Our Way

He drops to his knees in front of me and nuzzles into my sex to inhale deeper. “Open,” he moans as he lifts my leg onto the bed. He pulls my sex apart with his fingers and licks me soft at first, and then harder and harder with his thick tongue. My head falls back in pleasure.

I need him naked.

I reach down and pull

his shirt over his shoulders, and I catch my breath as I look down at him between my legs.

Naked from the waist up, I see the muscles in his shoulders flex as he works me. His stomach muscles catch the light as he clenches against his hand. His eyes are closed as he licks up what my body is giving him.

Lord almighty. What a sight to behold.

His eyes rise to mine, and he slides a finger in deep. I bite my bottom lip as I clench around him, and he hisses in approval.

He adds another finger, and I want to show him what I can do. I clench harder, and his jaw ticks, fighting for control. “Fuck me, Eliza.”

“That’s the plan.” I smile darkly.

He snaps and in one quick movement he’s on his feet and throws me back onto the bed, he spreads my legs wide and tears his jeans down, his eyes are fixed on my sex as he slowly strokes himself. Preejaculate drips from his end and my stomach clenches in appreciation.

I stare up at the beautiful specimen of man before me. Those broad shoulders and that rippled abdomen with a scattering of dark hair that runs in a trail from his navel down to his well-kept pubic hair. His thick cock hangs heavily between his legs, and his quads are full and strong. There’s only one word that comes to mind:

Virile.

He bends to lick me again, and I can’t wait any longer, I just want him inside of me. “Now.” I reach for him. “Nathan, get up here.”

His eyes close as he licks me, over and over—the pleasure so strong. He’s a master at this. I can’t stand it anymore. I reach for him.

“Now, Nathan. Please.”

I writhe beneath him, begging for him to fill me.

He crawls up my body and nestles in between my open legs. His cock slides through my wet flesh.

Electricity crackles in the air. I can feel it. This is something special.

“Fuck me,” I mouth.

Fire dances in his eyes. He reaches down and grabs the base of his cock.

He’s so different to anyone I’ve slept with before. His sexual power is so all consuming that it takes over. I can hardly breathe.

His dick slowly slides through my open sex, up and down, and we fall serious as we stare at each other and I run my fingers through his stubble. Ten long years, and it all comes down to this. The moment in time where we connect on a deeper level—his body inside of mine.

He repeats the movement, and my hips rise from the bed to meet him, my body chasing a deeper connection. I need this. Hurry.

He nudges forward, and the tip goes in. Ohh… a little burn.

Nathan’s dark eyes hold mine, watching for my reaction, and then he stops still.

“What is it?” I ask.

‘I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t, baby.” I smile as I kiss him. “I need you.”

“You’ll tell me to stop if I hurt you?”

“I promise.”