a rush of wetness at my core.

Nate lifted me and set me on the counter, and the cold countertop against my bare skin caused me to let out a slight squeal.

His hands went to my knees, and he slowly pushed them apart. Drawing me closer to the edge of the counter, Nate lowered himself.

“Nate? On the kitchen counter…oh my goodness!” I cried out when his mouth covered my clit. The man could do things with his tongue and fingers that should be illegal.

One hand gripped the counter as my other went to his head. My entire body shook as I closed my eyes and shamelessly rubbed against his mouth, needing more of him.

“Oh, God,” I panted as my orgasm built. “I’m so close. Nate, please don’t stop what you’re doing!”

He growled as he continued to suck and lick. My entire body tingled as the build-up slowly started to take over my body. Then it hit and my goodness, it was one of the strongest orgasms I had ever experienced. I cried out Nate’s name over and over as I fell into a sweet euphoria. As I slowly returned to myself, I felt Nate’s mouth cover mine. The taste of myself on his tongue shocked me, but the feel of him right at my entrance pushed the shock away and turned it into desire.

“I can’t go slow, Haven. I need to fuck you. Are you sore?”

With a shake of my head, I wrapped my legs around him. He pushed inside me, causing me to cry out and him to freeze.

“Shit, are you okay?”

My hands clawed at his shoulders and back. “It burned for just a second. I’m fine! I’m okay!”

This was completely different than last night. Where Nate was slow, gentle, and in complete control, now he was fast, hard, and utterly lost in the moment. I loved it. I wanted more.Neededmore. This was indeed fucking, and it was raw and intense.

“Fuck, Haven. I can’t get enough of you. I want to be deeper inside you,” he said as he paused long enough to put my nipple into his mouth. My fingers sliced through his hair, and I held him there momentarily, feeling the tingle begin again. Lord, I was still sensitive from the last orgasm.

He jerked his head back, picked me up, and set me on the floor.

“Turn around and hold onto the counter.”

My chest rose and fell in quick bursts of breath. Doing as he said, I looked over my shoulder to see him take his impressive length into his hands and guide it back into me. He pushed in, and we both moaned in pleasure.

“Do you like this?” he asked, kissing my back. I still had his shirt on, but he had pushed it up so that I was completely at his mercy.

All I could do was nod as I pushed back against him. I needed him to move. The feel of him filling me was amazing, but the need for more of him was intense. Would it always be this way?

With another push, I said, “Nate. Please.”

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