Page 58 of Inside Silence
That then led me to bring up my house, which I bought for a steal a year and a half ago with the idea of doing the necessary renovations in my spare time. I thought it would be fun to tackle by myself and turn the house into my vision.
The reality is, I haven’t even started pulling the screws and nails the previous owners left in the walls. Every day, the laundry list of work that needs to be done becomes more overwhelming, which is why, when Nate offered to take a look and help me come up with a plan, I was all over the idea.
Fatigue soon took over and when I couldn’t stop yawning, Nate suggested I stay the night. Maybe against better judgment I stayed, but I knew the moment I was by myself, the full weight of my responsibilities would come down on me like a ton of bricks, making sleep impossible like it has been most of the weekend.
If you don’t count the goodnight kiss and the large hand cupping my breast all night, it was all very innocent. I also slept like a log, which hasn’t happened in a while.
So, despite the early morning hour, I am wide awake and very aware of Nate’s morning erection pressing against my ass cheeks.
“Good morning to you too,” I whisper.
I can feel his responding groan against the back of my neck as he snuggles in even deeper. When I press my ass against his groin, his hold on me tightens.
“You know I’m gonna need to fuck you now,” he mumbles in my hair, rocking his hips against me suggestively.
“Didn’t you say Doc told you to take it easy for a week?” I question him playfully.
“That was about work. This wouldn’t be work, it would be pure pleasure, baby.”
“But it may be too strenuous for you. It’s been a long time; we can wait another week or so.”
His displeased growl almost makes me laugh out loud.
“Or…” I tease him, drawing out the word as I turn around in his arms. “You could just let me do all the work.”
His heavy-lidded eyes sparkle with a combination of humor and heat. Lifting his head, he covers my mouth with his, waking up every last one of my senses. Then he rolls on his back and scoots up so his back is against the headboard.
“Fucking great idea.”
His move puts me at eye level with his belly button, which is why—since I’m already halfway there—I move down first.
He hisses when I shimmy his boxers down his hips, the elastic band brushing the sensitive head of his engorged cock. I watch his expression through my lashes as I slowly lick the bead of precum from the tip before sliding him between my lips.
I work him with my mouth and hand until I see the tendons in his neck stand out prominently with the strain of trying to stave off an orgasm. I’m as ready as he is as I quickly slip off my panties and swing a leg over his hips, leaning forward to kiss his eager mouth.
One of his hands grabs hold of my hip while the other slips between my legs, testing my slick center.
“My God, how beautiful you are,” he mutters, looking up at me with an almost surprised expression on his face. “I’d almost forgotten.”
“Hold yourself steady,” I suggest, waiting for him to wrap his hand around the base of his cock.
I shift until I feel his crown brush my core and with a deep groan, sink down to the root. I need a moment to allow my tissues to accommodate him, but I revel in the way he stretches me. This man fills me like he was made to fit my body.
“You have to move, baby,” he urges me.
It takes me a moment to find my rhythm, but soon I settle into a steady bounce and grind motion that stimulates all the right spots. When I drop my head back and give in to my body, Nate sits up, and with a hand in the center of my back he keeps me close as he latches on to one of my breasts.
He doesn’t need to touch me anywhere else, with his cock buried inside me and the heat of his mouth around my nipple, I can feel this man in every cell of my body.
When I come, it’s with a force that overwhelms all my senses and robs me of air. I’m nothing more than a rag doll draped over him, as I feel his powerful release pump inside me.
It takes at least a full five minutes before I can even manage a breathless, “Wow.”
He does little more than grunt, his heart still racing under my cheek.
When we finally untangle, I grab another quick shower, get dressed—thank goodness for a uniform that makes it a little less obvious I didn’t spend the night at home—and follow the smell of coffee downstairs and into the kitchen.
“Good morning,” he rumbles, pulling me close for a hard kiss on my lips.
