Yet, he hadn’t said no.
He’d said yes.
To all of my demands.
And he hadn’t even blinked at any of them. It was almost as if he wanted me there, and he’d do just about anything to keep me there.
I swallowed hard when he continued to stare and fidgeted when he didn’t break the eye contact.
“You make me really nervous,” I blurted. “Why are you staring at me like that?”
His eyes roamed over my face, taking in my crazy hair that was now mostly down instead of in a ponytail on top of my head, and the tops of my breasts that were still smushed against his chest.
“Because I’m not quite sure what to think or say, and I’m trying to decide if I should ask you to move in with me tonight, or if that’ll be too much for you,” he answered honestly.
I licked my lips and pressed on his chest, pausing slightly when I saw all the little half-moon indentations from my fingernails digging into his skin.
“Don’t,” he said, reading my expression. “I like them.”
I wasn’t so sure that I did.
But I was a bit out of control.
“Get up. I need to go…” wipe stuff out that may or may not be staining your sheets right now.
God, I sure hoped that I didn’t leave any blood.
I’d, of course, used my fair share of dildos. But Jesus, I hadn’t been prepared for Nathan’s girth.
There was a possibility, even if only a slim one, that there may be evidence of my no longer innocent self staining his sheets.
He moved us both as one, taking me by the hips and forcing me to go with him whether I wanted to or not.
Not that I would complain.
Though, I did have to admit that it felt utterly foreign to feel something that deep inside of me.
Was he still hard?
He walked directly to the shower and flicked it on with two twists, stepping inside before it’d even finished heating up all the way.
Only then did he drop me to my feet. At the same time, he finally dislodged his cock from my body, and I realized that though earlier it might’ve felt foreign with him inside me, it also felt right.
Now I just felt like I was missing something.
I squeaked and jolted forward when the cool water hit me and offered Nathan a glare.
“I don’t like cold showers,” I grumbled, reaching for the knob and turning it up even more.
He didn’t stop me, so I continued turning it up until it was a more comfortable temperature.
When I was finally done, I turned around to see Nathan staring at me.
“You done?” he asked through gritted teeth.
I nodded. “It’s actually a bit colder than I’d like it, but I was being nice and remembering that you don’t like hot showers.”
How did I know that?
When we used to vacation together, we always used to shower off the sand at the outdoor shower station at the bottom of our beach house pier.
Nathan hated waiting for me, so he’d always try to get there first.
Except, most of the time I used to join him in the shower at the same time—we had our clothes on, pervs!—and crank it up until it was too hot to handle.
He’d hated it and allowed me to go first most of the time.
I secretly used to flush the toilets just to get the hot water to make him scream.
“Yes,” I said as I stared at him. His skin was beginning to redden thanks to the degree of the water. Mine was still milky white. “I’m good.”
He rolled his eyes and started to soap up in the shower, his eyes on me while he did.
I stole his shampoo and conditioner, then we switched.
“This is a rather large shower for a duplex,” I found myself saying.
We didn’t even touch inside of it. And if we added a second showerhead, this would actually be rather comfortable to take one at the same time.
“The whole duplex is pretty fuckin’ sweet,” he admitted. “My townhouse in Longview was less posh than this.”
“Did you just say posh?” I asked, unable to contain the smirk that lit up my face.
He shrugged. “Maybe.”
He started to work the shampoo into his hair, and I allowed my eyes to run down the length of his body.
His cock was still half hard.
I stared at it long enough that I decided to touch it.
I poked the very tip.
“Did you feel that?” I questioned.
He didn’t react.
He cracked open one of his eyes as he stared at me.
“You just poked my dick. The tip at that. One of the most sensitive parts on my entire body. Of course I felt it,” he mumbled.
My lips turned up at the edges as I leaned over and did it again once he closed his eyes.
My finger barely grazed over the ridge.
“What about then?”
“Yep,” he said.