Page 61 of Why Not Us?

“Yes, you can. Come on, princess. Talk dirty to me.”

For some reason, that’s the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time. I laugh, my body shaking beneath his. He lifts his head, and I’m worried for half a second that I’ve offended him, but he smiles at me.

“You think that’s funny, do you?”

I lift my hand and pinch my finger and thumb together. “A little bit.”

“Why?”

“Because. I couldn’t talk dirty if my life depended on it.”

“No? Maybe you need to hear a little dirty talk to get used to it.” He leans down and kisses my lips, then my cheek right next to my ear, his beard soft against my skin. “You want me to tell you how I’m going to lick your pussy until you scream my name and come on my face? Or maybe I should tell you about what’s going to happen after your first orgasm.”

“What’s going to happen?” I whisper, my body on fire, the ache between my thighs intense. I lift my hips, trying in vain to get some part of him to touch me there.

“After you’ve come, I’m going to slide my cock into your hot cunt. Are you going to want it fast or slow, Adalie?”

“Slow,” I whisper.

“See? It’s not hard to tell me what you want. I’ll give it to you slow and deep and I’ll use that vibrator on your clit at the same time until you come on my cock. Is that what you want, princess?”

“Yes,” I breathe, desperate now. I squirm beneath him as he speaks low in my ear. My hands grasp his shoulders, trying to drag him closer to me or pull myself closer to him. But it’s like trying to move a mountain. He’s as hard as one, too. “Nate,” I say. “I want our clothes off.”

He presses a hot kiss to my neck before rising to his knees from his place between my legs. He strips his t-shirt off, dropping it on the floor. While I’m drinking in the sight of him—the tattoos that cover his arms and chest, the hair that trails down his abs and disappears into the pants he’s still wearing—he reaches for the button at the top of my jeans, tugging them down with my underwear so I’m bare before him.

“Damn, princess,” he says. “You’re fucking exquisite.” His fingers skim from my breasts to my hips. “This is what happens when you tell me what you want.” His eyes lock on mine, intense and full of heat. “I give it to you.”

“Are you going to do what you said now?” I ask.

“Which part?”

I whimper and he chuckles, leaning down to kiss me again. I hold his face between my hands as I return the kiss.

“Yes,” he says. “I’m going to do what I said now.”

He kisses me one more time before beginning a trail of open-mouthed kisses down my body. My collar bone. My breasts, lingering on each nipple. My belly, pausing to admire the piercing at my belly button. Finally, he reaches my pussy, kissing me once before spreading me open and licking from my entrance to my clit. I arch toward him, crying out.

He lifts his head, and I groan, only realizing I have my fingers in his hair when I push his head back toward my throbbing pussy.

He chuckles. “You may not be able to say what you want, but you know, don’t you?”

“Yes. Please, Nate. I need—”

“Need this?” he asks, and I notice he’s grabbed the glass dildo as the chilled tip of it traces my entrance.

“Yes. Yes. And your tongue.”

He presses the dildo into me, rewarding me for using my words. “When you’ve been practicing, do you like it to move or be still?”

“Move,” I gasp. “Slow.”

He makes a rumbling sound of approval. “Like you said you want my dick.”

“Nate. Fuck.”

He’s moving the dildo in and out of me, slowly. The glass heats quickly from my body.

“I’m going to make you come now, Adalie. Are you ready?”

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