Fight with Me (With Me in Seattle 2)

“God you’re so beautiful,” he murmurs and sits back on his heels between my legs.  I feel completely exposed, and not a little vulnerable.  This is all new to me, and I’m not so sure about not being able to move my hands, but the hot look in Nate’s eyes keeps me where I am.

He smooths his hand down my arm, cups my cheek in his palm and brushes his thumb across my lower lip.  I bite the pad of his thumb, and his eyes narrow and darken with lust.

“Want it rough, baby?” he asks.

“I thought that’s what we’re doing,” I respond with a grin.

“Oh, we’ll get there.  First, I’m going to take my time with you.  I want to touch every inch of you, baby.”

He braces himself on his hands at my sides, not touching me with his torso, and bends down in a push-up-motion to suckle my nipples.  His shoulders and arms flex with the motion, and I’m mesmerized by his incredible body.  He holds himself there, effortlessly, kissing and sucking my breasts, making my back bow up off the bed, trying to get closer to his chest, but he backs away and shakes his head.  “No, baby, I’m touching you.”

“I want to touch you too,” I whisper.

“Not tonight.”

“Not at all?” I hear the pout in my voice, but I don’t care.

“Not until I’ve had my fill of you, so keep still.”

God, I love it when he’s in control.  I had no idea it could be so sexy.  Honestly, I don’t think anyone else could make it sexy.  It’s just him.

He trails that incredible mouth and tongue over my belly, nuzzles my navel, and peppers sweet, wet kisses up and down my ribs, making me squirm.  His hands are on my hips, holding me in place, as he kisses his way south.  He places two chaste kisses on my pubis, then presses my thighs even farther apart, and I expect him to start licking my pussy, but he doesn’t.  His lips nibble the apex of my thighs, just out of range, making me even hotter.  God, I want his mouth on me.

“Nate,” I moan.

“Yes, baby,” he whispers.

“I need you.”

“You have me, sweetheart.”  His hands are massaging my thighs, his lips are doing amazing things to the inside of my right leg, over the top of my knee – fuck, that’s a sensitive spot I didn’t even know about! – and down my calf to my foot.  He sits back on his heels and bends my leg at the knee, pulling my foot up to his lips.  He kisses the pad of each toe, down my arch to the heel, and then he starts the process all over again, beginning with the foot, of my other leg, nibbling and kissing and massaging his way back up to the apex of my thighs, trailing damp kisses around my center, driving me crazy.

My body is on fire.  I am just sensation.  Electricity is shooting along every nerve-ending and I’ve never felt this… alive.

“Baby, I need you inside me,” I beg and I feel his grin against my hip as he works his way back up my torso.

“Not yet, love.”

“Please,” I beg without hesitation.  I need him.

I need him.

“No, baby, I’m not done.  I’m going to turn you over.”  He flips me onto my belly, crossing the sash of the robe above my head, straddling my legs to hold me in place.  I am completely at his mercy.

Yes, I love how strong he is.  I love that he can just move me wherever he wants me.  It’s fucking hot.

He brushes a few tendrils of hair that have escaped the knot off my neck and nibbles his way from my hairline, down my spine, to the crack of my ass.

“Your back is amazing, Julianne.  I love how toned you are, I love seeing the muscles flexed with your arms over your head like this.”  His hands are gliding up and down my back on either side of my spine and I moan in pleasure.

“God, you’re good with your hands.”  My voice is rough, and my skin is tingling under his expert hands.

“I love your firm ass.”  He kisses each cheek, biting and sucking as he does, and I lift my ass in the air.  He grips my hips more tightly in his strong hands and holds me steady.  “Hold. Still.”  His voice is harsh and I immediately comply.

Jeez.

Like he did before, he nibbles and kisses down each leg, paying special attention behind my knees, making me moan in pleasure.  Finally, he’s kissing his way back up and I can’t wait to feel what he’s going to do next.

Suddenly, with his legs still straddling me, holding my thighs pressed together, he spreads my buttocks, exposing my anus and pussy, and his face is pressed to me, licking my folds, pressing his tongue deep inside me.  I try to push my ass in the air again, but he holds me firmly in place, hands gripping my spread ass, face planted deliciously in my folds, and I come hard and fast, crying out his name.  My hands are gripping onto the sash, pulling toward my head, but it’s keeping my arms above me as I come against his mouth, and I bury my face in the pillow.

He stops as quickly as he started and slides up my body, still spreading my ass with his hands and straddling my hips, and guides his beautiful, thick, large cock inside me.

“Oh, fuck, Julianne, I love your tight pussy.”  I feel my muscles clench at his sexy words, and he starts to move, really move, in and out of me, pushing harder with each flex of his hips, bracing himself on my ass with his fingers clenched so tightly it hurts, but it hurts in such a delicious way, there’s no way in hell I’m going to tell him to stop.

Nate’s thrusts are coming harder and faster, and I feel the build up again.  I arch my back, clench my fists and every muscle in my body is flexed when I hear him say, “Yes, baby, come with me.”

His words push me over the edge and I explode beneath him, as he finds his release inside me, chanting my name as we both writhe and shudder.

He collapses on his elbows at my sides, pulls out of me and leans down, finally touching me with his chest against my ass, and kisses my spine right between my shoulder blades before resting his cheek there, laying his body on mine.

After our breathing slows and our bodies relax, Nate raises himself off of me and unties my wrists, then flips me over, brushes the hair off my face and kisses me sweetly and softly.

“Are you okay?” he asks, settling his weight at my side and cradling me in his arms.  He pulls the duvet up around us.

“Hmm…” I answer.

“I need some verbal communication, baby,” he chuckles.  “I need to know that you’re okay.”