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Authors: Stephanie John

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Your legs drive me insane,

he said hoarsely.

Having them wrapped around me last night was too much.

His mouth followed his hands all the way to my knee then on to my thigh. He was a master of seduction, deliberately making me wait, heightening my need for him. He did exactly the same with the other leg. Moaning my appreciation, my hips bowed off the bed when he reached my apex once more.


I can

t wait any longer. I have to taste you.

Nate

s voice was gruff as he hooked my legs over his shoulders. His thumbs moved softly over me, parting me until his hot breath blew on my clit.

God,

he murmured,

you

re just as lovely down here.

Any shyness over what he was about to do went as I gripped the pillow beneath my head, my mouth dry with anticipation. Strong hands held me still as his tongue slowly ran the length of my cleft.


Yes,

I moaned, the feeling unbearable in the most satisfying way. Clenching the pillow tightly, I bit my lip to stifle another moan but couldn’t stop it when Nate sucked gently on my clit. My body took over, shamelessly grinding against his mouth, lost in his languid exploration as I chased my orgasm. Teetering on the edge, I grasped his hair and pulled, deliriously not knowing if I wanted him to stop or carry on. It was
so
good.

Nate groaned, and the erotic sound vibrating against me sent my orgasm soaring through me. I was helpless, crying out with the force of it, shaking uncontrollably. He worked his tongue over me, sustaining the rolling orgasm, relentlessly driving me to the point where I lost all sense of where I was. When he sucked again, I reached the peak almost instantaneously and climaxed with a shudder.


No more,

I whimpered, sagging into the mattress, utterly spent. Nate

s chuckle rippled over my tender folds of flesh, causing me to moan again.


You don’t like?

he drawled.


Too much,

I panted, trying to push away from his mouth.

You

re too good.


Sweetheart.

He dragged me back down.

You taste so fucking good, I may be here a while.

I raised onto my elbows and met his hungry eyes. Smiling salaciously, his thumb replaced his tongue and two fingers dipped inside. I was too sensitive and jolted when he began rubbing my clit back and forth. An elongated groan escaped my mouth as I watched him finger me, his face so close to my sex. Nate was watching me back, reading my face, seeing my reactions to him, and I let him.

Those eyes were hypnotic, encouraging me to be so expressive, making me feel wanton and sexy because I could read those exact thoughts in their stormy blue haze. See how much it excited
him
, how good it made
him
feel to see me like this, shedding my inhibitions. When his tongue joined in, it wasn’t long before I was coming again, reaching for the iron bed-head to support my shattered body.

Satisfied he

d got me off enough, Nate made his way back up my body the same leisurely way he

d gone down it.

That

s almost as good as fucking you,

he said roughly, sealing his mouth over mine.

Almost.

The taste of my own arousal was still on his lips, and the muscles in his back flexed and tightened as I rubbed over them, unable to get enough of him and the way he felt beneath my hands.


I need to be inside you.

The nips on my shoulder became more insistent as Nate started rocking into me, the stiffness of his cock rubbing against my tender sex. I needed it too, shamelessly lifting my hips to meet him. I remembered the condoms I

d tossed in my bedside drawer and stretched to get them.

Nate was one step ahead of me, reaching in until he located one of the foil packets. He smiled

a lazy grin that unexplainably made me feel excruciatingly shy considering what he

d recently been doing to me.

I took it and ripped the packet open with unsteady hands. Nate hovered above me, watching my every move.

God, Kara,

he groaned, biting his bottom lip when I rolled the condom down the length of his thick shaft and squeezed at the base.

He nudged my legs wider and eased into me. With hands either side of my shoulders, arms outstretched lifting his body high above me, Nate rocked back and forth, his movements practised and precise. I

d barely recovered from the earlier orgasms, yet another was building. I traced his face with hesitant fingertips, watching him make love to me, every move he made breaking me down, owning me.

The pressure on my clit was acute, his cock simultaneously massaging the tender spot deep inside. A sheen of sweat glistened his body, his mind lost in his own ecstasy.

Nate gazed at me through unfocused eyes.

Kara.

There was so much unspoken meaning behind the reverent whisper of my name. My chest tightened, taking my breath away. Folding an arm beneath me, he raised my hips off the bed and held me there, pushing into me deeper and deeper. I clasped his shoulders, holding on and tilted my pelvis into him.


Again
…”
I was on the verge once more.


Let go,

he growled, sending me over the edge. I collapsed beneath him. Shockwaves pulsed from my groin to the tips of my fingers and toes, and up to my head in a rush. His body tensed when his own orgasm took over, the cry of my name muffled against my neck as he weighted my body with his

Fuck, that was good.
Really good.

We lay in a post orgasmic haze. Nate kept his face buried in the crook of my neck but stroked my hair affectionately. I dragged my nails up and down his back, soothing him as he held me tight.

When our breaths had calmed, Nate raised his head. He looked lost, equally as unsettled by our lovemaking as I was. He pulled out and rolled onto his back, disposing of the condom in the bin beside the bed. In a blissful state of elation, I sprawled across the bed, unable to move my limbs. They were deliciously heavy and tired.


Come here.

Nate tugged me into his side, draping an arm around my shoulders. I weaved a leg around his and rested on his chest, listening to his levelling heartbeat.


I see what you mean about fucking and making love,

I said timidly. Both of his hands had been drawing patterns on my arms and shoulders, but they stopped the second I spoke.


Mmm,

he replied disconcertingly,

think we both proved there

s a definite difference.

I glanced up, wondering what was running through his mind when I saw his troubled expression. He smiled, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes how it usually did.


Which do you prefer?

Nate asked once I

d settled back on his chest.


Both.

His chest lifted with a chuckle, bringing a smile to my own unsettled composure.

Me, too.

 

WHEN I opened my eyes a while later, the brightness hinted at late morning. I craned my neck to look at Nate and found him sleeping. Without disturbing him, I extracted myself from his arms and crawled out of bed to the en-suite, closing the door quietly behind me.

My cheeks were flushed and my eyes sparkled. My hair was all tousled and wild, my lips plumped and red. All in all, I was radiant. I took a hair tie from the cupboard and finger-combed the disorderly strands into a high ponytail. Then I brushed my teeth and splashed cold water on my face, hoping to take away the heat still radiating from me.

Back in the bedroom, I paused to examine the male perfection that was Nate Blake as I slipped on my silk robe. His upper body was leanly ripped

defined pecs, at least a six pack of sculpted abs

and the crowning glory was the deep
V
jutting down to his sheet covered groin. I sighed longingly as I drank in his wondrous body stretched out in my king bed.

Closing the bedroom door quietly, I padded barefoot across the lounge to the kitchen, collecting our discarded clothes on the way and hanging them over the backs of dining chairs. After measuring out the coffee beans and sticking my oversized cup in the machine, I took my phone from my clutch whilst waiting for them to grind and percolate.

I was shocked to find it almost midday. Sleep was a favourite hobby of mine, but I hadn

t managed to sleep this late since my student days. A tiny voice in my head reminded me I hadn’t been doing a lot of sleeping. It sounded very much like Mai

s know-it-all voice. I put that down to seeing a missed call and two text messages a few hours ago from her, each with varying degrees of desperation for details. I tapped a brief reply, letting her know I was okay and I

d see her tomorrow.

The aroma of freshly ground coffee filled the kitchen. I removed the almost empty milk carton from the fridge and added a dash to my drink. Folding both hands around the mug, I blew away the steam and took a sip. Tomorrow, I

d be heading into work after spending the weekend having passionate sex with the boss. I wasn’t sure where we went from here but was grateful we didn’t actually work together. Past experience had taught me that got very awkward.

I set the mug down and returned the milk to the fridge. It was pretty obvious last night would end the way it did. There was an undercurrent in the air from the second we said hello. Using the open door for support, I stretched down, enjoying the soreness left from a night of great sex. Fucking Nate was electric. But we

d just made love, and now there was an entirely different exhilaration buzzing through my body. In the last twelve hours, I

d possibly had the greatest sex of my life.
Twice
.


Why did you get up?

a gravelly voice asked.

I jerked up from the fridge where I

d been staring mindlessly at the empty shelves, daydreaming. Nate leant shirtless against the breakfast bar, running a hand sleepily through recently fucked hair.


I

I needed the bathroom.

He leisurely moved around to join me, revealing he was wearing his trousers with bare feet. I had no idea why, but the look had me feeling hot.

I took another mug from the cupboard.

Coffee?

My voice trembled, mirroring how I felt, as I shoved it under the nozzle without waiting for a reply.


Er

please. Long black, double shot, no sugar.

Nate leant back against the counter, arms crossed, and watched carefully as I went about making it. My hands shook nervously as I half-filled the cup with boiling water. Then I pressed espresso twice and waited, restlessly, feeling the pressure of his gaze on my back.


Can I get you some breakfast? Or lunch?

I asked, running the limited contents of my cupboards through my mind and hoping he

d say no.
Thanks for those mind-shattering orgasms, accept some dry old toast and a banana as my gratitude.


No.

He glanced around with a frown.

Thanks.

Trying to keep my wits about me wasn

t easy. Nate made it increasingly difficult wearing little clothing in such close proximity. It was very distracting

he
was very distracting.


Here.

I handed him his mug. He took it with a tight smile and moved to the dining area, sipping it as he walked. It hit me then that his usual relaxed mood and happy face had been absent since getting up. I finished my coffee, watching him over the rim as he shrugged on his shirt. His silence unnerved me, the rigidness of his features as he fastened the buttons more so.

Having men in my apartment was a new experience, a situation I hadn’t been in for a long time. I wasn’t sure of the etiquette in terms of how long I should expect him to stay before leaving. Nate probably wasn’t used to being in a woman

s place either. His conquests were probably made to suffer the walk of shame.


I like your apartment.

He collected his coffee from the table and wandered towards the windows.


Thanks.

The small space had a neutral base palette. My bedroom was feminine and romantic. The living areas were modern and edgy, filled with bold, bright colours.

It

s enough for me.


The flowers still look good.

His eyes fixed on the tulips taking pride of place on my desk, his thumb brushing the petals.

There

s a significance in each colour. I took a long time choosing the appropriate ones.

Pleased he’d made the effort to select them himself rather than sending an assistant, I mentally noted I

d be hitting the internet later to do some research. I was consumed by my thoughts as I marvelled at God

s gift to women standing barely twenty feet away, in
my
apartment, drinking
my
coffee, after spending the night in
my
bed.

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