Page 90 of Nave
“Try this,” he said.
My hands went to his knees, using them to balance as I started to ride him.
The position had his length pressing against my top wall, engaging my G-spot as I moved faster, harder, eager for more of the sensation.
Nave’s hands were all over me: sinking into my hips, running up and down my thighs, covering and teasing my breasts.
Every nerve was lit up at once, and I was knocked breathless by the sparks as I got closer and closer to that edge.
“That’s it. Come for me,” Nave demanded in my ear as my walls clenched hard around him.
With one more little rock of my hips, I did. My whole body shuddered, and I was sure I would have fallen if Nave hadn’t reached out and wrapped me up, keeping me close as the waves crashed through me again and again.
When I came back down, though, Nave was still hard inside of me.
His teeth nipped my neck as he got to his feet, still holding me against him.
“Not done with you yet,” he told me, turning, and pushing me forward until I was on all fours on the bed.
His hand massaged my ass as he moved in behind me.
With one long, slow thrust, he was inside me again, making me fold forward and moan into the sheets.
His movements stayed like that—slow and deep, making me achingly aware of each thick inch of him as he slowly drove us up.
“There you go,” he murmured as he got me right to the edge.
Then I came, moaning and trembling.
Nave slammed deep, coming with a deep groan.
We both fell into the bed afterward, bodies spent.
Nave’s hand rested on my ass, giving it a little pat.
“This was a nice surprise.”
I turned my head to look at him and gave him the truth. “I missed you.”
“Yeah?” he asked, his whole face going soft. “I missed you too.”
I don’t know which flipped harder, my belly or my heart. All I knew was I really liked the sensation.
“How long do I have you for?” he asked.
“How long do you want me?” I asked, feeling playful.
“Forever,” he said, and I swear my heart felt like it was big enough to break out of my chest. “But I meant for today.”
“Oh, in that case, so long as Ariah doesn’t call to say Edith misses me.”
“You set up a doggy babysitter for us?”
Us.
I really like the sound of that.
“I did.”
