Page 83 of Waiting Forever
“Nathan, please. I’ll do anything.”
“Anything?” He quirks a brow.
“Yes.” I don’t even care in this moment.
“Take off your clothes.”
They’re still on? Guess I was caught up more than I realized. I strip at once, tossing my shorts and shirt onto the floor.
Nathan stands and unbuttons his jeans but pauses at the sight of me naked and waiting on my back. An appreciative grin spreads across his face. “Remind me to bring the toys out after a heavy make-out session the next time.”
“No way. I love that thing.” I point to the rubber device still attached to his finger. “Now get back here.” I run my hands down and up my thighs.
Nathan’s gaze turns intense, desire blazing from his eyes. “Touch your breasts,” he murmurs.
I’ve never done that in front of someone before and only a handful of times when I masturbated. Despite the sudden nerves tightening my muscles, I want to do this for Nathan. He’s so experienced and unashamed. He adores me. I have no reason to be shy.
Inhaling a breath of courage, I glide my hands up my stomach to my breasts and caress each.
Nathan hisses a curse and licks his lips. “Rub your nipples.”
Instead of overthinking it, I do as he says, brushing my thumb across the tight buds.
Nostrils flaring, Nathan shreds himself of his remaining clothes and climbs onto the bed. He takes my wrists, stretches them above my head, and devours my nipples.
Holy shit. This man is talented with his tongue. I buck and squirm beneath him. Then he takes me by surprise and runs the vibrating finger massager across the sensitive bud of my right breast.
It slides easily from the wetness left over by his tongue. He makes small circles, skyrocketing me back to the verge of an orgasm.
“Nathan?” I pant as he kisses and sucks on my other breast. “I need you inside me. Now. Please.”
He lifts his head, his eyes alight. “I’m not even close to being done with you. But we can always go for round two and three.” He kisses my lips and lifts off me.
The absence of his body heat sends chills through me. I almost follow him, just to be touching his warm skin.
He takes a condom from the nightstand.
“I’m on the Pill, Nathan.” I sit up. “You’re clean, right?” My mouth has been on his dick more than once. I think he would have mentioned beforehand if he wasn’t.
“Yeah. I get tested regularly and did an additional time recently just to be sure. I didn’t want you to worry, though. I know my past bothers you.” His gaze casts downward.
I touch his chin and lift his face until his eyes connect with mine. “I trust you.” I kiss him. “I want to feel you inside me. No barriers. Not for us.”
In an instant, he has me lying on the bed, his body wedged between my spread legs. His erection presses against my folds. He rocks his hips, gliding his length between them. His mouth devours my lips, his tongue mimicking sex.
I grab the back of his hair and hold him to me, while wrapping my legs around his waist.
Part of this feels like an out-of-body experience, because it’s me and Nathan and when we touch it’s the most natural harmony, like knowing all the words to a song when you never memorized the lyrics.
Nathan reaches between my legs and slips his vibrating finger into me, finding my inner G-spot with ease—and oh, wow! “I wish you had two of those things,” I murmur around my panting breath. “One for the outside and one for the inside.”
“Fuck. Kensi. Those words from your lips.” His tongue slides into my mouth with a searing kiss and then he’s nipping at my neck and traveling south. He sucks my left nipple into his mouth, his breathing loud and fast and hot against my skin.
He removes his finger. If I weren’t so ready to be filled by him, I’d beg him to put it back.
Nathan grabs himself and watches as he slides the head of his cock over my wetness. “You’re soaked. I fucking love that. It will make it easier for me to fit.” His gaze lifts to mine. “Are you ready?”
“I’ve been ready, waiting for you to see me, to want me.”
