She sighed and closed her eyes. Her whole posture was defeated as she shook her head. “No. He’ll call me in the morning and make some crappy excuse as to why he can’t come and get him. If he cancels the Friday night, he never does the Saturday.”
I gritted my teeth against the anger. DJ was awesome, and Josh was passing up an opportunity to spend time with his only son, what kind of guy would do that to a kid? I sighed and pulled her closer to me, rubbing my hand down her back. Neither of them deserved to be hurt in this way.
“Well if he does cancel, then we’ll do something. Go to the park or something, okay?” I offered, tangling my fingers in the back of her silky hair.
She pulled her head back, resting her chin on my chest, just looking at me silently for a minute. “Why are you being like this, Nate? Buying DJ things, playing with him, offering to come to the park, and not even being annoyed with me that I had to cancel plans that we made?” she asked, looking a little confused, but very interested in my answer.
Gripping the top of her arms, I pulled her higher up my body so our faces were level. “I understand you have a son; it’s different being with a girl that has a readymade family, and I never would have expected this to happen to me in a million years, but I really like you. I really like DJ too, he’s cute. I like spending time with both of you,” I answered, shrugging and not really knowing how to explain it properly. Her face softened as she stroked the side of my face adoringly.
But then I had to ruin it…
“And I want to f**k you so badly that my dick is actually aching,” I added.
She burst out laughing and shook her head. “I forgot you were a super slutty flirt.”
“You forgot? Maybe I need to remind you more often,” I suggested, grinning at her wickedly.
She smiled, and then her easy and happy exterior fell and her body tensed. “Look, Nate, if you’re just using me for sex, then you can tell me. I would rather just know now, than allow this to go any further and my son starts to like you more, before I start to like you more…” she trailed off, frowning.
I wrapped her tighter in my arms and carefully rolled over so I was on top of her, pressing my body to hers as I cupped her face with one of my hands, stroking my thumb along her cheekbone. “I’m not just using you for sex.”
She bit her lip and slipped her arms up around my neck. “If you are, it’s okay. If you want to, we can have sex right now. I’m not gonna lie and say I don’t want to do the nasty with you.”
My body jerked. I could have sex with her tonight, right now, on the sofa, or maybe on the kitchen counter, or in her bed. Maybe all three…
But then I remembered that her body wasn’t the only thing I liked about her, hell, it wasn’t the thing that I even liked the most about her. I wasn’t one hundred percent sure what it was that I liked the most about her – it could be her cute little laugh, or the way she always challenged me, or the way her nose scrunched up when she was thinking about something really hard, or her little passionate rambles. Deep down though I knew that what I liked most about her was just the way she made me feel when I was with her – like I belonged, like I was part of something incredible, like I wanted to protect her and make her happy.
I traced my nose up the side of hers, making her already shallow breathing seem to stop altogether. “Doing the nasty, that was a beautiful way of putting it,” I joked, looking into her big brown eyes that I was getting addicted to. “But I want more than that. Stop worrying about me running away.”
Her body relaxed under mine. Her eyes fluttered closed as her hands tightened on my shoulders, making me press closer to her. “I never expected to meet a guy that would accept DJ. Actually, I never even wanted to meet anyone after Josh,” she admitted, “but I’m glad I met you,” she whispered, pressing her face into the side of my neck.
Her words hit me harder than I expected. My insides squirmed as my whole body seemed to get a couple of degrees hotter. “I’m glad I met you too.” I moved my head down and kissed the top of her shoulder. “You know what I was thinking the other day?” I asked, rolling off her and lying close to her side, taking her hand and tangling our fingers.
She smiled, turning towards me so we were both on our sides; her face was so close to mine that I could see her pupils dilating due to the change in light where we’d moved. She looked flawless as I raked my eyes over her features. “What were you thinking?”
“I was thinking that we should have met earlier. If Anna and Ashton had got married a couple of months earlier, then you would have gone to the wedding and we would have met four years ago. I would have seen DJ take his first step and cut his first tooth. I would have liked to have seen those things,” I said, thinking about it again.
She looked at me a little shocked before she shook her head. “But I was with Josh, it wouldn’t have mattered if I’d met you at the wedding anyway.”
I smiled at her and raised a challenging eyebrow. “Are you saying that I, Nate Peters, wouldn’t have been able to charm you into leaving your man?”
“I don’t think so,” she admitted, then winced and quickly carried on, obviously feeling the need to explain her answer. “Not because you aren’t hot, or sweet, or funny, but just because I was a different person back then. I wouldn’t have had enough confidence to leave Josh for another guy, especially not while I was carrying his baby.”
I smiled at her wickedly. “You would have done, Stripes. I never fail a challenge, I get any girl I want, and if I had met you on the beach, even carrying someone else’s child, I would have had you screaming my name like it was a curse word by the end of the vacation,” I stated confidently.
“You’re so overconfident. I bet you would have pulled out all the stops, huh? All the best moves and lines would have come out, and you wouldn’t have stopped until we were na**d in the sea, with my legs wrapped around your waist,” she teased, slinging one of her legs over mine as she snuggled even closer to me.
I closed my eyes, unconsciously playing that little scene in my head. It probably would have gone just like that, and it would have been earthshattering, no doubt. I held my breath as I traced my hand up her calf slowly, loving the feel of her bare leg under my fingertips, the soft skin, the muscles I could feel contract under my touch. When I got to the knee and felt the hem of her skirt, I hesitated before pushing my hand underneath and continuing to go higher, hiking her skirt up as I did. She gulped, closing her eyes and tipping her head back as she let out a breathy moan. The sound of her pleasure, just from a simple touch of my hand, almost made me cl**ax and ruin my lucky boxers.
Her legs seemed to go on forever as my hand skimmed higher and higher. I was waiting for her to stop me, to pull away from me or put her hand on top of mine and tell me that this was going too far. She didn’t. Instead, her hand trailed down my chest just as slowly, making my arousal heighten. Desperation was building inside me again. I couldn’t think about anything other than how much I wanted her to fall in love with me so I could peel her clothes off and kiss my way down her body, laying claim to every inch of her.
My hand finally reached the desired destination – her ass. My body stiffened as the lacy material of her panties brushed against my fingertips. I traced the line of them across her ass, before cupping it and pulling her closer to me. She pressed her lips to mine and I kissed her back passionately, loving the soft feel of her plump lips against mine.
While I was kissing her, I traced my hand around to her centre. I groaned into her mouth as I felt the damp patch on her panties where she was getting excited. She gasped, pressing her sex against my hand. Her teeth sank into my bottom lip as I rubbed her gently through the material of her underwear.
Her hand got to the painful bulge in my jeans; I wanted desperately to undo them to relieve some of the pressure, but I knew that wouldn’t help. The only thing that could help relieve the ache was under my hand. I pulled out of the kiss and shook my head. “Move your hand away, Rose. I want to prove to you that I can wait,” I instructed, taking her wrist with my free hand and pinning it above her head before doing the same with her other hand, holding them in one of mine.
She whimpered as I restrained her. Her eyes widened in shock, but I could see the excitement there too. “Seriously?” she asked breathlessly.
I tightened my grip on her wrists as I eased her panties to the side and teased her entrance with one finger. My body was screaming at me, shouting that I was being stupid, that she could touch me and stop this pleasure-pain that was building up inside me. But all good things came to those who wait, and I could definitely wait for her, I knew it now.
“Tonight’s just for you. Just lie there and enjoy,” I whispered.
I kissed her, swallowing her moan of pleasure as I pushed one finger inside her carefully. Her warm, tight, wet heat enveloped my finger and I groaned, immediately rethinking my decision to let her touch me tonight. I kissed across to her ear.
Time to see if she really likes talking dirty!
“Rose, you feel so tight. I can’t wait to ram my dick inside you and make you moan my name,” I whispered in her ear.
Her h*ps bucked against my hand as I spoke; her breathing sped so I knew I could push her a lot further. Rosie York certainly got excited by pillow talk! A proud grin stretched across my face because of how sexy my girlfriend was. I was one seriously lucky guy that she didn’t seem to just be a blushing, lay on her back kind of girl.
Her body reacted beautifully to my words, so I decided to take it a little further and see just how dirty she was. “As soon as you’re in love with me, I’m going to f**k you from every possible angle. I want to take you hard and fast, and just when you think you’re going to come, I’m going to pull out and kiss my way down your body. I want to taste your cl**ax on my tongue; I want to feel your thighs shake against my shoulders as you ride the waves of pleasure I’m going to give you.”
That obviously didn’t scare her. She gasped and jerked her arms, trying to get her hands free. I held her tighter as I pumped my finger inside her slowly, before pulling it back out and adding another. I was doing everything so slowly, probably teasing the hell out of her, but the look on her face and the little purr of appreciation that she made, told me that she loved it.
Her h*ps were grinding against my hand, her juices wetting my knuckles as I continued my slow, torturous assault. As I pumped my fingers, I searched her inner walls for the sweet spot that I wanted to become best friends with. I knew the exact moment that I found it, because her back arched, she let rip another of those sexy little purrs and her fingernails dug into my restraining hand. I concentrated on touching that spot with every slow thrust of my fingers.
“Nate, oh God,” she moaned, lifting her head from the sofa and pressing her lips against mine. “Let go of my hands, I want to touch you too,” she begged.
I shook my head. “I want to wait, but you, you’re going to come for me. Can you do that for me, Rose?” I asked, biting on her lip, tugging gently.
She squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. “If you keep doing that right there,” she moaned loudly, “then, yeah.”
I watched her, seeing her pleasure building. I raked my eyes over her face and watched the way her face contorted with pleasure, the way her brow furrowed, the way she rolled her bottom lip into her mouth. I was mesmerized by how her chest rose and fell rapidly, how her moans got louder as I quickened my pace, but purposefully still not doing it as fast as she would want or need me to. I wanted to drag this out, I wanted her to beg me to make her come, I wanted to see the look on her face when she couldn’t take it anymore and needed to fall into oblivion. Seeing her like this fascinated me. It was almost as good as sex. I wasn’t getting any attention at all, but I didn’t need it. Seeing my girlfriend writhe on the sofa, her hair splayed out and getting messier by the second, was turning me on more than I had ever been turned on in my life.
“Tell me what your favourite position is, Stripes,” I whispered, as I kissed around the base of her neck, nibbling on her collarbone.
“Whatever you want,” she answered almost immediately, her voice throaty and rough.
I shook my head. “That’s not what I want to hear, Rose. I want you to tell me what your favourite position is,” I said sternly, sucking on the spot below her ear, making her h*ps buck up, causing my fingers to go deeper.
“I like… like…oh God!” she gasped, her breathing getting heavier. “Standing and… being pinned on my stomach, or taken from behind.”
My excitement bumped up another level just thinking about it.
When she moaned louder, I suddenly remembered DJ was in the other room. Moving up, I closed my mouth over hers, swallowing her moans and ravaging her mouth with my tongue. The kiss was so passionate that it was almost as if I were staking my claim on her, it was almost possessive and I had never kissed – nor wanted to kiss – anyone else like this in my life.
I pulled out of the kiss and put my forehead to hers, “I’m going to do everything you like, Rose. I’m going to fulfil your every desire, and take your pleasure to places you’ve never even dreamed of. Then, just when you think I’m finished, I’m going to flip you over and start all over again. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t be able to walk straight,” I growled, running my nose up the side of hers, breathing her in. I could smell her arousal, almost pushing me to the edge too. My dick was throbbing in my jeans with every thrust of my fingers.
Her leg tightened around my waist as she looked at me desperately. “Nate, please,” she whispered, kissing me again fiercely.