Page 51 of Tempting the Player
“Wait, what if there’s something wrong . . . you have to have a scan.”
“There’s nothing wrong, babe, and the part of me I need to work for this is working just fine.” He grabs my hand to place it on his crotch, where he is already rock solid. I move my hand up and down, stroking his shaft on the outside of his shorts. He throws his head back and groans. I love that I can do this to him.He pushes me backwards slightly until I'm lying on my back with my feet dangling over the edge, and he sinks to his knees. My heart skips a beat as I figure out what he’s going to do.
“Nate, you can’t do that here!” as he hooks my knickers from under my skirt, and slides them down my thighs.
“The hell I can’t, it’s been too long since I tasted you, Kate, I need to eat you now.” Moisture pools between my thighs at his words.
“Oh shit.” I breathe and lie back, I'm too old to be doing stuff like this on a bloody hospital bed, but I can't stop - I don’t want to stop. His mouth is on me. He parts my folds and licks along the middle. He takes my clit in his mouth and sucks on it, my hips buck off the bed, and my hand automatically comes to rest on the back of his head.
“Fuck, Nate… yeah, more.”
He mumbles, “Jesus, you taste good. I never forgot how you tasted.” His tongue fills me, and I cry out. He breaks off, lifting his head. “Shhh, or you're gonna get us thrown out. Plus Olly’s out there – I don’t want him to hear what you sound like when you come. Can you do this quietly?”
I huff, “Probably not, but I’ll try to keep it down.”
His head goes back down, and he eats me, it’s like he’s hungry and he can’t get enough, like he’s enjoying himself, which turns me on more.
“I need you inside me, Nate,” I pant “now... or I'm gonna come and want to come with your cock inside me.”
He stands and pushes his shorts and his jockstrap down enough to free himself. My legs are parted with my heels resting on the bed. The hospital bed is high enough that he’s at the right height for entering me - he grabs my hips and rams into me hard. I grab a pillow and put it over my head to cover my moans, and he laughs throatily. He draws out slowly and fills me again quickly. I come out from the pillow and watch himstanding there as he pounds into me again and again, he glances down to watch us where we join, “Shit Kate... this looks fucking amazing.” His eyes are hooded, full of lust, urgency and love.
“Faster, Nate . . . I'm close.”
“Me too,” he pants and picks up speed, practically losing control but holding on. His thumb rubs my clit, sending me over the edge.
“Oh god . . . I love you, Nate... God, yes! Ohhhhh.”
I come, clenching around him and milking his cock, sending him over the edge.
“Oh Kate, Jesus, fuck . . . you feel so fucking good,” he rasps as he pours into me. He eventually slows and pulls out. He leans over me, the top of me and puts his weight on me.
“I've missed that.” He grins
I grin back, “Me too.”
His eyes soften, “I'm not letting this go again – you - any of it. Me, you, and the girls - we come first now above everything. The A-team. Yeah?”
I nod and smile softly at him. “Sounds good.”
He smiles, “Good, come on, get cleaned up before you get me thrown out of here.”
He arranges his underwear and shorts so that it seems like nothing happened.
“Tonight, we do that properly . . . slowly, all night, naked.”
I stop on my way to the bathroom and turn around, going to him and putting my arms around his neck, pulling his head down to mine and kissing him. I kiss him slowly and deeply, so there's no mistaking that I want to do that tonight too.
Epilogue
Three years later.
“Hey, calm down, babe, it's fine . . Everything will be fine.” Nathan says softly to me, holding my hand as the sonographer puts the cold gel on my belly. Twenty weeks pregnant with twins. Oh yes . . . twins . . . that was a big shocker at my twelve-week scan. The girls came with us and were screaming with excitement when they found out. Nate and I stared at each other in shock. We’re still in shock, but we’ve calmed down a little, it's had time to sink in - now we’re over the moon. I'm the worrier, the one that worries how we'll do everything with two babies, Nate’s the laid back one that says no matter what, we’ll manage.’ and we will. The girls are eight now, they're so excited about these babies, that I won't get a look in!
The sonographer speaks up, “I’ll do the checks, and when I've confirmed everything is good, we’ll get your daughters in, OK?”
I nod, and she places the wand on my belly and begins the scan. Nathan kisses me on the forehead, his face filled with pure love and tenderness.
He toys with the gold band on my wedding finger. I can tell he’s remembering our perfect day last year when we got hitched, in front of all the people we loved. My now mother-in-law, Simone, is outside with the girls, waiting to come in.
