Page 62 of Why Not Us?

“Yes,” I practically shout. “Please, Nate. Please make me come.”

“Oh, princess. All you had to do was ask.”

His head dips again and he licks me, his tongue hot on my clit. I cry out as the pleasure sweeps through me, my whole body tensing under his ministrations. While he licks my most sensitive spot, the heavy glass slides in and out of me in a careful rhythm. The combination if his mouth and the dildo create sensations better than any time I’d played with my toys on my own. I feel at once like I’m floating on a cloud of bliss and about to shatter into a million glittering pieces.

My fingers are in his hair, nails dragging along his scalp while my hips shift with the rhythm he’s set with the dildo. He licks me again, then looks up, our eyes locking over the length of my naked body and I feel like I’m looking down on us from above. I’m completely open to him, my legs spread wide for his face between them. I have my hands in his hair, holding him where I want him. And Nate. He is absolutely decadent, his wide shoulders unrepentantly taking up space, one hand pressed against my thigh, the other holding that dildo, thrusting it in and out of me.

Then he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks. I break immediately, coming so hard my body shakes. I scream his name, just like he said I would. Aftershocks of pleasure pulse through me as he continues to lick and suck on my clit, softer now, until I lay limp beneath him.

He rises from between my thighs, removing the dildo, and meets my lips with his, letting me taste myself. His beard and mustache are wet against my skin. Wet from me. It is the most erotic kiss I’ve ever had and my pussy throbs again, wanting more of what I’ve just experienced. I moan into his mouth, feeling relaxed and tense at the same time while he kisses me.

“So how did I do?” he asks.

I grin. “You want a performance review? Now?”

He laughs and kisses me again. “Can’t hurt. You know, make sure I’m going in the right direction, here.”

“You are having way too much fun.”

He chuckles. “There’s no such thing as too much fun during sex, princess.”

“Eleven out of ten,” I tell him. “A plus.”

“Bonus marks?” he says, grinning. “Let’s see if I can get some more, hm?”

He gets off the bed, setting the dildo on the table and placing the vibrator next to me before undoing his belt. I rise to my elbows. Though I want to float on the bliss cloud, I want to see him naked more.

He laughs as he undoes the button and slides down the zipper. “You’re not even going to look me in the eye? You’re just going to stare at my cock?”

I glance up. “Yes,” I say, grinning.

“Fair.” He leans down, kissing me again.

Then he steps back and drops his pants to the ground, letting me see him for the first time. I know, distantly, that he has tattoos over both legs, but at the moment all I can see is that cock. It’s not obscenely long, about average length. It is, however, obscenely thick. I reach for him, wrapping my hand around the shaft, my thumb and middle finger barely meeting as I circle him.

“Are you sure that’s going to fit?” I ask.

He laughs, his head tipping back, a grin on his face. He leans toward me, pressing that smile against my lips in a kiss. “You are very good for my ego, princess. We’re going to go slow, remember?”

My breath catches in my lungs. He looks so happy, so at ease, so far from the closed man I met almost two months ago. It feels like a gift he’s given me, this side of him that he shares with so few people. I kiss him again, wrapping my arms around his neck and pulling him with me as I lay back. The bed dips as he retakes the space between my legs, kneeling there before rolling on a condom and leaning down to take my lips.

The tip of his cock nudges my pussy, his hand sliding down to guide himself in. I moan as he fills me, my eyes drifting closed.

“Nate. That feels so good.”

“Adalie,” he says, his voice rough. I open my eyes to see a look of absolute concentration on his face, his breathing ragged as he inches inside me. I touch his cheek, and he focuses on me.

“Hard,” I say.

He captures my lips in an all-consuming kiss and slams into me, his cock filling me in a way no one has ever done before. Tears fill my eyes, spilling down my cheeks into my hair.

“Hey,” Nate says. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

I shake my head, holding him to me so he can’t move away. “No. It’s good. You’re good. You’re perfect.”

He chuckles. “I don’t know if I’d go that far.” He shifts and says, “How do I turn this on?”

The vibrator. My cheeks heat as I take it from him, showing him the button.

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