Page 102 of Why Not Us?

“I don’t,” he says. “Unless you do. And if you don’t want to go through with the IUD, that’s fine. It’s your body, Adalie. It’s up to you what you want to do. If you get pregnant before we decide to, I’ll be happy about it. I love you. I’m not going anywhere.”

“That’s the other thing I wanted to talk about.” I take his hand in mind, scooting closer on the couch. “I love you, too, Nate. I’m not going anywhere, either.”

He reaches for me, hauling me into his chest, wrapping his arms tight around me, and kissing me soundly until my head is spinning with the need to touch his skin.

“Is there anything else you want to talk about, princess?” he asks huskily, before drawing my lower lip into his mouth and biting it.

I whimper in pleasure, settling my knees on either side of his lap, only the thin fabric of my panties separating my pussy from his jean-clad dick. It’s straining against his fly, and I reach down to undo the button.

“Not at this moment,” I say, sliding the zipper down and slipping my hands inside his pants to pull him free. I stroke his hard length, hidden from my view beneath the skirt of my dress.

He groans, his head dropping back against the couch as his hands shift my hips closer to his cock.

“Have I told you how perfect you are?” he asks, eyes closed, as I continue to stroke him.

“I don’t know,” I say. “Maybe you should tell me again, just in case. And feel free to tell me whenever you want.”

He opens his eyes and lifts his head so he can meet my gaze. “You are perfect. Your hands are perfect. Your ass is perfect.” He gives it a little squeeze. “Your tits are perfect. But it’s more than that, too. The way you laugh, the way you talk to me and make me talk to you, the way you step out of your comfort zone with such grace and confidence.”

I shake my head. “I’m not confident.”

“You are. You fake it until it becomes real. And your smile.” He lifts a hand to my mouth, stroking my bottom lip with his thumb. “I’ll do anything to see you smile. Your lips are perfect for it.”

I slip off his lap onto the floor. “You mean these lips?”

Then I lower my mouth to his eager dick, taking him as far as I can. I wrap my hand around the base so I don’t have to take him to the back of my throat, something I’ve discovered I’m not a big fan of. Instead, I work my tongue around his shaft, and he groans long and deep, his hands threading into my hair to keep it back from my face. Other than a few shifts that I believe are mostly instinct, he lets me control the pace of the blow job. I swirl my tongue, stroking along the underside of his cock, then around the tip until his fingers tighten in my hair and he’s making soft sounds of desperation. I love how much he loves my mouth on him.

“Adalie,” he groans. “You need to stop or—” He cuts off with a harsh sound.

I pull off him, popping my lips around the head of his dick, meeting his eyes. “You can come, Nate. We’ve got all night.” I don’t look away as I take him back into my mouth.

I continue licking and sucking, sliding my hand up and down the shaft, tightening my fingers around his thick girth the way I know he likes until he groans, long and deep, my name like a prayer on his lips. His cum is hot and salty as it spills into my mouth and I swallow it down. Once he’s done, I lick away all the evidence, and he shudders under my touch.

“Have I mentioned that I love you?” he asks hoarsely, and I chuckle.

“I think so.”

“Come here.”

I get up, straddling his lap again, and he kisses me deeply, his tongue sweeping past my lips to claim mine while his fingers draw down the zipper of my dress.

“Do you know how much I love these fucking dresses, Adalie?” he asks.

I shake my head, sliding my arms free of the straps so it can pool at my waist. I’m not wearing a bra today so my breasts are bare for him.

“Tell me,” I say.

His hands move to my nipples, his thumbs sliding over them, sending shivers through me and heat straight to my core.

“You look like a goddess in them. And I know how easy it is to slide my hand up your legs to reach your sweet pussy, and it’s all I can do to stop myself.”

I moan as his fingers pinch and caress my nipples. “Don’t stop yourself,” I tell him.

“Shall I take you to bed, sweet Adalie?”

“Yes.”

So he stands, lifting me with him like I weigh absolutely nothing. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his neck as he brings me to my bed, laying me down and depositing the dress he loves so much on the floor. I’m not wearing my panties for much longer, either, as he divests me of them. Then he stands next to the bed, staring down at me like I’m the most beautiful creature in the world while he takes his clothes off.

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