Page 26 of Tempting the Player
He’s altered his arrangements with his parents so that they have Lucia at the same time Pat has Jess on the weekend. Instead of his parents having her every Saturday night, they now have her every other weekend, on Friday and Saturday nights, so we can have alone time.
Last weekend, when we were child-free, it was great waking up together on Saturday morning. He woke me up early, made me come with his hands and his mouth, and I returned the favour. He told me we were going to Blackpool for the day. We got the train and went to a few pubs for drinks, and the sun was shining. We had such a great time. I felt guilty for not taking the girls, but he promised me that we would bring them back there in a few weeks.
I've fallen for him, hook, line, and sinker. I knew I would when I gave him a chance - that’s why I was reluctant. I knew that he would have total control over my feelings. I was right, I'm a gonner. He’s on my mind constantly. When I get a text from him, I get a warm, fuzzy feeling from seeing his name on my phone. See? Gonner. I’m sure he has feelings for me too - the way he looks at me sometimes - it’s like he only sees me and no one else. Whatever his feelings are for me, I can't help but be head over heels in love with him already. It’s scary, but it feels great at the same time. . . only time will tell if he feels the same way.
So... back to NO sex. It is driving mecrazy. I know he wants me, that is something you can’t hide! We’ve fooled around plenty, but he holds back. He’s proved his point now – he wants me for more than sex, I get it – now give it up already!
I need him… need him inside me. I know how good it is, and I want that feeling again - I want that connection with him. He’s pushed me too far now, I'm attacking him tonight! I've gone all out with a cunning plan. It's Friday night, and Jess’s dad has picked her up. I've bought sexy underwear and a nightie, and I've lit lots of candles around the room to create the mood. I've put on soft music and have made a casserole in the slow cookerfor later. He thinks he’s coming for dinner and a DVD, but he is not… tonight I pounce!
I've done my hair, put on a little makeup but keeping it mostly natural – everything has been shaved and I meaneverything. . . totally bare, see if that sparks a reaction, and now I'm in my sexy black thong with a negligee that stops at the top of my thigh with black lace edging, its sheer so that you can see through it and the part that coves my breasts is lace so you can see my nipples through it. I've put on my highest ‘fuck me’ heels I can find. If this doesn’t work, nothing will. By now, I would have gotten a complex that he didn't want to have sex with me, but he has a rock-hard erection pretty much all the time we’re alone. I'm done with him respecting me now – I want him to be bad. I've closed the curtains and I'm sitting on the couch with my feet up, crossed at the ankles, waiting for him to come in. I'm turned on already, with anticipation alone.
I'm expecting him, but I still jump out of my skin when the door goes. When he enters the living room, he stops dead in his tracks and stares at me.
“Hi, honey . . . you’re home.” I say to him in a sing-song voice inwardly, nervously, wondering if I've got the guts to go through with this.
His mouth falls open as I stand up, and he takes me in from head to toe. Then, he looks around the dimly lit room, with candles lit, as if he’s just landed on another planet.
“So…” I start, glad right about now that I’d had a drink for courage. “I'm tired of you respecting me, and I want you to fuck me now.” His eyes snap back to mine. He still hasn’t said a word.
“You want me tofuckyou?” he asks, his voice barely audible.
“If you can manage that, honey?” I say sweetly.
He strides to me and stops about six inches away, still not touching me.
He swallows. “I have never seen anything so fucking beautiful in all my life. I am one lucky bastard. Just so you know, Kate, I will never forget that I'm a lucky bastard . . . ever.”
He slowly brushes my breast with his fingers, making my nipple immediately rise to a stiff peak. I take in a sharp breath and look at him. My eyes are half-closed with lust.
“I never want to forget this image right now - sexy as hell in this outfit, and that look on your face that says you want me inside you.”
“I do . . . I want you inside me now, I can’t wait any longer . . . you’ve proved your point.”
He hooks under my legs and lifts me, carrying me upstairs, “This first time is going to be hard and it’s probably going to be quick, but then I've got all night to take my time with you.”
He enters my room and lays me on the bed. I hope he realises the significance of us doing this at my house - every time we’ve spent the night together, we’ve done it at his place, I haven’t wanted to do that at my house until I was sure, it’s mine and Jessica’s space - I didn’t want him in it if he wasn’t a permanent fixture. Still, I'm done being scared. I want him as a permanent fixture.
I lean up on my elbows to watch him undress as he peels off his t-shirt, unfastens his belt and jeans, and pushes them down. He kicks his shoes off with his socks and discards his jeans. He’s stood before me naked . . . rock hard . . . beautiful. I have never said that about a man, but standing before me now, he is beautiful.
“You’re leaving this on while I fuck you . . . you’re only losing the knickers.” He says his voice is gruff.
I nod and gulp, shivering with anticipation, my body burning for him to touch it.
He lowers himself on top of me and presses his erection into my groin, lowering his head to take my nipple in his mouth, through my nightdress.
“Fuck . . . I want you so much. Are you sure about this?”
“Nate, if you don’t do it now, I swear to God I'm going to dump you!”
He laughs throatily and slides his hand inside my knickers. He inserts two fingers in me, and his eyes widen, “You’re dripping wet already.”
“You’ve made me wait weeks,” I whisper, my cheeks burning. There is pressure and then a snap, he’s ripped my knickers off and discarded them, before I have time to protest about my new underwear, his cock at my opening, just there... teasing me, my torn underwear forgotten.
He bends to kiss me hard, passionately. I return the kiss with urgency, my tongue meeting his, grabbing on the back of his head to pull him into me. I widen my legs and wrap them around him. The edge of his erection nudges at my opening, I lift my bottom off the bed to welcome his weight, and he surges into me quickly, filling me to the hilt. He’s so big.
“Oh hell, Nate… ahhhh… YES! That feels so good!”
His hips are still, he’s just inside me, filling me, not moving. His eyes are closed. I wiggle my hips and clench around him, trying to get him to move - he’s driving me crazy.
