Page 33 of Somewhere Only We Know
“Yes.” I tell him and hold his eye contact.
He bites back a smile and places a kiss on my t-shirt covered stomach. “For this to work, I need you to tell me what feels good.”
I nod my head. “Okay.”
Nate sits up on his knees and drags his hands to the waistband of my shorts. “May I?”
“Yes,” I say, even though I’m beyond nervous. Him touching me with his fingers was one thing. But using his mouth? That sends my nerves into overdrive.
Nate drags my shorts down and I lift my hips before they’re flying off my legs. He falls forward and kisses me thoroughly before he’s sliding my shirt up. Giving my body attention until he’s sliding back down the bed. Nate places kisses on my inner thighs, sliding up until he’s moving to the other one. Driving me up and pulling me back.
“Nathan,” I groan.
“Yes, Bee?” the cheeky bastard asks.
“Stop teasing me.”
“Okay.” He says and licks me from bottom to top.
I moan my approval as he teases me with small licks at my entrance and stiff licks against my clit. My hips swivel trying to chase the friction, something, anything that my body is craving.
“Spread your legs wider for me, baby.” Nate says before he’s diving in and making my hips lift off the bed. I feel his fingers enter me and his mouth plays with my clit. “What feels good?” he asks with the huskiest voice I’ve heard from him.
“That.” I choke out as he flicks my clit with his tongue. “Definitely that,” I whimper when he sucks it into his mouth. Mimicking the action of kissing me there. “Oh, God,” I say as he pushes his fingers inside me again. “That feels so good.”
“What else? Harder, faster, slower, softer?” He asks as he drops kisses on my thighs. “Less fingers, more fingers, tongue? You tell me, J.”
“I liked what you were doing,” I start.
“Liked?”
“Love what you were doing,” I tell him and my breath catches as he drops his mouth back to my pussy. “And another finger.” I say and gasp as he groans against me but adds a third finger and I feel deliciously full. “That. Oh, that feels so fucking good.”
“You feel so fucking good, Bee,” Nate praises.
He works my body and listens to my cues, licking and sucking, bringing my body closer and closer to the edge.
“Relax, baby,” Nate instructs. “Let me make you feel good.”
I blow out a breath and unclench my body. Nate begins to work my body like an instrument. Using his fingers andmouth to wrench my pleasure from me, my breathing comes in pants and my body coils ready to spring.
“Scream my name when you come, Bee.”
Nate curls his fingers and my body is weak to the motion. I scream his name when I let go. His mouth stays fused to my pussy as my orgasm slams into me. My hand falls to the back of his head as I rub myself against his mouth for the friction. When my body falls from the high, I fall back onto the comforter and stare up at the ceiling boneless and breathless. Nate places a kiss on top of my mound and crawls up my body.
“Thank you.” He says when he settles next to me and takes me into his arms.
“Shouldn’t I be thanking you?”
“No. Thank you for letting me be the first you experience this with.”
I place a kiss on his chest and lay back down. “The pleasure is all mine.”
We fall into a fit of giggles. What I thought would be awkward silence, Nate makes me more at ease with him in my half-nakedness than anyone ever could. And if our need for each other continues, then maybe he’ll stop planning and finally be my first.
That is if I don’t die from sexual frustration.
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