Page 25 of Fitting the Financier
This kiss is unrestrained. Reckless. His tongue sweeps the roof of my mouth, sending electric jolts racing along my spine. I match his need with one of my own, wrapping my arms around his neck. I’ve wanted this for so long that I’m willing to risk it all for one night in his arms with no promises of forever.
“It’s not too late to stop this,” he says thickly.
“I want you. I’ve always wanted you.” My confession is his undoing.
“Get this costume off me, Naomi, or so help me, I’ll rip it to shreds.”
I laugh, undoing the zipper and pins holding it in place before he tosses the garment across the room. Nathan reaches for my robe, slowly untying the belt before letting it pool at my feet.
“I don’t think I can make it up the stairs,” I say.
He lifts me, and I give myself over to his strong arms cradling my weight. When he sets me down, we’re in the living room. I thought that when this moment arrived, I’d go slow. Make love like I see in the movies, but as he kisses me again, I realize I don’t want gentle or slow.
Our kiss deepens and his tongue hungrily duels with mine until we’re gasping for air. Nathan teases my lower lip between his teeth, and I groan impatiently.
“I need you inside of me.” I’ve never yearned for anything more.
His hips jerk forward. “Free me.”
My fingers tremble as I sit on the sofa and reach for the waist of his pajama bottoms, dragging them across his hips and thighs. We both suck in a sharp breath as Nathan’s dick springs free. Letting the pants go to gather at his feet, I close my hands around his shaft.
“Fuck, Naomi…” His head falls back as my hands stroke his length from base to crown.
I savor each twitch from his dick, the moans of pleasure escaping his parted lips, and the pre-cum coating my palm. I had envisioned all of it, yet nothing comes close to experiencing Nathan.
His hips roll forward, fucking my fingers. With each thrust from his hips, my panties become more soaked.
Nathan grips my hair. “You make my cock hard and hungry.”
I lick my lips.
Nathan removes my hands and I whimper in disappointment until he says, “Put me in your mouth.”
Slowly, I lean forward. Needing to taste him, I envelop his crown between my lips and suck. Pre-cum floods my mouth and I swear it is the best thing I’ve tasted. Still holding my hair, he uses it like an anchor to guide my mouth lower onto his thick shaft until he’s in my throat. “Breathe, sweetheart.” He pulls his cock out, slick with ropes of my saliva until only the tip remains cocooned in warmth. I take two shallow breaths before he’s feeding me his dick again.
With each gentle thrust, I become more feverish. But to my disappointment, he withdraws from my mouth, his attention moves to disrobing me.
It isn’t long before I’m naked and his lips close over my puckered nipple. My breasts are heavy and aroused. He takes his time loving my body, discovering it, repeating the acts that ring a moan from my lips. My hands sink into his hair and he growls when my back arches, feeding more of my breast into his mouth.
Nathan’s mouth on my flesh is sweet torment.
“Nathan…” I didn’t want to come like this. I need him buried inside me as we both ride the waves to bliss.
The time it took to abandon one nipple and encircle the other is a small reprieve.
“Please!”
“Please what?” His teeth scrape the soft flesh of her breast, then underneath. “What are you begging for, Naomi?”
“Please, I need you inside of me.”
Nathan sits in the center of the sofa. “Straddle me.”
I did as I’m told. I’m quivering in anticipation and all I want is to sheath him.
Holding my gaze, Nathan runs his finger along my passage. “You make an alluring sight.” He circles my clit, electing a raspy gasp from me. “You’re drenched.”
I moan in agreement.
