Page 84 of Waiting Forever
Tenderness warms his eyes. He lowers onto me, the head of his erection ready to penetrate. “I’ve always seen you, always wanted you, Kensi. I love you.” He thrusts into me, his massive length gliding in with ease, filling me completely despite his size. His gaze never leaves mine.
Finally we’re one, and it’s better than I could have imagined. I stare into his eyes as he pulls out to the head and thrusts into me again. “Did you hear me? I love you. Only you. No one else.” Each statement is punctuated with another thrust.
Every part of me is aware of him,feelshim, is lost to him. I claw at his back, trying to draw him closer, wanting more, needing more. He’s everywhere and I think I’m going to come from his words alone.
He kisses my cheek and then my lips. The taste is salty from my tears. “Am I hurting you?” Nathan murmurs and eases himself from me a little.
My muscles clench his erection, attempting to draw him back inside me. “No. I’m happy. So happy.” I kiss his lips. “I love you, too. I always have. It’s only ever been you. No one else.”
We fall into a slow rhythm, our gazes locked as I surrender to the moment. Slowly, the pressure in my core builds again.
Nathan, so in tune with me, picks up the pace, rocking harder and faster. He slips the vibrating finger between us and rubs my clit. Like that, I explode, clenching around his length while he plows into me, intensifying the orgasm and making it last longer.
I’ve never screamed so loudly in my life. The pleasure bomb that went off inside took everything from me.
Lifeless, I lay on the mattress while Nathan purrs against my lips. “Can I finish, or do you want me to wait?” He kisses me gently.
I smile but it’s lazy, my energy still drained. “Have your way with me. I’m yours for the taking.”
He hisses. “That fucking mouth.” With one sweep, Nathan flips me onto my stomach and plunges into me from behind. His body covers mine, though I suspect the majority of his weight is on his arm or side because he’s not crushing me.
For a moment, I lie there enjoying this new position until he reaches under me and presses his vibrating finger to my clit. That’s all it takes for adrenaline to spread through me, my core desperate and needy again.
I turn my head and reach for him, my mouth open, ready for his kiss. He is more than happy to oblige, his tongue licking and tangling with mine.
Somehow this position feels like we’re even more connected. His big body covers me, fills me, owns me. I love it.
He moves his hand to my breast, pinches and circles the nipple with his quivering gadget. I can’t hold back, rocking up to meet his thrusts.
“Oh, God. Nathan. Harder. I’m so close.” I don’t know how it’s possible. I’ve always been a one-and-done girl but if I don’t orgasm again, I might die of frustration and disappointment.
Nathan is like crack to me, or maybe a potato chip…considering I’ve never tried crack. One taste and you can’t stop. You need another and another until you’ve annihilated the entire bag.
Gripping my hips, Nathan pulls me upright and onto my knees. Our bodies remain connected as his hands roam every inch of my slickened skin.
He turns my face, claims my mouth, and pumps into me like the sex god he is. He pinches my nipple and rubs the pulsing toy between my legs. I am consumed by him, his scent, moans, thrusts, size, hands, tongue. Everything I have belongs to him.
This time when I come, Nathan does, too. His fingers dig into my hip as he lets go, calling my name and releasing into me.
We collapse onto the bed, two sweaty, exhausted bodies. Again, he finds a way not to crush me. He’s still inside me and although the girth and length of him has me tender, nothing could make me separate from him.
32
Kensington
“WAS IT A good birthday?” Nathan winks at me through the bathroom mirror. A towel covers his lower half, his muscular chest and ropes of abs sprinkled with water.
“Apart from the soreness between my legs, which was well worth it, I’d have to say yes.” I exit the shower and wrap myself with a towel. We had sex once more, after he teased me with that feather. Who knew my nipples loved variety? We didn’t use the handcuffs, but I look forward to when we do. Nathan is experienced in ways that make average sex seem, well, average.
He strolls to me and tucks strands of my wet hair behind my ear. “I hate that you’re sore, but I also love that it was me who made you sore. Sorry?” he says with a teasing grin.
I play-smack his arm. “You’re not sorry. Neither am I. And yes. It was an incredible birthday. Better than I could have imagined.” I lift onto my toes and kiss his lips.
“Don’t tempt me with that luscious mouth of yours. Now that I’ve had all of you, owned every inch of this incredible body, I can’t promise not to take advantage of you every chance I get.”
I shiver with anticipation. “And you think my mouth and words are a temptation. You are equally impressive. I’m quite certain you could dirty talk me into an orgasm.”
“Really?” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. “We could always find out. I’d only be penetrating your mind, although if I wanted to add my tongue into the mix and lick your tight pussy until you come on it, I doubt you’d refuse.”
