Page 21 of Waiting on You

“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmurs, only pulling back long enough to thrust twofingers into me.

Between him massaging my clit, the perfect way his fingers are fucking me, and the feel of his beard scratching my heated flesh, a climax quickly works its way up. I’ve had plenty of orgasms over the years, but not a single one has prepared me for the expert way Nate rubs my inner walls and flicks my clit.

I want it to last forever, for him to spend hours eating me out—that’s how good it feels—but my body is too worked up, and it’s been too long.

And when he pushes the flat of his tongue against my swollen nub, I explode. The most intense orgasm I’ve ever experienced hits me like a tidal wave, wave after delicious wave, as my entire body coils and then comes undone. I scream out Nate’s name as spots cloud my vision, so I close my eyes.

Nate doesn’t stop until I’m so sensitive and wrung out that I lazily push him off me, unable to handle another second of his mouth on me. My heart is pounding in my chest, and I briefly wonder if you can have a heart attack from an orgasm.

When he sits back on his haunches, his beautiful brown eyes meet mine while he makes a show of licking my juices off his lips, and my stomach knots at the thought that tonight is all we have. Tomorrow, I have to go back to the hotel and deal with the rehearsal and dinner afterward. Saturday is the wedding. Maybe we could spend some time together on Sunday if he’s not busy. But then Monday, I leave. I have a car scheduled to pick me up at four in the morning because I have anearly flight. And that will be it. Nate will go his way, and I’ll go mine.

“Get out of your head,” Nate says, climbing up my body. “It’s just you and me in this moment. All the other shit will be there tomorrow.”

He presses his mouth to mine, parting my lips so his tongue can delve in, giving me a taste of myself, while I reach down and wrap my fingers around his shaft.

He’s already hard, and I’m wet, so it doesn’t take much to guide him into me. He’s thick and long, and he stretches me like he was made for me.

When he’s all the way in, I hook my legs around his waist, and he starts to fuck me with the same amount of passion he ate me. Every thrust is deep and purposeful, meant to bring me pleasure as well. Nate is the most selfless lover I’ve ever been with, and I’m already envious of the woman who will get to spend her life with him.

My orgasm starts to build again, and I feel Nate’s cock start to swell inside me. We’re both close, our bodies working with each other to bring us pleasure.

“Paige,” Nate whispers against my lips, his facial hair tickling my flesh. “I don’t want to ruin the moment, but you feel so good, and I just realized it’s because I forgot to put on a condom. Fuck, baby, please tell me I can come in your perfect cunt.”

Shit!I knew it felt too good to be true. I suck at taking birth control, and I hate the thought of something being put inside of me, so I’ve alwaysinsisted on guys using condoms to prevent pregnancy.

“I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I’m not on anything. You have to pull out.”

Nate groans but nods in understanding. Then, he picks up his pace, fucking me deeper, harder, and for a moment, I think he’s going to sayfuck itand come in me. And when my climax hits and I come for the second time, I don’t even think about the consequences until he pulls out and takes his shaft in his hand. He strokes it a few times, and then ropes of cum spurt out, painting ribbons of white across my belly.

“I need more,” he murmurs, dropping his hands on either side of me, not giving a shit that with his body pressed against mine, his cum is spreading all over us. “More of you. Tonight can’t be the only night I get with you. I’ll take any day or night you’ll give me. Please.”

The desperation in his voice causes me to choke up. I’ve never had a man want me like this—like I’m the air he needs to survive—and it makes me want to throw my fears out the window and give him everything…all of me. Because this is what I’ve always wanted. To be someone’s everything. And in this moment, as Nate looks at me, it’s as if I’m just that to him.

But I know this is the oxytocin and dopamine talking. Tomorrow, when we’re no longer orgasm-drunk, we’ll be thinking clearly.

So, I say the only thing I can say even though it hurts like hell. “Tonight is all we can have.”

Nate sighs but nods because he respects my boundaries enough to accept them even if he doesn’tagree with them.

“Then I’m going to make the most of it.” He presses a kiss to the corner of my mouth and then sits up. “First, we shower, and then we’ll call for new sheets because you soaked the hell out of them when you squirted.”

“What?” I gasp, scrambling back.

Sure enough, in between us is a huge wet spot.

“Oh my God,” I groan in embarrassment. “I swear that’s never happened.”

“Good.” Nate smirks. “That means none of those other assholes were able to make you come as hard as I did.”

He’s not wrong.

“On second thought.” He glances from the wet spot back up to me. “We’d better keep the sheets on the bed for now because I have every intention of making you squirt all over my face again.”

Without giving me a chance to argue, he scoops me up into his arms and carries me to the shower, where he makes me come again before he does exactly as he promised and makes me come all over his mouth…twice more.

And the entire time, I have to keep reminding myself that tomorrow, despite wanting to keep Nate forever, I’m going to have to let him go.

chapter nine

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