And that is where we are now. He’s standing behind me panting while one palm between my shoulders pins me against the wall as his other continues to spank each of my naked cheeks.
He takes a handful of my flesh and gives me a painful squeeze, the feeling shooting something so heavenly between my legs. He lets go, brings his hand down again over the heated skin, and shifts so I can feel his pants-covered erection between my cheeks.
“You look so fucking hot wearing my marks,” he utters against my shoulder before his teeth take a hard nip.
“Oh, God.” I gasp.
He continues to play with me, nipping and licking at my shoulder and neck while rocking against me.
“Please. I need you, Nate,” I whine, pushing against him.
“My mouth or my cock?”
My mouth moves, and between pants and incoherent mumbling, I try to answer. My legs are shaking so violently; the release I so desperately need is just within reach, rendering me incapable of conscious thought, let alone speech.
“You’re soaking my pants, Ember. You need me, baby?”
I give him a nod, my forehead hitting the wall softly. With no strength left, I leave it there and sigh.
Nate continues his tantalizing movements with hips rocking against my backside. The burn of his pants against my heated flesh only spikes my growing need for him with each rub. His hands come up to roughly grab my breasts through the dress, pinching my nipples harshly. I whine and he answers with a coarse laugh.
With quick movements, he has me turned. My back hits the wall as my legs come up to hook behind his back. The second his hips connect with my core, I notice that at some point he had shed his pants, the hard heat of his bare erection hitting the spot that needs him the most, and I whimper shamelessly.
With our faces level, noses touching with each deep inhale, it’s as if we both feel the need to be as close as possible and our hands move. Mine slowly travel up his chest until the tips of my fingers are in his silky hair and my thumbs are at his cheekbones. He moves slower, stabilizing our weight with his body before framing my face, his thumbs sweeping over my cheek slowly.
His luminous eyes burn their gaze into mine as he stares at me with raw hunger. Our mingled breaths rush between parted lips, just inches from touching, as we continue to gaze at each other. What had started as a desperate desire to feel each other changes in that instant; it’s no longer about the hunger to find our releases, but to share something more intense than we ever had before.
I gasp when he lifts his body from mine; taking his cock from the hug my lips had been giving it, I mourn the loss. With our faces so close, I see his hooded eyes darken to a mossy green that burns brightly, reminding me of a rain-soaked field after a hard downpour.
Hypnotizing.
Alluring.
All-consuming.
The second he enters my body, we both call out. His fingers flex on my neck and pull my forehead to his without breaking eye contact.
He moves slowly, each inch entering my body with unhurried measured thrusts that have a new burn crawling up my skin, leaving goose bumps in its wake. I tighten my thighs, trying to bring him closer, or speed him up, but he ignores me. Even as my whimpers turn to an aroused whine, he doesn’t take me harder than the slow glide he had created. The sounds of our breaths echoing around us mingle with the wet sounds of him entering and exiting my body.
“More,” I say breathily.
His forehead rocks against mine as that mossy green brightness takes on a blaze from within. His nostrils flaring and his breathing labored.
“More,” I beg.
His movements still with his cock buried deep. I whimper, the fullness stretching me. He twitches but still doesn’t move. Just bores into me with an expression that causes my heart to gallop at dangerous speeds.
“I love you.” His voice is guttural, hoarse from the intense moment we’re sharing.
“I love you, too. So much.”
Not breaking eye contact and his cock still deep inside me, he closes the small distance to my lips. Only when our tongues make contact does he start to move again. The same slow—painfully slow—infiltration of mind, body, heart, and soul.
I pull my mouth from his when the intimacy becomes too much. My hands fall from his face to his neck, and I feel my eyes wet when I realize that, at this moment, we’re as close as anyone could ever get to experience paradise.
Not even completely nude and with me against the wall, Nate makes love to my body. And if there was any doubt about him owning all of me before now, it was obliterated the second I clamped down on him with a scream as his own grunt of completion rumbled from deep in his chest.
IT’S BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE Ember’s art show.
Two weeks since I earned the right to have her heart back and gave her mine in return. Sometimes, I feel like the biggest *-whipped bastard around because all it takes is one sly smile from her and I’m ready to drop to my knees and promise her the fucking world.