“What did you need to tell me?” His mouth was still at hers; her hips were still moving insistently against his hand. He was more than ready for her, he couldn’t wait much longer.
“What?” she asked in distraction and then gasped as his thumb pressed harder and swirled. “Oh God,” she moaned, her face flushed beautifully, her neck arched regally and he knew she was there.
Right there.
His fingers moved away, both his hands found her hips and he positioned himself expertly.
“Lily, look at me.”
Her chin dipped down and she tried to focus on him. Her gorgeous hair was spread across his bed, her blue eyes were dazed, her full mouth was swollen; she was on the edge of climax.
He’d done that to her, he’d made her look so fucking, unbelievably beautiful.
And as that knowledge scored through him, Nate drove into her.
And she screamed.
The pain, mingled so fiercely with the pleasure, tore through her like a blade.
Nate’s entire body stilled.
He was still deeply embedded inside her and she closed her eyes in humiliation. Now he would know that she’d never been touched. Now the shine would go off her wish and he’d see her as she truly was and whatever was driving him to his behaviour would fade away.
“Lily?” he called gently.
She turned her head to the side, the pain was receding. It had been sharp but her cry was mostly of surprise. She was so close to something, something resplendent and it all flew away when the pain came.
“Lily, look at me.”
She shook her head.
She didn’t want to open her eyes, didn’t want to see anything in his but the way he looked at her that night. She didn’t want to see the revulsion, didn’t want to feel him pulling away.
Although he wasn’t pulling away. He was still deep inside her and not moving a muscle.
“Darling, look at me.”
In surprise at the endearment, her eyes opened, her head righted and she did as she was told.
She wouldn’t have been more surprised at what she saw on his handsome face if every living past president of the United States of America barged in and did the can can.
He was smiling one of his glamorous smiles. This one chock full of deep satisfaction.
“No one’s ever touched you, have they?” he asked.
She shook her head.
He went on. “It’s only been me.”
This wasn’t a question but regardless, this time she nodded her head.
If anything, his smile became more arrogant, more self-satisfied.
“Why are you smiling?” she whispered, not courageous enough to use her full voice and wondering if maybe he’d gone a little mad.
His hands moved from her hips to her face and they framed it.
“Because, darling Lily, no one has ever touched you,” he explained, his voice a contented velvet purr that seemed to slide delightfully against her skin.
“Is that good?” she asked tentatively.
This, for some unknown reason, made his body shake with laughter and she felt it everywhere.
When his eyes focussed on hers again, they were shining with a light she’d never seen in anyone’s eyes ever before.
Her whole body started to warm again.
“Oh yes,” he answered softly then brushed his lips against hers before he said there, “that’s good.”
“Okay,” she allowed, “I was trying to tell you before –”
“I know.” He moved slowly, watching her closely as he slid out of her just the barest inch. When she didn’t flinch, in fact she thought it felt rather nice, he slid gently back in and that definitely felt nice.
“I was worried I wouldn’t do it right,” she confided when he slid back out, further this time and her lips pursed a little at losing him. She liked the feel of him inside.
He was watching her lips, his impossibly dark eyes darkened completely to black.
“You were definitely doing it right,” he informed her, his voice filled with meaning but his lips were twitching as if he wanted to laugh and was stopping himself.
He carefully slid back in and her mouth parted into an “o” of sweet wonder at the delicious feel of him.
It took a moment to realise his body was again shaking with laughter.
“Quit laughing at me,” she reprimanded him and he executed another smooth stroke.
His mouth touched hers and he said there, “I can’t help it.”
“You can!” she demanded and he pulled out fully and she thought he was going away but then he came back, faster this time and she lost her not-yet-fully-formed anger and gasped in pleasure as the sensations came back.
She bit her lip, he watched her do it and he lost his caution and lapsed into a heady, belly-somersault-inducing rhythm.
“That feels quite nice,” she whispered, although it felt more than nice. It felt lovely. It felt delightful.
It felt magic.
“It feels fucking unbelievable,” his voice growled into her ear and tingles slid up from her belly like champagne bubbles.
“It does?” she was still whispering, moving her hips up to meet him and finding that deepened his thrusts magnificently and she caught her breath and decided immediately to do that each time.
His tongue was at the skin just beneath her ear and she felt her belly fluttering, her skin tingling and a lovely tickling spread from her ear to everywhere.
“You’re so tight, so wet, Lily, the sweetest I’ve ever had.”
He was going faster and she was climbing higher, going to that place he took her before. His words touched her at her core and she felt herself quiver in places she didn’t even know existed.
“Nate,” she breathed as his hand went between them and touched her there again, “God, Nate!” This was not said on a breath but an explosion, her hands crawling over her skin, memorising the hard muscles of his back as he said he’d memorise her.
He thrust in and out, filling her completely as his fingers did their magic and she lifted her hips, matching his thrusts, feeling it build. It was almost unbearable, exquisite torture.
He was right, it was sweet and beautiful and she let him ride her like she rode his hand, desperate for it, her body crying out for it, the tension at waiting for it seemed to clench every muscle she possessed.
“Let go, darling,” at his murmured words dancing deliciously in her ear, she did as she was told not even knowing she was holding on.
She cried out as it overwhelmed her, planting her heels in the bed to press up against him. While the fire engulfed her, the waves of pleasure undulated deliciously up and out and all around from between her legs, he stopped all attempts at gentle, his hand moving from between them back to her hips. He held them steady as he slammed into her again and again and she gloried in the pounding.
She lifted her head, so beyond timidity it wasn’t funny, completely overtaken by insistent, heady, pulsating passion. Her hands slid into his hair, guiding his face to hers and she kissed him, opened-mouthed. His tongue invaded her mouth like his body was invading between her legs. She coaxed it, goaded it, welcomed it and when he finished, she accepted his luscious, deep groan against her tongue like it was a precious gift.
Nate liked to sleep alone.
He rarely brought a woman back to his flat, it was too difficult to get rid of them once he was finished with them. If he went to their flat, he could leave whenever he was finished.
He’d moved into this flat years ago but he’d recently purchased a large apartment closer to the office in an even nicer neighbourhood and he was moving to it in just a few weeks.