“A long time.” She gulped. “Almost…two years.”
He thought about it a moment. “Okay, this is what’s going to happen. I’m going to put my tongue on you, nice and slow, and in just a few seconds you’re going to come hard, but I don’t want to you to be disappointed that it’s going too fast. Because I’m going to keep eating you until you come, again and again, for as long as you like. And when you’ve had enough of my mouth, then I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to come again. Got it?”
He didn’t wait for her answer, which was a good thing because Lauren didn’t think she could talk. Who was he?
His prediction was spot on. It only took a few well-placed swipes of his tongue to make her orgasm. She grabbed his head and kept it between her thighs and thank God, Nate Miller was a man of his word. His warm tongue swirled
in and around her most private places with a thoroughness she found both arousing and amazing at once. It was like he had all the time in the world and he existed only for this one thing. To bring her pleasure. She lost track of time. Her body began to feel like a limp noodle and then, just when she thought she wouldn’t be able to come again, his mouth took on a new sense of urgency. Like he could feel that she was waning and he wasn’t about to have it.
“Nate, please, the next time I come, I want you inside me,” she said.
He slid up to lay a kiss on her tummy. Then his mouth went higher, to her breasts, and incredibly, she could feel herself get wet all over again. He reached across to the bedside table to get a condom and rolled it over his erection then flipped her onto her tummy. She raised herself on all fours and waited for him to come inside.
“I changed my mind,” he said, placing his hands on her hips to turn her so that she lay flat on her back once more. She wrapped her legs around his waist as he slowly pushed himself all the way inside her. “Christ,” he moaned, “That feels fucking unbelievable.” Then he began to pump his hips, his strokes deep and long and slow and she could feel another orgasm start to build. Fucking unbelievable was right. She squeezed her eyes shut.
“Lauren, look at me,” he said. She immediately obeyed and opened her eyes. If he told her to quack like a duck, she’d do that, too. Anything. Everything. Whatever he wanted. All he had to do was name it. He increased his rhythm and the pressure inside her began building with incredible speed. “Look at me,” he said again. At first, she was confused. She was looking at him. His forehead was damp with exertion and the muscles along the side of his strong jaw seemed tense like he was grinding his teeth. And then, she looked into his eyes, and for the first time ever she saw a vulnerability in them that she’d never seen before.
Who are you?
But before she could think of an answer, she exploded with the mother of all orgasms. Then a few seconds later he let out his own gut wrenching moan, as he came, too.
Afterward, they lay there spent and panting. “Wow,” she said. “Just…wow.”
He grinned. “I’m glad you liked it.”
Liked it? Was he serious?
He got up and went to the bathroom to discard the used condom. Lauren wanted to go to the bathroom to freshen up, as well, but she didn’t trust her legs at the moment. Every inch of her body felt like Jell-O. Nate came back to bed and pulled her against him. On a scale of one to ten, tonight had been epic. A one point one (only because one by itself belonged to Henry). She yawned, too tired to do anything but smile herself to sleep.
*~*~*
Lauren woke up in a strange bed. A very big strange bed. Then she saw a man’s broad back turned to her in sleep, and she remembered. She’d had sex with Nate last night and it had been like something from a fantasy or a dream. Lauren had always enjoyed sex. In that regard, she and Tom had had a healthy marriage. But she’d never experienced anything like last night.
Nate turned and looked at her with sleepy green eyes. “Good morning.” Was there anything more deliciously sexy than waking up to a man with a rough voice and a jawline shadowed with dark morning stubble? Lauren didn’t think so. She peeked under the sheet, wondering what she would look like to him. She was naked, and sometime in the night she’d taken off her heels.
She’d had sex in nothing but a pair of high heels. She’d writhed and moaned and carried on like some…porn star. Only there’d been no acting involved. She’d looked at Nate last night and wondered who he was, but this morning she looked within herself and wondered who she was. Certainly not some sex bunny who wore tight white dresses with flimsy underwear underneath. She hoped he knew last night was a fluke.
“Good morning right back,” she said, trying to sound like a little bit of her wasn’t freaking out. She had sex with Nate Miller! If only her old high school self could see her now.
“How are you?” he asked. “Not too sore, I hope?”
“I’m just peachy, thanks.” She couldn’t help herself, she grinned.
He studied her a moment. “So, last night was your first time in two years?” He seemed amazed by that.
She nodded.
He cleared his throat. “May I ask why?”
She thought about the best way to answer his question. “The last few months of my marriage weren’t particularly great. Not horrible, or anything,” she rushed to add. “But strained, because I knew for a while that I wanted a divorce, and I just can’t separate the two things—you know, sex and my emotions? And then after the divorce, I’ve just been so busy. I really haven’t had time to date or anything.”
He processed that. “But why me?” he asked. “There must be a whole slew of guys lining up to ask you out.”
“That’s flattering, but not exactly true. And you didn’t ask me out. I asked you out, remember?” she teased.
“Not at first.”
He looked like he truly wanted an answer. After last night, she felt compelled to be completely honest with him. “I had sex with you because I like you. I mean, obviously, yes, I like you. I told you that last night. But mostly, because I just really wanted to. More than…I’ve ever wanted to before. With anyone,” she added quietly.