Page 158 of Boyfriend of the Hour
Nathan choked in response. “Jesus. Joni?—”
I reached up and pulled him to me for a kiss, sucking on his bottom lip.
“You can let go now,” I told him. “I can take it.”
Nathan surged forward on a groan. His hands found mine, pinning them to the bed as he really began to move, transformed into the beast I never knew he could be.
“Joni,” he said as he thrust harder and harder still. “Fuck,Joni!”
“Give it to me,” I begged, head thrashing from side to side.
“You’ll take it,” he grunted, working harder now, every muscle flexing as he worked my body mercilessly. “Fucking takeme!”
Then he was gone, and I moaned until he flipped me over in quick, efficient movements, then entered me from behind in one harsh thrust. Again. And again. Deeper still. Impossibly deeper.
I grabbed for pillows, bedding, anything to help me brace against his onslaught. But there was only Nathan, his heavy weight covering my body, one hand reaching between my legs, finding that spot he’d already worshiped with his tongue.
“Does it feel good?” he demanded. “Does my dick feel fucking good to you?”
I couldn’t answer. I couldn’t even think. All I could do was feel the onslaught of sensations. The teeth scraping my neck, the fingers toying with my clit, another torturing my nipple as he pounded harder and harder still.
“Fuck,” Nathan gritted out. “Fuck, I’m going to come. Fuck, I’m going to come so. Fucking. Hard.”
As it happened, his words were my undoing. My body stretched and tensed at the same time, taking him as far as he could go as I exploded around him on a shout.
Nathan roared as he surged forward, caging me to the mattress as we both shook out long, blinding orgasms. Our bodies quivered in time, pulsing, shocked by the intensity of pleasure.
I wasn’t sure where he started and I left off.
I wasn’t sure where I was.
I wasn’t even sure of my name.
And at that moment, I doubted he knew his either.
Gradually, the room came back into focus. A cool breeze feathered over my back as Nathan pulled out and disposed of the condom. When he came back, I was turned in his arms, my noodle limbs wrapped around his as he pulled me into his chest, where I could feel his heart still thumping against my cheek.
His mouth rested in my hair, which he lightly stroked. “Are you…okay?”
I almost didn’t register his question, but when I did, I almost laughed. “Am Iokay?”
“Yes.” He angled his head back so he could look at me. “Please answer. I don’t generally lose control that way.”
He was genuinely concerned.
I touched my nose to his. “I am more than okay, babe. I am swimming in a pool of bliss.” I kissed him for good measure. “You can lose control like that any time you want.”
Nathan relaxed, and I went back to resting on his chest.
“I didn’t know,” he said as he stroked my hair. “I didn’t know it could be that way.”
My heart was still beating in my head, thoughts jumbled. Faces flashed through my mind. Other people. Other partners. Even Shawn, whose early kisses and touches and so much more had shaped my sexuality so thoroughly that, at one point, I had felt hostage to his knowing touch, wondered if anyone would ever know my body the same way.
They all splintered in my mind’s eye, rendered dust by what had just happened.
“Maybe it’s only like that for us,” I said and knew it to be true.
I ignored the fear stabbing my heart when I realized what that meant.
