Page 92 of Brooklynaire
How does he know this turns me on? That’s something to wonder aboutlater.
He groans loudly, and the sound resonates all over my body. I can feel it from my nipples to my toes. I clamp my mouth down on him and give a good suck. Then I raise my eyes to see theeffect.
Nate is flushed, and heavy lidded, his chest rising and falling as I begin to work him over. His grip is like a vice on my hair. “Fuck,” he says, and then he actually laughs. “Jesus.” As I watch, he forces himself to relax against the pillows. His hand unclenches, and he smooths it over my hair. “You’re so beautiful. When you look up at me like that, I just want to comeeverywhere.”
That sounds fun to me, too. So I suckharder.
He flexes his hips, fucking my mouth in slow strokes. I can feel him getting closer. I take his balls in myhand…
His grip finds my hair again. “Stop, sweetheart.” He chuckles and then groans. “I don’t want to shootyet.”
It’s true that I like to be bossed around. But I also like fighting back. So I pop off his dick and sit up. Quickly, I straddle his thighs, take him in hand, and fill myself withhim.
His moan is a bellow, and deep breaths saw in and out of his cut chest. I stare down at the wreck I’ve made of Nate, feeling pleased with myself. His chest and neck are flushed and his lips and cheeks are red. He’sgorgeousand he’s as turned on as a man canbe.
I’m feeling pretty amazing, too. “Which slide isthis?”
He shakes his head against the pillow. “Fuck it, Bec. I thought my fantasies were good, but you blow them all away.” He puts a hot hand on my belly, his long fingers spread wide. “Tell me anotherpalindrome.”
“What?” I push my hips forward, eager to get on with it. He feels so good. I can’t helpmyself.
“I need a minute to calm down.” His thumb sweeps across my hip in a place that should make me ticklish. But it doesn’t because I’m so turned on. “Not a banana baton,” Iwhisper.
Nate grins. “That’s my girl.” He rolls his hips to rewardme.
I take it as an invitation. Putting my hands on his shoulders, I give a long slide back and then thrust forward again. He feels so, so good. And I am shameless. I pick up the pace, knowing my boobs will bounce with everymovement.
And he loves it. Long hands slide all over my skin, stoking the flames. I won’t be able to keep up the porn star routine much longer. I’m seconds away from melting like butter onto his beautiful body and forgetting my ownname.
Nate braces his heels on the bed and meets me thrust for thrust. Then he grabs me by the back of the neck and yanks me down for a kiss, his tongue finding mine on agroan.
That’s all she wrote. I’m shivering and moaning and breathless against hismouth.
And hesmiles. His eyes light up like I’ve done something amazing. He rolls us both. I flop onto my back as Nate dives into my mouth for a kiss that’s deep and dirty. “Should I get a condom?” he asks between kisses. He wore one last night withoutasking.
“No need,” I slur happily. “Knock yourselfout.”
He groans and then laughs, his hips pumping againstmine.
Sex with Nate is smiley. I wrap my arms around him andsqueeze.
I think I could be in love with him. This is not an entirely welcomerealization.
But now is not the time to panic. I hug Nate everywhere, with my arms and my knees and my body. His moan is long and low. His muscles lock and he shudderstwice.
Then he chuckles into my neck. “God, Bec. There aren’t words for how spoiled you make mefeel.”
I sift my fingers through his soft hair. I feel spoiled right now,too.
He props himself up on an elbow. “The no-condom thing isnew.”
“Hmm?”
“Before Florida I never did thatbefore.”
“Really?” I look into his eyes. They’re so bright and happy. “Maybe that’s why you like it somuch.”
He shakes his head. “No, that’s why it doesn’t last as long as I’d like it to. Butyou’rethe reason I like it somuch.”
