Page 74 of Somewhere Only We Know
I hook my hands onto where his arms cross and place a kiss on his forearm. “It’s like you know your wife.”
Nate places several kisses on my neck that make me giggle. “I do.”
Exhaustion hits me and I try to stifle my yawn, but Nate notices.
“Let’s take a nap and then we can get an early dinner.”
“In our airplane clothes?” I ask with a sneer, because that’sgross.
Nate walks over to the bed and stands at the foot, taking his sweatshirt off and revealing the results of his workouts and suddenly I’m not so tired anymore. “I won’t complain if you take your clothes off.” His point is emphasized by his joggers sliding down his toned legs.
I’m not ashamed of my body. My workouts do what they need to do. But where he’s hard, I’m soft. Nate makes me feel sexy even in week old sweatpants and hair I tossed in a bun for the third day in a row. I make work by pulling off my hoodie, leaving me in a black cotton bralette. I keep my eyes on Nate’s as I drop my pants revealing matching black underwear. His jaw flutters and I see a swallow work its way down his throat. I erase the few steps between us and push him back on the bed. He falls and bounces a couple of times and I don’t miss the swell of his dick in his briefs.
Nate’s narrowed eyes follow my movement as I walk around to the other side and get under the covers. Clearly leaving him high and dry. When I get situated, I do my best to hide my amusement at his confused state.
“Good night.” I say and turn on my side to face the unobstructed ocean view.
The bed moves as Nate gets into gear, finally joining me under the covers. I’ll admit that my heart is pounding as we’re sharing a bed for the first time since Vegas. Self-preservation is a bitch and all I want to do is share a bed and a house with my husband. But he’s leaving for springtraining in less than a month. I don’t want to get used to a warm body and then go back to sleeping alone.
“You know I was thinking.” Nate says when he cuddles up to me. Sliding his arm around my waist and pulling me closer so we’re connected to each other from head to toe. “That this could be treated as a pre-honeymoon.”
“You’re thinking long game,” I pant out as his hands start to wander over my bare skin. My breathing has become embarrassingly loud at the bit of contact. “I like it a lot.”
“Yeah?” he asks as if he doesn’t know.
I turn in his arms before my body turns to jelly from his caressing and he meets my lips in a burning kiss. Nate’s groan vibrates through my body and down to my toes. He surrounds me and I drop my leg as he moves and rests cradled between my thighs. The feel of his heavy erection pressing into my center has my breath skipping as I moan into our kiss. Nate takes advantage and licks into my mouth. Our tongues swirl as the heat between us builds to an inferno. My hands roam over his naked skin. The warmth of him under my fingertips. The dips and bulges of the muscles in his back. Nate’s body is carved to perfection and he’s all mine.
“I can’t wait any longer. I don’t wanna wait any longer.” I tell him when I break the kiss, pulling in some much needed oxygen. “I know you’re once again waiting for the perfect moment. And under any other circumstances I would find that romantic. But I want to have sex with my husband.”
Nate’s eyes darken with desire and the look is like a signal to my pussy. “Okay, wife. Take off my briefs.”
My hands hook into the waistband of his briefs and when I can no longer reach, I use my feet to shove them the rest of the way down his body. I encircle my hand around his thicklength and pump him a few times. Nate drops his head to the crook of my neck groaning, thrusting into my hand as I continue to work him up. His lips latch onto my neck, sucking and licking as I swirl my thumb over the tip, smearing the pre-cum and using that to ease my hand pumping him. My body is suddenly left cold as Nate abruptly sits up, taking his warmth and the sheets with him. While I may have dressed for comfort in simple black cotton underwear and matching bralette, Nate makes me feel like I’m wearing the most expensive set I own as his gaze devours me.
His hands fall to my waist and trail down to the waistband of my underwear. I notice his hands shaking the same way my heart is threatening to burst out of my chest, but I don’t tease him for it. It’s clear we’re both nervous. This is our first time together. The big step in consummating our marriage. I drop my hands on his and his eyes meet mine. In the moment, my breath is stolen and he gives me a smile. One that’s only reserved for me. A smile that makes my heart want to run laps from the pure glee it feels. My underwear slides down my hips and thighs, baring me to him. I lift my legs as Nate slides them down my ankles and past my feet, throwing the fabric behind him.
I choke on a gasp as one of his hands keeps my legs in the air and the other traces the seam of my pussy.
“So wet for me baby.” I moan as he slides a finger inside of me. “You feel better than I remember.” Nate drops my legs and sucks his fingers that are coated in my juices into his mouth and then he swears, looking up at the ceiling.
“What’s wrong?” I manage to ask.
“I don’t have a condom. Jax, I didn’t expect for this to happen.”
“It’s okay.” I tell him.
“No it’s not. I’m a planner, you know this.”
“Nate, baby. I promise it’s okay.” I pull him by the gold chain necklace he’s been wearing since college. “And I’ll tell you why.”
I hear Nate’s swallow as the tip of his cock brushes against my clit. “Why is that?”
“I have a birth control implant that’s good for another three years.”
Nate is silent for a few seconds and I’m wondering if I broke him. “Are you saying…”
“That I’m protected? Yes. I got tested after my ex and I broke up, so I’m clean.”
“Same.”
