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In this private space, something shifts within me. This is more profound than mere attraction or chemistry; it’s a bone-deep trust.
In just a short time, he has done so much for me. He makes me feel seen in a way I haven’t experienced before, and he seems so genuinely invested in my happiness, it inspires something in me—a desire to meet him in that same place.
I don’t feel pressured. This isn’t about obligation or owing him anything. It’s a choice I want to make. A gift I want to give.
I want him to feel as cherished as he makes me feel.
“Nate…” My voice is barely above a whisper, but he hears me. His blue eyes soften, curiosity flickering in them as he waits.
“You’ve been so generous with me…” I begin, words spilling out inthe same breathless rhythm as my heartbeat. “Youseeme…and you make me feel so safe. I… I want to show you how much that means to me. I want to choose you back, Nate. Not just with words.”
His gaze darkens, his grip on my waist tightening. I take a deep breath to steady myself before I lose my nerve. Without breaking eye contact, I drop to my knees before him, fingers finding the buckle of his belt. I meet his gaze and, echoing his question from the garden, I softly ask, “May I?”
His eyes widen slightly, a glimmer of surprise mingling with something almost vulnerable—a flicker of raw emotion he rarely allows me to see.
“As if I could ever deny you,” he rasps, his voice rough with need.
It emboldens me, and I make quick work of undoing the buckle and moving to the button of his pants. His cock responds immediately, hardening as it stirs to life. I lick my lips as I pull his zipper down taking out his rigid shaft. Like the rest of him, it is a sight to behold—long and thick. I eagerly wrap both hands around it, giving it long, slow strokes.
Then, I lick a slow line along the underside of his cock, and I hear his sharp hiss of pleasure above me. Exhilarated, I take him into my mouth, letting him fill me until I can’t breathe through anything but the heat between us.
He’s a mouthful already, but I try my hardest to relax and take him deeper.
One of his hands threads through my hair while the other cradles my face. “You look so beautiful like this baby.”
Baby.
The combination of the praise and the endearment makes my toes curl. I moan, drawing him deeper, letting my throat stretch to take him.
He pulls out just enough for me to suck on his tip, swallowingthe beads of precum that leak from his cock. Then, he pushes back in, nearly to the back, and I whimper around him.
“Does this feel okay, baby?” He asks. Looking up at him, I nod. “Do you want me to continue?” I nod again, moving my tongue to urge him on.
He groans, and his hand tightens in my hair. “I’m going to thrust now, baby. If it’s too much, just tap my leg and I’ll stop.” He pushes in and pulls back out again.
In response, I reach out to cup his heavy balls and lean in, taking him to the back of my throat and pushing through the burn.
As he begins fucking my mouth, the heat in my core intensifies. I’m soaking through my panties, every inch of me vibrating with need.
Nathaniel, who is always in control, looks anything but. His beautiful face is contorted in pleasure and I feel a deep satisfaction knowing that I am the one responsible. But just as he seems close to going over the edge, he uses his grip on my hair to drag my mouth off his cock.
Fighting the urge to whine at the sudden loss, I look at him with watery eyes. He groans at the sight. “Baby, if you don’t want me to cum in your mouth, you need to tell me now. Because when you wrap your pretty lips around my cock again, I won’t be able to stop.”
“Feed it to me,” I whisper, keeping my gaze on him as I lean forward and take him back in my mouth. I start to suck hard and moments later, ropes of his release hit the back of my throat in warm bursts.
Nathaniel’s hands tangle in my hair, tugging slightly in the most delicious way as his body jerks. I can’t take my eyes off his face. From down here, he looks like god looming over me—proud and perfect, yet falling apart, just for me.
“Fuck, baby, fuck,” he chants as I hollow my cheeks and swallow.
“Jesus, Olivia.” His dick twitches one last time, and then he pulls my head back until he slides out of my mouth. His hands leave my hair, and he reaches under my arms to gently pull me up.
“Thank you, baby.” Nathaniel presses my body against his, and I melt into his touch. “You were perfect.” Then, his lips are on mine, sucking down my panting breaths, his tongue tangling with mine, unbothered that the taste of him is still there.
His hands trail down my sides to the waistline of my pants.
I break the kiss and look into his eyes. “You don’t owe me anything, Nate. That was foryou.”
“I know,” he replies as he spins me around. One arm goes around my rib cage, holding me against his body. “But how can I leave my girl wanting?”
