"I can't wait," Hillary hisses into my ear.
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"Nathan, I can't," she whimpers into the rough sheets on the bed. "I can't do it again."
I race my tongue over her folds again. "You need to come again, Jessica. I need it."
She pushes back and I suck her swollen bud between my lips, grazing my teeth over it. I grab tightly to her thighs, pulling them even further apart. I'm rewarded with a soft moan. I can tell by the way her body is moving that she's close again already. The moment we checked into the hotel and dropped our bags on the floor, I pulled her clothes off, made her get on all fours and my face dove between her legs. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to hear the beautiful sound of her coming under my tongue and touch. Seeing her so vulnerable and exposed is all the reward I need.
Her back arches as the orgasm floods through her. I lean back to watch the fluid movement of her body as it's overcome with pleasure. Her legs collapse, her ass wiggles and her hands grasp firmly to the sheets, pulling them loose from the mattress. My name flutters into the stillness of the air over and over again as she falls back down from the edge of her desire.
"Nathan, fuck me." It's a half whisper, barely audible. My heart is pounding heavily from watching her body reacting to my touch. "Fuck me hard."
I bolt to my knees, pulling open my pants and freeing my cock. I don't waste a moment before I push it into her, slowly at first. She's so wet, but it's still so much for her. It's always been so much and the exquisite tightness almost pushes me into a deep orgasm immediately. I have to pull back slightly to temper what I'm feeling.
She glances back, her hair flying over her face. The moisture settling on her top lip only makes her that much more seductive. It's not surprising that I couldn’t control myself the first moment I laid eyes on her at the club in Manhattan. I wanted all of her then and nothing has changed. I'm consumed with my need for her.
"Fuck, this is so good," I hiss through clenched teeth. I still while I undo my cuff links. I toss them on the bed. I slide the blue dress shirt off my shoulders before grabbing heavily to her hips.
"I love when you fuck me hard." She's a temptress and she knows it. The words she uses when I'm buried balls deep in her body push me into a place I've never been before. I've fucked hundreds of women but this is the only woman I've ever made love to. I need to feel her come again before I can release. I have to. My body won't allow anything else.
I rail back on my heels and pull tightly to her hips as I ram my dick relentlessly into her. "Christ, you're so fucking tight, Jessica. I'll never get used to it."
"Harder, Nathan." She pushes back against me, her wetness enveloping my cock like a slick, taut glove. She raises her body, pushing her hands into the mattress to give herself more flexibility.
I take on the challenge, plunging myself further and further into her. "Goddamn," I scream. "I'm going to shoot my load in you. It's going to fill you up."
That's enough to throw her over the edge. She cries out as her muscles tense around my cock, pushing me into the middle of an intense and overwhelming orgasm.
"Christ, shit. Jessica," I call out from the sheer weight of the pleasure coursing through each and every one of my cells. "I fucking can't believe it." I can't. It's so good. It's only gotten better and better. We know each other's bodies so well. She knows how to make me come so hard.
"Nathan," she whispers my name only the way she can. "I loved that."
"I love you." I curl up next to her, pulling her warm, nude body into my chest. "I fucking love you."
Chapter 4
"Your tits are way too big for that dress."
"I know," she throws the words at me as she stares at herself in the full length mirror on the back of the closet door. "I sent my sister the measurements but I feel like I'm going to have a nipple slip."
"I don't mind," I tease. Truth is I do mind. If that piece of shit ex-boyfriend of hers is at this wedding he's going to be drooling all over Jessica in that sad excuse of a dress her sister ordered for her. "Maybe your dress is mixed up with one of the bridesmaids."
"They're wearing a different color." She shrugs at her own reflection in the mirror as she hikes up the front of the strapless, navy blue, floor length dress yet again. "I look ridiculous."
She doesn't. She looks fucking breathtaking. She's pulled her hair up into a messy bun on the top of her head. She's wearing minimal make up and her hourglass figure is on full display in the dress. I can't fathom why her sister chose this dress for her. Any man in the church is going to fall to his knees and praise the heavens for this vision. "You look beautiful." I toss her a cheesy smile as I watch her tenderly try to fasten the clasp on the necklace I bought her for her birthday a few months ago. The chain is delicate, the single sapphire stone in the center of the silver pendant a constant reminder of the color of her eyes. I had my friend,
Ivy, design it in her studio just for Jessica. She wears it almost daily and each time I see it around her neck, I'm in awe of how its beauty only adds to her own.
"Help me, please." She smiles at my reflection in the mirror. "I only need your help with the necklace. Don't touch the dress."
I throw my head back in laughter. The first time she asked me to zip her up this afternoon I pushed the dress down and pinched her nipples while she rubbed her hand over her wetness until she came in the mirror for me. This time I'll try and behave. "I won't touch the dress." I pitch my hands in the air in playful surrender. "I'll help with the necklace and then we'll go."
She nods as her eyes stare into mine in the mirror. "You're so handsome, Nathan."
I pull my gaze away from hers. I do it as much to focus on the small clasp of the necklace as to regain my composure. She sees into the deepest parts of me. She knows me better than anyone ever has and she still adores me, flaws and all. It's moments like this when I question whether I'm good enough for her. She's perfection and innocence woven into the most beautiful creature I've ever seen. I'm jaded, used and cynical. I can't help but wonder what I've done in this lifetime to deserve this much happiness.
"Nathan?" Her soft voice calls to me as I stare at the clasp. My fingers are still inches apart. I haven't moved since she told me how handsome she thinks I am. "Is it broken?"