Page 51 of His Sunshine Baby

That pervert. I raise my head and suddenly think about one important thing.

“Then I’ll agree.”

“Really?” he asks, surprised.

“On one condition.”

“What is it?”

“Promise you won’t fall in love with me. And I won’t fall for you either.”

For a second, he looks stunned. He stays speechless for a few seconds, then slowly nods.

“Alright, I promise.”

My heart tightens inexplicably for a second, but I take a deep breath in and answer in my calmest voice.

“Thank you,” I whisper.

“Then, that’s it, right? You accept?”

“Yes.”

He puts his fork down.

“Then I want you. Now.”

After a second of surprise, I gasp. Here, now? Has he gone crazy? But before I can even formulate any word, Nathaniel suddenly grabs my chair to pull me closer to him. We are nowdangerously close to each other, his eyes staring right at me with that mischievous look of his. I blush unconsciously.

“We are in public,” I protest again.

“No, we are in a private room.”

With that, his lips suddenly start attacking my neck, deliciously nibbling on my skin and giving me hot chills. I feel his hand back under my skirt, playing with my panties and gently pulling on them. I breathe out and relax a bit, but Nate finds his way back to my lips, and his tongue drives me nuts. Moon Goddess, he is so good at kissing. I’m drowning in this sweetness.

I answer his kiss, the last strings of my willpower snapping. He makes me crazy. I don’t resist it and grab the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer. I feel his smile against my lips. He likes my willfulness, I know it. Nate’s arm grabs my waist, and I move from my chair to his lap. We keep kissing, and it’s more intoxicating than that bottle of expensive Bordeaux wine. It’s addicting. Our lips collide, play, and mess with each other. I want more, like a junkie. His hands caress my skin. One is on my nape, playing with my hair and grabbing it gently between his fingers. The other is stroking my thigh, going back and forth under the fabric of my dress.

Why did I wear a dress in the first place? I had figured I should somewhat make an effort for this and prepared myself a bit more carefully than usual, but I had no idea things would lead to this so quickly. Yet, Nate is caressing every inch of my skin, ignoring my dress to reach for my panties. I gasp when he gets rid of them in one movement. It’s so embarrassing not wearing anything under my dress!

But Nathaniel doesn’t give me a second to think. His kisses are all I can focus on for now. Even so, I don’t want him to be the one leading the whole time. I reach for the buttons of his shirt and swiftly undo them one after the other, despite my tremblingfingers. I love his torso. He obviously works out to have such muscles. Moon Goddess, he looks like a model. And it’s all for me to enjoy right now. I caress his chest and pull his shirt until it’s completely off. Finally, I have him half-naked in front of me. Or rather, under me. And I can feel the bulge in his pants, right there. His breathing gets shallower, and our eyes meet. Our flaming desire is palpable. I want him so bad.

After a few seconds, our kissing resumes, even more passionate, harder. It’s like we are hungry for each other’s lips. My hands go down and I undo the button of his pants with shaking hands. Meanwhile, one of Nate’s hands is on my lower back, holding me, but the other one is back on my skin, caressing me. I have a hard time concentrating as his fingers dance against my most intimate part. Where the hell did he learn that? I’m already on edge when I finally release his member from his pants. I breathe in before leaning in for a new kiss, Nathaniel’s lips welcoming mine unconditionally. I hear something tearing, and after a few seconds, he pulls me closer to him. I can’t wait. I gasp and take him in, with a long moan of relief I don’t even try to hold.

Moon Goddess, I missed this. I take a second to adjust, indulging myself in this moment of guilt and delight. He completes me perfectly, so perfectly my own body is trembling in pleasure just from being joined with his. I catch my breath, savor this, and put my arms around his neck. Nate, facing me, groans from it too. His eyes are closed, and like me, he takes his time to enjoy this. I smile and plant a kiss on him while he’s like this. He smiles and gently pulls me toward him for a new, longer kiss.

Like this, he starts moving. His first back and forth took me by surprise, but when he keeps going, I join him, moving my hips to his rhythm. I don’t even need to focus. It comes naturally, the right pace for us. I don’t care about anything else but colliding with him at this moment. This is so crazy and erotic. Riding Nateon a chair, in a restaurant. I must be insane. But Moon Goddess, I don’t care. All I can think of is this chemistry between us, the tension of his body fiercely stirring mine, the flow of his thrusts inside me. I pant and breathe hard. The sound of our flesh pounding against each other, his breathing against my ear, my own moans. This melody is so obscene, yet so satisfying. I don’t control my voice anymore. I can’t think straight, not with Nate doing what he is doing to me.

It gets more savage, with both his hands on my hips, guiding me, and the two of us moving faster and harder. I’m panting, lost in a whirlwind of sensations.

“Elena.”

Hearing my name from his lips is so unbelievably erotic right now. But he repeats it again and again and again. As his moves get more erratic, unpredictable, and deep, I cry out, unable to hold it. I feel it coming. I hold on to his shoulders, and a couple of thrusts later, a mind-blowing orgasm finally unleashes.

“Hngggh!”

I’m still trembling when I hear Nate groan too, his whole body frozen with pleasure. In this moment where fire meets ice, my mind is totally empty. I’m numb. The fire dies out, while we both slowly regain our senses. I rest my head on his shoulder, still catching my breath. He puts gentle kisses on my neck and caresses my hair.

“You okay?” he whispers against my ear.

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