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 *, 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 *.” 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.”
“I’m fine.” I open my eyes and gaze up into his beautiful face. My hand glides up his tattooed arm, over his shoulder, and I run my fingertips down his stubbled cheek. “More than fine,” I add.
“You didn’t tell me to stop,” he murmurs.
“I might have killed you if you stopped.”
“I didn’t hurt you?” he asks, his gray eyes worried and searching mine.
“Stop worrying about hurting me, ace. I’m not made of glass. You didn’t hurt me.” I kiss him gently, then bite his lower lip and lave it with the flat of my tongue. “I think I have a new taste for being tied up.” I smile up at him shyly and he laughs.
“I think I have a new taste for tying you up,” he responds with a delighted grin.
“What are we doing this weekend?” I ask with a yawn.
“It’s a surprise.”
“Can I have a hint?” Damn, he wore me the hell out. I can’t keep my eyes open.
“We’re not staying here,” he responds and snuggles me more firmly against him.
“Where are we going?” I whisper.
“You’ll find out tomorrow. Go to sleep, sweetheart.” He kisses my forehead and I fall into a restful sleep.
***
“You don’t need to bring all of this crap.” Nate and I are standing in his bedroom with my suitcase open on the bed.
“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I ask, hands on my hips.
“No.”
“Then I need all this crap.” I glare at him, secretly delighted with him, and enjoy the view. He’s pulled his hair back, is wearing a white t-shirt under a black sweater and dark blue jeans. His arms are crossed over his chest, making his biceps flex.
Yum.
“Julianne, I want to take the bike.”
“Okay, tell me where we’re going and I’ll downsize my stuff.”
“I’m not telling you where we’re going.”
“Then how do I know what I need? Let’s take the car. It’s called compromise, ace.”
He sighs, rubs his face with his hands in exasperation, and glares at me when he sees my smile.
“Why are you grinning?”
“Because you’re hot when you’re frustrated with me.”
Nate chuckles and shakes his head. “Fine, bring all your shit. We’ll take the Mercedes.”
“See? That wasn’t so hard.” I tap his cheek playfully as I walk past him to the bathroom to gather my toiletries.
“Wait, you have more shit to pack?”
“Yep,” I call over my shoulder.