Oh dear heavens.
She had never imagined such a thing. When he began to suckle, running his tongue in mimicry of his thumb, her body arched into his mouth. He groaned his approval, the vibrations sending additional sparks along her nerves that traveled from her nipple and settled in her womb. The wetness between her legs intensified and her body screamed at her to do something, but she couldn’t figure out what that something was. Her legs moved restlessly underneath the weight of his body.
He switched his attention to her other breast. “So beautiful,” was his gravelly whisper before giving that mound the same adulation as the other.
Her fingers tangled in his hair again, keeping his head where it could do these wonderful things to her. “More,” she begged him. “More.”
Nathan did not hesitate in his response. He pulled away from her breast and captured her mouth again, thrusting his tongue inside and possessing her mouth completely. It did not distract her, however, from feeling his knee push her legs apart. She instinctively parted them, giving him more room, and he pressed his thigh against her apex. Her body simultaneously sighed in relief at the pressure and yearned for more.
He broke the kiss to mutter, “Rub against my thigh.”
She acclimatized to his possessive kiss again before lifting her hips slightly and lowering them, feeling the material of her shift move between the pressure of his thigh and her sensitive flesh. A ribbon of tension spooled inside her, taking her by surprise, and she did it again. The ribbon expanded.
She didn’t like how desperate it made her feel, but she couldn’t stop. As she continued, the tension increased and was amplified when Nathan added his own movement, pulling away and thrusting against her womanhood and hip in rhythm with her own efforts.
He broke the kiss, pressing his forehead against her shoulder. Sweat covered his skin, slick beneath her fingers and the scent filled her nostrils, arousing her further. “Christ, Sara,” he muttered, his hot breath panting against her neck and breast. He lifted himself off of her and settled his hips between her thighs, nestling their pelvises together. His hardness burned her through his smalls and her shift, so much more potent against her womanhood than his thigh as it hit a spot she hadn’t realized existed for such activity.
“Keep moving with me,” he instructed, putting a hand under her hip to angle her pelvis toward him. When he thrust again, pleasure shafted up her womb and through her spine, making her thoughts incoherent. All she knew was that it had to happen again.
Sara dug her heels into the mattress, lifting herself to meet his movements more acutely. Her fingers bit into his back and she pressed her mouth against his shoulder to keep from shouting out. He sped up his movement, the dull thud of their clothing filling the darkness.
“Nathan,” she gasped against his skin. The tension was spiraling out of control and she was becoming frantic.
“Christ,” he grunted. “Almost.”
She flexed her spine again, arching into him and squeezing herself around him. He slowed, thrusting more deliberately against her several times before the tension finally broke, flooding her body with pulsating release. Her head tilted back into the pillow and her breath escaped in small choking gasps.
When her body sagged against the mattress, replete, he resumed his fast pace. She grimaced at the continued contact with that now sore spot, but it wasn’t long until a long shuddering groan escaped him and he stopped. He lowered his body over hers and pressed his cheek to her shoulder, his panting cooling the sweat on her neck. She could feel his racing heartbeat against her breast.
“If I could just lay here for a moment to catch my breath,” he said.
She nodded, enjoying his weight on her. “Of course.” She left her arms around him, trailing her fingers along his vertebrae. His heart slowed and the sweat covering his skin cooled as his body relaxed more into hers.
He let out a deep breath, almost a sigh. “That feels . . .”
His body stilled and he stopped speaking. Abruptly he rolled off her and moved toward the far side of the bed. The curtains clacked as he opened them. “Excuse me for a moment.”
Baffled by his sudden departure, Sara clutched the covers to her chin. Was it something she had done? Or perhaps didn’t do? He had seemed to enjoy their encounter; she certainly had, each moment teaching her something new and changing her opinion of what pleasure was. The thought that he was displeased with what happened cast a pall over her.