Page 13 of One S'more Time

"I want to ride you," I whisper, surprising myself with my boldness. "I want to feel you inside me."

A groan escapes him, his fingers tightening on my thighs. "Yes," he breathes, pressing one more kiss to my center before moving up my body. "God, yes."

He stands to remove his jeans and boxers, and I can't help but stare at the evidence of his desire for me, thick and hard against his stomach. My mouth waters at the sight, and I lick my lips unconsciously.

I surprise both of us by pushing gently at his shoulders. "Lie back," I say, my voice steadier than I feel.

His eyes darken further, but he complies, settling against my pillows with a smile that's both tender and hungry. I move to straddle him, my thighs bracketing his hips, his hardness pressing against me in a way that makes us both groan.

"Like this?" I ask, suddenly uncertain despite my earlier boldness.

His hands find my hips, steadying me. "Just like this," he confirms, his eyes never leaving mine. "You're in control, Ellie. Show me what you want."

The trust in his gaze gives me courage. I reach between us, guiding him to my entrance, then slowly, slowly sink down onto him. The stretch is delicious, my body accommodating his size with a fullness that borders on overwhelming.

"Oh God," I breathe as I take him completely, my hands braced on his chest for balance. "Nate..."

His fingers dig into my hips, his breath coming in harsh pants. "You feel incredible," he groans, his eyes locked on mine with an intensity that makes my heart race. "So perfect around me."

I begin to move, finding a rhythm that has us both gasping. His hands guide me, supporting my weight as I rise and fall above him. The angle is perfect, hitting spots inside me that send waves of pleasure racing through my body.

"That's it," he encourages, his voice rough with desire. "Just like that, Ellie. So beautiful."

His words, the naked appreciation in his eyes as he watches me move above him, fuel something inside me—a confidence I've never felt before. I arch my back, changing the angle slightly, and the new sensation pulls a cry from my throat.

"Yes," he growls, one hand leaving my hip to cup my breast, thumb circling my nipple in time with our movements. "Let me hear you, Ellie. I want to hear how good you feel."

I can't hold back the sounds he pulls from me, gasps and moans that would embarrass me with anyone else. But with Nate, there's no room for shame—only pleasure, only the building tension coiling tighter with each roll of my hips.

"I'm close," I breathe, my movements becoming more erratic as I chase my release. "Nate, I'm so close..."

"I've got you," he promises, his hand slipping between us to circle my clit with gentle pressure. "Come for me, Ellie. Let me feel you."

His touch is exactly what I need, pushing me over the edge into blinding pleasure. I cry out his name as waves of sensation crash through me, my body clenching around him in rhythmic pulses.He holds me through it, his hands steady on my hips, his eyes never leaving mine.

Before my climax fully subsides, he sits up, wrapping an arm around my waist as he flips our positions. I find myself on my back, Nate above me, still buried deep inside. The new angle pulls another gasp from me, oversensitive nerves lighting up with renewed pleasure.

"Okay?" he asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding back.

I nod, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him deeper. "Please," I whisper, needing to feel him lose control the way I just did.

He begins to move, powerful thrusts that have me clutching at his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. The sounds he makes—deep groans and harsh breaths—are the most erotic thing I've ever heard.

"Ellie," he gasps, his rhythm faltering as he nears his release. "God, Ellie, I?—"

"Let go," I urge, lifting my hips to meet each thrust. "I want to feel you."

With a final, powerful thrust, he buries himself deep, his body tensing above me as he finds his release. The sound he makes—my name on his lips like a prayer—sends another wave of pleasure through me, another climax that has me tightening around him.

For a long moment, we stay like that, connected in the most intimate way, our breathing gradually slowing. Then he lowershimself to kiss me, a tender press of lips that says more than words could.

When he finally pulls away, easing out of me with gentle care, the loss of connection makes me whimper softly. He gathers me in his arms, my back to his chest, his warmth enveloping me completely.

"That was..." he begins, his voice soft against my hair.

"Yeah," I agree, unable to find words adequate for what just happened between us. More than physical pleasure, more than release—it felt like connection, like understanding. Like coming home.

His arm tightens around my waist, pulling me closer against him. "I meant what I said before," he murmurs, his lips brushing my temple. "I'm falling in love with you, Ellie. Maybe I already have."

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