Page 252 of His Sunshine Baby

“Elena… Elena…”

His voice is consummated by desire, and driving me equally crazy… We’re both going nuts. I don’t know. I keep searching for air, but I want his kisses more. I’m cornered in his kitchen, his arms all around me, caressing my skin and undoing my clothes skillfully. I’m so hot… I want more, more.

My self-control flew out of the window as soon as he touched me. I hate him… I hate what he does to me, and this foolish body of mine for craving him when I should be resenting him for… I don’t know, at least a few weeks more. Nate lifts me without warning, getting rid of my outfit and having it slide down to my ankles until it drops to the floor. He makes me sit on the kitchen counter, and I immediately entrap him between my legs. I’m in my underwear, in his kitchen, facing him. I’m hot. So fucking hot.

His fingers keep caressing my skin, my thighs, my waist, my back. I shiver and let the sparks crawl under my skin, a wave of pleasure slowly rocking back and forth. I struggle to get him out of his shirt, making him chuckle… I make him shut up with even more kissing, our tongues fighting to get a better taste of theother. When I suddenly feel his fingers on my panties, I grab his wrist, freezing.

It’s… not…

“Elena?” he asks, out of breath too.

“I… I…”

My head is in such confusion right now, I don’t even know how to formulate my thoughts into words. I’m red from head to toe, out of breath and excited. He stares at me, confused, half-naked and in about the same state as I am.

“I… I had a baby.”

“I already know that,” he replies, a bit confused.

“It means my body changed. I… My… I mean, sex is not going to be… to be like before.”

He chuckles, caressing my nape with a tender look in his eyes. I don’t think he’s getting it, but a wave of anxiety overpowers me in a few seconds. What if he’s disappointed? What if he doesn’t like my body anymore? What if we have the lousiest sex ever and…

“Elena, look at me.”

He manages to get my attention, but I shake my head.

“You know what? Let’s forget it. This is a bad idea. I can just…”

But while I struggle to escape him, he keeps smiling and holds me back, until I stop fighting and sigh.

“Elena Whitewood, I love you.”

Holy Moon Goddess, why does he have to be so cheesy right now? I’m blushing like crazy, trying to evade his eyes, but he caresses my neck, speaking softly.

“I don’t care how much your body has changed. I want to embrace the woman I love. That’s all I am thinking about. I’ll love it because it’s you. I don’t care how much your body changes, my sunshine. Even if you get wrinkles or gain a hundred more pounds, I’ll love this body of yours.”

“Sh… Shut up…” I stutter, even more ashamed right now.

Is he saying that because he noticed I took on a bit more weight? Before I can say anything else, he slowly kisses the tips of my fingers. His mesmerizing blue gaze is on me, making me crazy. He kisses each of my fingers one by one, then goes to my palm. It’s like this part of my body is suddenly connected to another, more intimate part, and sending electricity there. I shiver, burning inside. His kisses move to my wrist, and keep climbing higher and higher, until he reaches my bra. His lips go in between, and, skilled as he is, that bastard, he takes it off in a matter of seconds. It’s best not to think about how he got so skilled.I breathe louder as he keeps kissing, fondling, and caressing me. I reach out for his warmth too, my arms go to his back, stroking it, going lower. I can’t strain my shoulder, but I won’t let him do it all by himself either…

The heat goes up in the kitchen, and before I know it, we’re both naked against each other, hotter than ever. My heart is thumping in my ears, I’m… excited beyond words. It’s Nate. Nathaniel. The man I left four years ago, the man I’ve been wanting for four years. I don’t know if I should be glad or regretful, but it’s way too late. I want him. I want him so bad. When we unite our bodies, I can’t hold back a cry of pleasure. It takes the two of us a few seconds to recover just from that deep, forceful contact. We kiss again in that short lapse of time, unable to hold it. It’s like it never happened. Like we’re back to four years ago but… with something better. Something more fusional between us, something I don’t want to miss ever again. His body is bulkier, manlier, and I can’t handle it all. The muscles moving under his skin are driving me crazy.

Nate keeps moving, inside, and I can’t hold it. He’s gotten even better, if it was possible. My extremities are going crazy with lust, tickling, and I need to focus on breathing so as not to explode. He’s not even going fast or wild, it’s just… so, sogood. He remembers my body, how to make me go insane with pleasure. My stomach is bursting, my insides overwhelmed by the friction of our bodies between my legs. Worst thing is, I have to be careful not to be too loud; I’m scared it will wake Estelle up, and I really don’t want that.

“Nate… Nate… More… Please…”

As if he was waiting for my go-ahead, he suddenly accelerates, and I wasn’t prepared. I breathe and moan, grabbing his broad shoulders to hold on, the blood rushing. After a while, I realize his erratic breathing mixes with his husky voice, calling my name. I hear it, again and again, as he keeps thrusting, creating sparks inside, making me cry out.

After a while, I finally feel it coming. I don’t know how long we’ve been like this, but I can’t take it anymore, and I can feel him tensing up, groaning louder. A few seconds later, we both explode, like a firework in my head and our joined bodies.

“You… Are you okay?” he asks, out of breath.

I slowly nod.

Moon Goddess. How did we spend hours having sex before? Just a few minutes and I’m so freaking tired. Nathaniel doesn’t seem as exhausted as I am. He just kisses my shoulder while I rest on his, caressing my back.

“I missed you… I missed you so much…” he whispers while gently hugging me.

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