Page 52 of Be My Reason

On her way out, she gives me ahug and whispers in my ear, “I’m so happy for you.”

I turn around and look at Nate.He is standing there looking all delicious, with eyes that look like they want to eat me alive.Oh, yes please! “Sex or talking first?” he asks me.

My heart pounds at the memory of last night. “Sex, please,” I say in the lowest, most sultry voice I’m capable of producing.

“I knew there was a reason I liked you.” He smiles as he walks over to me and throws me over his shoulder like a caveman. “My place or yours?”

“Aaaaah,” I squeal as I swat his behind. “Better make it mine unless you left your bed made while making your escape.”

“Right,yours it is.” He carries me into my bedroom and throws me down on the bed. He stares at me and I start to get self-conscious. He shakes his head. “Sorry,” he says. “I just can’t believe that you are here. I really thought that was it for us.”

My eyes close and I shudder at the thought that I almost lost him. I almost pushed himso far away that I would never again have this feeling. This feeling that everything is bright and shiny new, that the world is at my fingertips. And, maybe, just maybe, I was wrong and I might deserve another chance at happiness.

I reach forward, grab his belt and pull him towards me. “No, that wasn’t it for us.That wasn’t nearly it for us.”

He climbs on the bed and crawls up my body, putting his hands on either side of my head. “Thank God, Brooklyn,” he says, right before his lips crash into mine. He kisses me gently, leaving his lips lingering on mine before he presses on with more determination. My hands weave into his hair, gently grabbing onto the locks of messy-blonde heaven that I have coveted in my dreams. His hands find the skin between my jeans and shirt and he makes his way under my top, caressing a trail around to my back. It is evident that we are both getting incredibly aroused by the fervor of our kisses. I can feel the hardness of his erection where it is pressing into my thigh.

He breaks our kissesonly long enough to remove his shirt and mine. Then his mouth is on me again. He cascades soft kisses down my neck and over to my shoulders. When he runs his tongue over my breasts, I quiver with pleasure. I reach down to undo his pants and slip my hand between the cotton boxers and his bare skin. I close my hand around him and stroke him, causing him to moan into my cleavage.

“God, Brooklyn.I want you more than my next breath.” He looks me in the eyes and kisses me with a passion I have never felt before. I don’t ever want this feeling to end. I want to kick myself for thinking I could live without this, without him. He is like air to me. I need him to live. I will never walk away from him again as long as I’m on this Earth.

“Then take me,” I whisper into his mouth.

We quickly do away with the rest of our clothing, throwing them into a messy pile on my floor. He runs his hands down my stomach, leaving a hot trail of sparks wherever he has touched my skin. His fingers find my wanting cleft and he draws the wetness into my silky folds. His fingers toy with me and I shudder under his expert touch. That familiar tingle starts to build up inside me. The world falls away and all I can think about is how much I want him inside me. How hungry I am for him.

“Please, Nate.I need you inside me,” I beg.

“Notyet.” He rubs circles on my sensitive nub, sending ripples of sensation to the essence of my being. “You first,” he says. “Always, you first.”

Then he leans down and licks my nipple, running his tongue all around the stiffened peak, gently pulling it inside his mouth and sucking. I am all feeling and wonder as his fingers slide in and out while his thumb works on my clit. My thighs tighten and white hot waves come crashing through my body as I pulsate around his fingers.

“Yes, baby . . . that’s it. Come for me,” he whispers, hot breath in my ear, while I ride out the quivering orgasm that is rolling through my body. His words, his endearment, draw out every last shudder, making me come harder and longer than I ever have.

Before I come down from my high, he climbs on top of me.He hesitates and I question him, breathlessly, “What are you waiting for?”

“Uh. . . I don’t have a condom. I packed up my room and they are all down in the truck.” He hits his fist into the mattress on the side of my head. He takes my head into his hands and kisses my eyelids. “Do you trust me, Brooklyn?” he asks.

“Yes, of course,” I say.

“I promise you I’m clean.”

“Nate if you say it’s safe, then I believe you. Please, I want you so much.”

His eyes lockwith mine as he slowly slips his length into me. His eyes roll back into his head as he closes them and his breath hitches. He squeezes my neck and breathes into my hair. “Brooklyn, you feel so good. Baby, it’s incredible. I . . . uh . . . God . . . it’s so good,” he moans as he quickens his pace.

He grabs me tight and rolls onto his back, taking me with him so that I’m on top. His hands are on my hips, guiding my movements up and down his long shaft. I rub my hands over his hard chest, feeling every rigid muscle. Then I place my hands alongside his head as I move myself up and down. I exert more force against him, finding that little place inside that about shatters me every time he rubs on it. Building up again, I feel so close.

“Nate, yes, don’t stop.” I start to tense up and I breathe heavy through my clenched teeth as he brings me to my second orgasm. I lean over through the waves of pleasure and bite down on his shoulder.

“Ahhh . . . Brooklyn . . .” He lets out a long groan and stills as he releases himself into me.

I collapse on his chest and we breathe, heavy and labored, until we come down from the best experience of my life.I can barely speak. I have no saliva left in my dry mouth. “Wow.” I roll off to the side and he winces as he pulls out of me.

“Yeah, wow,” he says. “That was . . . Brooklyn, that was incredible. I mean, last night was too, but this—this was off the charts great. I mean bases loaded, grand slam home run great.”

I giggle. Then Irealize that was the first time he’s made a reference to baseball since he’s been back in my life.

He gets up on anelbow and looks at me. He runs his hand through his glorious messy-from-sex hair. “Brooklyn, I have never had sex without a condom before. That was my first time.”

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