Her hand crept down to where his head bobbed. Careful as to not disturb him, she threaded her fingers through his hair, gently holding his head between her legs. That seemed to encourage him, for he increased the intensity of his attentions. With his mouth still surrounding that sensitive spot, the arm that had been anchoring her to the bed slid up to caress her breast. His other hand disappeared underneath him until Sara felt a gentle prodding at the entrance to her body and he pushed a finger inside of her.
She arched her back, lifting her body off the bed. Good heavens!
The tension from the other night had returned with a vengeance and he was controlling it with practiced ease. One flick of his tongue or one stroke of his finger and she would be spiraling close to the edge, only for him to change movements to draw her back. It was torturous and she suspected he knew that.
“Nathan, please,” she gasped as he pulled her away from her climax yet again.
He pulled back and looked up at her face, thrilling in the passion he saw there. He slid a second finger into her, stretching her, and pressed his thumb to where his mouth had been. “What do you want?” he rasped out.
Sara shook her head against the pillow, unable to voice it.
“Say it Sara. Are my attentions unwanted?”
“No,” she managed.
“Do you like it when I do this?” He made quick circles with this thumb.
Her back arched again. “Yes.”
“And this?” He thrust his fingers in and out without halting his thumb.
“Yes.” A guttural groan.
His own breath was coming more raggedly. “What more do you want?”
“Kiss me,” she demanded.
“Where? On the mouth?”
She shook her head.
“Say it Sara.”
“Down there.”
He complied, his mouth eager to taste her once more. He licked her juices, the sweet tang filling his senses. “Christ, Sara,” he groaned against her. “You taste so good. Like fresh strawberries.”
Her hand grasped his hair again, holding him against her, muffling all of his words. His tongue and fingers worked their magic and the tension building inside of her burst, setting forth the desired pulses up through her veins, saturating her body. Sara gasped with each throb until she lay back against the bed again, replete.
Nathan pulled his fingers out, his mouth still working in gentle strokes, soothing the pleasured flesh. Easing back, he kissed either side of her inner thighs and worked his way up until he captured her mouth, taking it in a long, slow kiss. He held his body above her, careful to keep them from meeting and testing his resolve even more. Her hands came up to caress his face as they kissed.
Sara pulled away, smiling up at him. “You can lie down on me again,” she offered.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea at the moment,” he replied. His hard on was still raging too strongly to be trusted against her pelvis.
“I don’t mind. I enjoyed it last time.” She pulled on his shoulders, encouraging him to do as she bid.
Unable to resist any longer, Nathan settled against her, pressing his forehead into her neck. She accommodated his hips between her thighs, bending her knees to welcome him better and her fingers played with the fabric of his robe.
His erection throbbed and jerked, being so close to its desire. Nathan felt her body stiffen slightly. He pulled away from her neck and saw the question in her eyes.
“I want you, Sara Collins,” he said, blunt in his honesty. He saw no reason to dither over wording. “I want you in the most primitive way a man can want a woman. I want to fill your body with my cock and feel your hot flesh surround me. The sight of you, your scent, the very thought of you, arouses me and I want to claim you as my own. I am not ashamed of that.”
The question in her eyes eased, replaced by a glow that he did not recognize. A smile tugged at her lips and she nodded.
He furrowed his brow. “What? What is the nod for?”
She lifted her head and kissed him, her hands running over his shoulders. “It means that your attentions are not unwanted.”
His eyebrows lifted. He wasn’t sure he understood her clearly. “I beg your pardon?”
Sara looked him direct in the eye, the glow still present, but the seriousness unmistakable. “It means that I want this, Nathan. I want you and I want more than what you just gave me. I want it all. I am not ashamed of it either.”