Nate

“Nate, that’s not—” My protest died as he pressed his wet thumb around my asshole, rubbing the forbidden spot and sending dazzling sparks shooting through me.

“Not what? Not mine?” He growled. “Wrong.” He massaged my hole, never delving inside but rubbing in a circle as my pussy clenched tighter and tighter around him. “I’ll be taking this hole with all the rest, Sabrina. Soon. And you’ll love it.” He released my hair, then reached around with his other hand and stroked my clit.

I couldn’t escape his touch, and I didn’t want to. My hips rocked back to him, each movement increasing the tension in my clit as he played every bit of me with his fingers. My hard nipples brushed against the sheets, adding to the cacophony of sensation that washed over me. I couldn’t stop. Nothing would keep me from that sweet release. Almost there, my hips began to seize. Then Nate pulled his thumb from my asshole and slapped my ass harder than ever. The jolt of pain rocketed through me and exploded between my legs.

I came on a scream, the sound strangled in my throat as my body locked and my orgasm blasted through me. Over and over, my pleasure expanded and contracted until I was floating along, boneless and overcome with the sweet peace that only Nate could give me.

“You almost made me shoot, Sabrina.” He rubbed my ass, soothing me as he thrust in and out slowly.

I’d melted to the bed, my ass still in the air but my shoulders against the mattress.

“Almost took it all from me. But I’m not done yet.” He pulled out and flipped me onto my back. Ripping his shirt off, he tossed it to the floor, then shucked off his pants and boxers. Covering my body with his, he pressed kisses along my throat as he eased inside me.

I wrapped my arm around his neck and guided my lips to his. He kissed me deeply, each thrust of his tongue matching one from his cock. One palm on my breast, he twisted my nipple slowly, igniting the same fire he’d already brought to a roaring climax only moments before. He was unhurried, taking his time and owning my body with each sure stroke. His mouth pressed to mine, our bodies entwined, even our breath mingling as he languidly made love to me. That’s what this was—making love—each of us sharing more of ourselves than we’d ever thought possible.

He pulled back and stared down at me, my world contained in his eyes. “This is so good.” He thrust for emphasis. “You’re so good, so fucking right.” He dropped a kiss on my lips.

The three words that would change everything danced on the tip of my tongue. I wanted to say them, hoping that he’d treasure them. Whether I said them or not, they were true. I loved Nate Franco from the moment I saw him. There was no one else, not a soul on this earth that could ever take his place in my heart.

Something warmed in his gaze, lust mixing with an emotion that mirrored my own. Could he see it in my eyes, somehow sense the truth? Maybe that kind of love couldn’t stay hidden. Not forever.

He kissed me again, and I let myself go. Gave myself over to him, not wasting the moment worrying about whether he felt it too. Even if he didn’t, I had enough love for the both of us, and I would be happy to share it for the rest of our lives.

His movements grew more frenzied, passion lacing his kisses as our sweat-slicked bodies glided against each other. I angled my hips toward him, trying to catch each movement, each sliver of contact against my clit. With a devilish grin, he reached between us and massaged the spot. Wrapping an arm around my back, he melded our bodies in perfect fusion, his hips pounding as our eyes locked. Everything inside me wound to a feverish height.

“I can’t hold out. Not with you.” He grunted with each stroke, his arm shaking from strain, but he didn’t let up. His fingers rubbed my clit in a smooth circle, pushing me to the edge. “Take it all.” His brows drew together, and his groan shot through me as his release hit.

“Nate.” I tried to catch my breath, couldn’t, and came as his cock pulsed inside me. My filthy mind pictured his come, how it would coat me and mark me as his. I moaned my release, reveling in him as we both flew to the clouds and floated back down like feathers on a lazy breeze.

When the only sound in the room was our breathing, I realized how loud we’d been.

“Oh my god. I think the whole house heard.” How could I blush when he was still inside me?