Page 149 of Fumbled Into Love

Nathalie’s pace quickens until I’m shaking with the need. I want to come, but not like this, not without her.

I gently pull her off and she releases me with apopand a tantalizing smile.

“Had enough?” she teases and her laughter is abruptly cut off when I whisk her off her feet, throw her over my shoulder, and drop her onto the bed.

Her eyes are wide behind her glasses as she bobbles on the bed, her breasts bouncing as she falls back. Like second nature, her legs fall open and I bask in the glorious sight of Nathalie naked in my bed.

Mine. Mine. Mine.

My brain chants the mantra over and over while I hover over her, placing hot, languid kisses on her skin, along her torso, and down to the apex of her thighs.

“This is mine for the rest of your life,” I say, placing a soft kiss on her clit. Nathalie bucks, searching for more.

“Deon,” Nathalie moans, arms trying to guide my head to where she wants me, but I deny her. I want to hear it.

Say she’s mine.

“Say it,” I demand. “Tell me your mine. Now and forever.”

Her chest heaves as she leans onto her elbows and with conviction that sends my heart stammering, she says, “Only yours. And you’remine.We belong to each other.”

Nathalie grips my wrist, thumb trailing along the friendship bracelet she made for me all those months ago. Snatching her hand, I place a kiss on her palm, then place her wrists over her head.

“Keep them there,” I command. Her eyes darken but she nods and promptly launches off the bed as I drag my tongue through her slit, nearly unraveling from the taste of her on my tongue.

She coats my chin with her arousal as I twirl my tongue around her clit, listening to her breathing. Her breath hitches and I repeat the movement, sliding a finger inside her.

“Oh,oh,” she moans, barely restraining herself from moving her hands, “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

“Such a pretty girl when you beg,” I murmur against the inside of her thigh. Curling my fingers upward, I hit her g-spot as I focus my tongue on her clit, alternating between feather-light flicks and sucking. “Come for me. I want you to come on my tongue.”

Her walls tighten around my fingers and she explodes, a wild, breathy moan falling from her lips, followed by my name.

I work her through her orgasm, only stopping when she flops back onto the bed, catching her breath.

“Condom,” she breathes, wildly patting around the bed. “I’m seeing stars, but find a condom.”

I chuckle, sliding a condom down my shaft and coating myself in the wetness between her thighs. I drag myself up and down, teasing her and she groans.

Notching myself at her entrance, I slide in, just an inch, then back out. She releases a small, strangled cry when I do it again.

“Deon,” she grumbles with a small groan, but her head falls back with a moan when I lean down and take her breast into my mouth, gently tugging her nipple between my teeth.

Fuck, I love those little sounds. The ones she makes when she’s frustrated but also so turned on that her eyes slam shut.

“Beg for it. Beg for my cock.” I slide in a bit further and her nose crinkles when I step away.

“God, please. Fuck me. Right now.”

“That’s my pretty girl.”

With one strong thrust of my hips, I bottom out and she moans in pleasure, clutching at the sheets as I piston in and out of her.

“Oh, fuck. Shit,” she cries out as her body absorbs the thrusts, her breasts bouncing. Her legs lift to wrap around my waist, deepening the angle and stars burst along my vision from how deep I’m inside her.

There’s no me or her, onlyusas she meets every thrust, pulling at my neck to crash our lips together. She begins to tighten around me and I relax the pace, chuckling when she protests with a groan.

“Eyes open, baby. I want to see those pretty eyes when you come.”

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