Page 26 of Somewhere Only We Know
“Fuck,” Nate whispers as he adds another finger.
I feel impossibly full as I try to ride Nate’s fingers. He drops his legs and my knees fall open, spreading me even further for him.
“That’s it. What else, Bee?” he grits out.
I feel his hard erection against my back and I try to move against it, but his fingers in my pussy keep me from doing anything else.
“My breasts,” I whimper. “Touch them, please.”
Nate’s hand slides under my loose tank top and pulls down the flimsy bralette cup. His hand kneads at my breast and he kisses his way down my neck. I’m covered in Nate and it’s the most glorious feeling.
“Baby, you feel so good. Taking my fingers like you’ve done it hundreds of times,” Nate praises and I never thought I would like talking during this, but my body begs to differ. “God damn. Your pussy is squeezing the hell out of my fingers.”
I throw my head back and try to close my legs as I feel myself racing towards the end. But Nate lays his legs over my spread ones and continues his thrusting.
“Nate,” I cry out. Not sure why I’m crying out his name.
“You’re close. Tell me what you need, Bee.”
“Pinch my nipple,” I tell him.
“Look at me, J. I want your eyes on me when you come for the first time,” he orders and moves his fingers until he’s rolling the stiff bud between his fingers.
My head falls back and our eyes meet. Molten lava to black obsidian. All it takes is a pinch of my clit and nipple and then I’m falling. Mouth agape as my first orgasm slamsinto me. Nate works me through it, stroking my inner walls until my legs fall lax.
His fingers leave my body and I watch in my lust-filled gaze as he brings them to his mouth, holding eye contact as he cleans them off. Popping his fingers free one by one.
Feeling brave, I lift up and fuse my mouth to his. The musky scent and taste of me on his tongue has me twisting in his hold, wanting to get closer. Wanting more.
Nate slows down the kiss and pulls back. And what I see–or what I think I see, leaves me speechless. He grabs one of the blankets that’s hanging off the back of the couch and lays it over my exposed body.
My forehead scrunches, because this–I feel ready.
“You’re still not ready for me, Bee. Baby steps,” he tells me and challenges my thoughts.
I lay back in his arms with a huff and do my best to concentrate on the rest of the movie. His fingers travel up and down my arms in a soothing gesture. But Nate doesn’t touch me the way I want for the rest of the night. And when morning comes, his bags and car are packed ready to go back home.
Standing with him next to the driver’s side door, I refuse to let go. My arms are wrapped around his neck and his are wrapped around my waist. The early June sun is still rising and I wish I could hold onto him forever in this moment.
“Bee,” he starts and I grip on tighter with his laugh rumbling his chest. “I’ll be back in two weeks.”
“I know,” I pout.
He gently unwinds my arms from around his neck and I drop down from my tiptoes. “You’re going to be the best return to college homecoming,” he tells me.
“I know,” I repeat.
Nate’s smile at my response is blinding enough. He tipsmy chin up and kisses me slowly, pulling away when I try to take it further. I drop my hands from his body and watch as he gets in his car and rolls the window down.
“Bye, Bee,” he says after the car is started.
“Bye, Bub.”
He drives away with a swoosh and I count down the days until he returns.
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