He leans back on his heels and I know he's going to get up from the bed. "I'll get…"
"Nathan," my voice is soft and gritty. My hand is gliding over my wet folds. "Please."
"Fuck." He leans back and strokes his cock while he watches me circle my clit with my own finger. "Touch yourself, baby. Do it."
I close my eyes and let my head fall to the side as I feel the pleasure wash through me.
"Open your eyes, Jessica," he's demanding. "Open them."
I push them open and I'm rewarded with the sight of him hovering over me. He's so beautiful. So strong, so steely.
"Nathan." His name escapes my lips. "Nathan."
I feel the tip of his cock touch my clit and I push my hips back into the bed.
"No." I shake my head.
"I won't." His lips melt over mine. "Trust me."
I moan through him when I feel the very tip of his cock circle my swollen bud. "Oh, God, please." I buck my hips closer. I need to feel more.
He strokes his heavy cock in his palm as he slides it over my cleft. "You're going to come like this."
I'm so close. I try to push my hand down to take over. I need to come now.
"No," he commands. "Don't touch yourself. This is all for me."
I gaze into his eyes as his cock rubs my clit, over and over, faster and faster. "I'm going to…" the words stop as the orgasm races through me. I reach out to grab his shoulders, pulling on him.
He pulls back harshly, lets out a deep, animalistic growl and finds his own release all over my body.
Chapter 17
"Why did you put my number in your fuck phone and not your regular phone?"
"My fuck phone?" He cocks a brow as he massages my foot. "Is that what we're calling it now?"
I lean back on the bed and cradle my head in my arms. "It's like a super hero phone for douche bags."
He cocks a brow as a slight smile grazes his lips. "One point for Jessica."
"Why did you do it?" I close my eyes. His hand moves up my leg, massaging the back of my calf.
"Do you have a few hours so I can explain it?" His tone is raspy and quiet.
"Yes." I nod without opening my eyes.
His hands leave my leg and I feel an instant loss. I sigh when I feel him pull himself up the bed so he's resting next to me.
"Turn over." His hand glides to my hip as I turn to face him. "Listen to me."
I nod.
"When I lived in Boston I was…" He stares into my eyes and I can see the reservation there. "God, Jessica, I was such an asshole."
"I know," I say under my breath.
"You know?"