Page 103 of Why Not Us?

“You want one of your toys?” he asks.

I shake my head. “Just you.”

He grins again before joining me.

“I want to do something different,” he says. “Something we haven’t done that you might not be comfortable with, but I promise, it will be good.”

“What?” I ask.

“I want you to sit on my face.”

My mouth drops open as I stare at him, sitting up. “I can’t do that.”

“Why not?”

“Because?” I say it as a question since I really have no answer why not and he knows it. So he lies down, guiding my leg over his chest and my body up until my core is lined up with his mouth. It’s awkward and I’m about to tell him I feel weird, but then he goes to work.

This man can eat pussy like no one else in my life. I’ve had a few other men try it before, but they were always sloppy and never knew where to lick me. Nate though? He has just the right pressure in just the right spot, his tongue licking me slowly from my cunt to my clit over and over again.

I hold the headboard, riding his face while he devours me. Being on top of him like this makes me feel powerful and in charge, even though he’s still guiding us. I switch my hands from the headboard to my breasts as I play with my nipples, and I look down to meet Nate’s eyes. It’s such an erotic sight, my naked body moving over him while I watch him lick my pussy and he watches me play with myself.

He grips my hips, lifting his face closer so he can take my clit between his lips and suck on it until I scream and my body tenses. Then that rush of pleasure floods through me, and I come hard, shuddering and moaning, his tongue returning to lick me as the aftershocks of the orgasm wrack my body.

When it has subsided, Nate shifts me down until my core is lined up with his dick, which I am delighted to discover is already hard again.

“Conscious decision this time,” he says.

I nod. “Conscious. I need you inside me. I don’t want a condom if you don’t.”

He tugs me down so he can kiss me and I taste myself on his lips and tongue. While we kiss, I move my hips, reach between us, and guide his naked cock into my pussy, taking him all the way inside me. Then I sit up and begin to rock on him, riding his dick like I rode his face. I place my hands on his chest to anchor myself and lose myself in the feeling of him inside me, of me in control of this huge man who could easily take over if he wants to, but likes what I’m doing enough that he doesn’t.

“That’s right, princess,” he says, his voice like gravel. “Use me. I’m yours. Use me however you want.”

His words make heat flash through me. He’s mine. This big, protective, gruff, adrenaline-seeking man is mine. The idea alone is enough to send me flying, but even more than that is the buzzing vibrator he’s taken from my drawer and pressed to my clit. I still on his cock for a moment as the pleasure roars through me. I shift my hips over him and the orgasm crests. I’m shuddering again, moaning as my pussy clenches around him. He doesn’t move, letting me take exactly what I want as I ride my orgasm to the end.

When I collapse over him, he sets the vibrator aside and grips my hips, using me now like I used him earlier.

“Yes,” I whisper, with all the strength I have left. “I’m yours, too.” I press my lips to his neck and he groans, pumping into me hard and fast until he comes as well.

After a moment, when our breathing has returned to normal, he shifts me off him, presses a soft kiss to my lips, and leaves the bed. I’m still too languid to wonder where he’s going. Before I can start to think about it, he’s back with a damp cloth, cleaning up between my legs. When he’s done, he chucks the cloth into my laundry hamper and slides into bed, pulling the blanket around us. I snuggle into his side.

As I lay against him, his arm wrapped around me, my fingers drawing random patterns on his chest, I feel so at peace.

“How was dinner with your family yesterday?” he asks.

I look up at him. His other hand is propped behind his head as he searches my eyes.

“Why?”

He shrugs. “I was worried about you.”

“Really?”

He nods. “I wish I could have been there with you. They can be jerks.”

“You had Dani. As much as I’d love to have her with us, I wouldn’t want to bring her there in case they say something awful. But actually, it went great.” I tell him about my brother’s engagement and how they’d asked me to move someone else’s wedding so they could get married at Blue Vista next summer. And I tell him how I’d said no. To Elliot and Suzanne about the wedding, to Elliot about the money he wanted to borrow, and to Calista about the tickets to events she’s always asking for. The more I speak, the bigger Nate’s smile grows.

“Adalie, that’s amazing. You stood up to them. For yourself.”

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