Page 85 of Harmony

He grinds against me, my body responding by grinding against him.

Nate pulls back far enough to pull his boxers off, but then he’s right there. I feel him pressing against my core.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Hailee.”

He kisses against my ear as he slides inside me easily. I gasp when he’s fully seated. The feeling of being so full is euphoric. I hope I never get used to this feeling. Every time he slides inside, it feels like a new experience for me.

He starts to thrust in a slow pace, pressing kisses all over my face, down my jaw, and to my neck.

A sudden knock on the door makes him freeze.

“What?” Nate growls.

“Debriefing in the living room. I know she’s awake. We can hear her moans.”

My face turns red at Rocky’s words.

“Fuck you,” Nate calls out, thrusting back into me again.

I can’t help the throaty moan that escapes.

“Don’t make me break the door down, Nate.”

“Asshole.”

Nate quickens his pace, reaching down between us to thrum my clit.

“Come on, baby. Give me one more.”

He continues to slam into me, the burst of pleasure from the way his pelvic bone rubs against me. Rocky knocks on the door again, cursing at Nate, but I can’t focus on his words. The idea that he might walk in is equally thrilling as it would be embarrassing.

Nate shudders over me. “Fuck.”

He pinches my clit once before rubbing it hard, and I burst like a dam.

My eyes roll back as my body rolls with each wave. Then I feel warmth coat my stomach.

Breathing heavily, I pull my eyes open.

Nate is braced over me, his hand on his dick as it leaks fluid onto my stomach. My stomach that is now covered.

“Sorry, babe. I forgot a condom.”

He leans down, pressing a kiss to me before jumping up. He comes back a moment later with a towel. He wipes my stomach clean before pulling me up.

“You okay?”

“Better than okay, but shouldn’t I be asking you that?” I whisper.

He smiles. “I’m sure I will regret moving so much in a little bit but being inside you? Feeling you convulse around me? I could never regret that.”

Turning to his drawer, he grabs another T-shirt, handing it to me. “You might want to change.”

I look down and see the current shirt is wet on the bottom. I pull it off, tossing it to the floor. Then I pull the new one over.

This time, I accept his offer for a pair of sweats, rolling them up and tying them as tight as I can. They are still a little bit too big, but they will work.

Nate kisses my forehead as he heads to the door.

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