Page 61 of Waiting Forever
His lips pull away from mine. “No bra, either?” He takes in my breasts. “Jesus. You’re never going on a date again. Unless it’s with me, only me.”
“Only you.” I slide my fingers into the short hair at the back of his neck and join his rhythmic hips.
This is how I pictured us being together. My insides clench and unclench as the friction of him between my legs grows faster and harder. Each time he rubs in that perfect spot, my moans go up an octave. If he doesn’t stop, I’ll orgasm.
“Nathan?” I pant. “If you want to…do it…do it fast…or else…”
He tosses me onto my back. My legs part, and he fills the space between them with his body. His mouth covers my sensitive nipples and he sucks on them until I’m writhing and moaning, barely able to breathe.
“Oh, God, Nathan. Yes. Please.”
He tears off my panties then takes his cock from his pants and rubs it between my folds. “You’re soaked. I love that you’re soaked for me.”
He brushes the head of his erection along my clit, sliding up and down, and does the same to my folds, mimicking sex but on the outside. His rhythm holds steady and fast as he repeats the pattern, driving me closer to ecstasy. His hands are all over my body, his mouth on my other breast. He bites my nipple.
I explode beneath him, screaming his name and pulling his hair. I’ve never reacted so out of control from an orgasm before, but then I’ve never been with someone who I wanted as much as Nathan.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.” He hisses and continues his rhythm. “I want inside you so badly but not here. I want our first time to be in our new place.”
If I weren’t already limp from my orgasm, I’d melt into the mattress from his words. Nathan slows and kisses my lips. “I love the way you sound when you come.”
“I love the way I feel when you make me come.”
His brows tighten. “I think that was a compliment.”
I give him a soft smack on the arm. “It was a compliment.” That’s when I realize he didn’t get to come. “What about you?”
He lies on his side, his weight shifted to the mattress, his head propped up by his hand. “I’ll be fine.”
“No way. This is a give-and-take relationship.” I sit up, my dress still around my waist.
His gaze rakes over my body and stops on my chest. He circles one of my nipples with his pointer finger and smiles. “I like seeing these red because of me.”
“You’re not the only one who’s good with his mouth.” I wince. “That didn’t come out right. I mean, it did but not how you might think. I haven’t used my mouth on a lot of guys.” Now I sound inexperienced. “What I mean is, my good friend, or myformergood friend—she had a sex-toy party in her dorm once and we learned how to, you know, with our mouths.”
He flashes a smile, his eyes bright. “You learned how to give head at a sex-toy party?”
I shrug a shoulder, a little embarrassed. “Yeah.”
“What’d you use for practice?”
My cheeks burn. “Dildos.”
His smile grows wider. “That is a sexy visual. Come here.” He palms the back of my neck and pulls me down to him for a kiss.
I don’t linger, intent on showing him what I learned. When I kiss my way down his body, he keeps his hand in my hair, his chest rising and falling fast as I make my way to his exposed erection. He’s even bigger close up. I hope I can open my mouth wide enough.
I start by licking his entire length, then twirl my tongue around the head. He hisses and moans and shifts his hips, losing control.
My dildo never responded like this—or at all. It’s a dildo I still happen to have but I’ve never used what I learned on anyone but Nathan.
By the time I’m done, Nathan is out of his mind, thrusting into my mouth and shouting my name as he comes.
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NATHAN DROPS THE towel he got from the bathroom onto the floor and zips up his jeans.
I cock a brow at him from where I sit on the bed, my back against the headboard. “You’re not leaving that there, are you?”
