“Wanna take this inside?” Nate asks as he kisses along my jaw.
I nod in answer.
Nate carries me all the way back to the villa and kicks the door shut with his foot. He sets me down on the counter and moves between my spread thighs. I lean back on my elbows, and he strokes his cock that’s hard again.
“Play with your pussy,” he orders.
Like a good wife, I listen to my husband and roll my thumb over my clit. He groans as he watches, his hand fisted around his thick cock.
“Finger yourself,” he says, quickening his pace, his eyes wild and fixed on me.
I slide two fingers inside me, and his eyes widen.
Nate runs his tongue along his bottom lip. “Yeah, that’s it, baby. Feel good?” I nod, and he adds, “Come for me, Harley. Strangle your fingers like they’re my cock.”
My body tightens then trembles as I rock my hips against my hand. Another orgasm shakes through me, and when Nate massages my clit as he jerks his cock, I hit the peak of my climax. Nate clasps my wrist and brings my hand to his mouth, seductively sucking my cum from my fingers. He shoves his fingers inside me, and this time, he raises them to my lips.
“Taste yourself,” he orders.
I stick out my tongue.
“That’s a good girl,” Nate says as he lowers my hand to the counter.
He rubs the tip of his cock along my slick folds, teasing my wetness. My eyes widen with every inch he takes, my teeth digging into my lip from the initial pain as I adjust to his size.
He rests his forehead against mine, pushing through my inner walls, stretching me out. Gripping my hips, he slams into me, ripping a scream from my lips, his name falling from my mouth with each powerful thrust. As if possessed by the sound of his name, he fucks me harder and faster as if he can’t get enough of my pussy. When every inch of my body feels numb from pleasure, I swear I can’t take anymore, but Nate has other plans for me. Quickly, he pulls out of me, flips me onto my stomach, and enters me from behind. He holds my thighs apart, now making more slow and deliberate movements, so painfully slow my pussy aches.
Like a ball of string, I unravel as another earth-shattering orgasm washes over me. Seconds later, Nate comes inside me, his orgasm shaking through me. He collapses on top of me, his sweat coating my back as he attempts to catch his breath.
“Damn, Harley,” he groans and then slides out of me.
I roll onto my back, staring up at the ceiling as I take deep breaths in and out as my body relaxes. Nate bends down to kiss my stomach, and where his lips and fingers touch, a warmth spreads along my skin. He kisses his way to my mouth, taking my lip between his teeth with a sexy look in his emerald irises.
“We don’t have much time left,” he says, his voice deep and sexy.
“Good thing we don’t plan on doing much sleeping,” I say with a wink.
Chapter Twenty-Five
Harley
Clutching a piece of vine charcoal between my fingers, I try to focus on the sketchpad on my desk, ignoring Nate as he slides his hand up my thigh. I close my eyes for a split second, his hand leaving a trail of fire on my skin as he moves higher.
“Nate,” I warn. “I need to finish this by lunch.”
“By all means,” he says with laughter in his tone, “hurry up so I can… finish.”
He taps his fingers on my inner thigh and gives me a look so sexy that my panties are already soaked. “I’m serious. I can’t concentrate with your hand under my skirt.”
He grabs my thigh and rolls my chair closer to him. “And I can’t concentrate with you sitting next to me, torturing me with this skirt.”
I chuckle. “It’s not even short. And I’m sitting. How can I possibly distract you?”
“Maybe it’s just you.” He breathes the words against my neck. “I waited years for this.” I shiver from his featherlight touch. “Years to kiss your lips. Years to hold you in my arms. Years to touch every inch of your body.”
“At least now I know why you were so popular in high school,” I shoot back with a wicked smirk.
“I spent most of high school obsessing over you.”
“Really?” I cock an eyebrow at him. “Because you sure as hell didn’t act like it. What about all of the girls?”
He shakes his head. “I only kept them around to make you jealous.”
“You should’ve said something. It would’ve saved us years of fighting.”
“I tried.”
“No, you didn’t,” I challenge. “You acted more and more like a jerk, rubbing those cheerleaders and skanks in my face.”
“I was an idiot, okay?” He holds up his hands and shrugs. “What do you want me to say? I didn’t have any real skills with women back then. My popularity came out of nowhere. Even I didn’t know why so many girls were suddenly interested in me.”