He thrusts forward, forcing himself deeper into my throat, making me gag slightly on his pre-cum, but I don't care.
It's the moment I've been waiting for, hoping for, dreaming for.
Nathan Thompson is all mine, if only for right now.
I take his length again and again, reveling in his scent, enjoying his taste. Then I open my eyes and look up at him. He's watching me the way I hoped he would, gazing at me with lusty eyes.
"Come here," he says, and I stand obediently.
Nathan turns me around gently and unzips my dress. It falls to the floor, quickly accompanied by my bra and panties. When he turns me back around, I stand naked in front of him. He sucks in his breath as he takes in my breasts, my body, and my shaved, ready pussy.
I'm ready for him.
"I've been thinking about this since the moment I met you," he whispers in my ear. "You have no idea how much I want you right now."
I grip his cock with one hand and smile.
"I might have a little bit of an idea," I say.
He growls and pushes me over the bed, so I'm bending over, my feet planted firmly on the ground and my hands gripping the comforter.
His finger slides up and down my folds, gently teasing my clit. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain myself. I feel his fingers slide inside of me and I bite my lip, not wanting to scream. The way he's filling me up feels so amazing. I can't wait for the real thing.
I push back against his hand, moaning softly, not caring that I sound needy and whiny. I'm ready for more. I'm ready for everything.
I hear the rustle of a condom wrapper, then his hands are on my hips, gripping me, pulling me back, impaling me quickly on his hard cock.
This time I do scream.
This time I cry out everything I'm feeling.
Every inch of Nathan glides in and out of me in perfect rhythm and I push back against him again and again, needing even more of him. His hands move from my hips to my breasts and back again, owning me, possessing me.
It's been a long time since I was last fucked and it's never been like this before: fast and passionate, hard and determined.
He flips me over and pushes me back onto the bed, draping my legs over his shoulders as he fucks me face-to-face.
It's intimate, to be sure, but it's also wild. His eyes burn as he takes in every bit of me, lustfully gazing at me, reminding me without words exactly how gorgeous he thinks I am.
I run my nails down his arms and back up again, lighting up his nerves, making him come even more alive as we bond together in the darkness of my room. My fingers find their way down to my clit, where I begin to touch gently as he continues to thrust in and out of me, growing more and more aroused with each second.
My orgasm builds quickly, quicker than it ever has before, and it's not long before I'm writhing beneath Nathan. His hand covers my mouth as I cry out for mercy, falling exhausted back onto the bed as waves of pleasure continue to roll over my body. I shake as he joins me in release, murmuring my name as he comes.
And then it's over.
And we're alone on my bed.
He tosses the condom and then sits down beside me, pulling my head into his naked lap, stroking my hair.
"That was amazing," I whisper. He nods, quietly basking in the moment.
"You're incredible," Nathan tells me. From the quiver in his voice, I can tell that he means it, though it was really the last thing I expected: seducing (or being seduced by) a billionaire.
Slowly, we begin to redress and make our way back downstairs, catching the tail end of the party. The music has slowed and many of the guests are making their way to the doors, ready to relax after a long, exciting celebration.
Natasha rushes over immediately, starting to babble something at Nathan about how she was looking for him.
Then she notices me hanging off his arm, and she notices our ruffled hair.