23
Kori
I’m not sure who was in a bigger rush to get home tonight, Nate or myself. Our hands were entwined together the whole way home, if it wasn’t engulfed in my own. He was rubbing my leg and every time he would slowly inch it up to the place, I needed to feel him most. The heat of his touch through my jeans had me melting, with just sweeping passes he had my body on fire for him.
When Nate pulled up to my apartment and put his truck in park, I was racing to unbuckle my seatbelt and rushing to the front door.
He was right behind me the whole time while I fumbled with the keys trying to unlock my front door. The heat I feel on my back is from Nate, he helps me, turning the lock. As soon as it’s open, we walk through. Him still at my back until he slams the door shut. I’m spun around, my back is against the wall, my lips are melded to Nate’s. He’s sandwiched between my spread legs. He lifts me up by my legs, I wrap them around his firm hips, feeling the hard length even through both of our jeans.
My hands push the flannel shirt he’s wearing off as he holds me by his powerful and thick thighs, we manage to work together and take it off. My hands then pull up the black tee shirt he has left on.
His skin is hot to the touch, yearning for my own. We’re both tearing at each other’s clothes. He pulls me off the wall and I’m standing on my own. I mewl in protest, “Please, Nate.”
My puffer vest is pulled off with his hands. Once that’s gone, I start to take off my long-sleeved shirt, only it gets stuck on my head, making us both laugh.
Nate takes his time getting me out of my top. I’m blowing out a breath in frustration. I need us skin to skin as much as I need my next breath of air.
I unclasp my bra and Nate stands back. He takes me in, my breasts are on display, nipples hardening with his lingering gaze. Seeing his nostrils flare and the need on his face has me kicking my shoes off, and they come off with ease. My jeans are next to go, and I start to unbuckle them, but Nate knocks my hands away and grunts, “Don’t. I need to do this, beautiful.”
He peels my jeans and panties down my legs while he’s on his haunches. I look down at him, his eyes are level with my center, and I can feel my body come alive. Nate comes closer to me, the smooth skin showing him exactly how much I want him.
“This is all mine,” he says with reverence. He brings the tip of his finger and slowly traces a path from my hip to my center, settling on the mouth of my pussy. My head drops back as I moan out his name, “Nate.”
He stands up abruptly, “Unhh, stop teasing me, Nate,” I gasp. Then he’s stripping right in the foyer. He works through his own shoes, pants, and today he chose to go commando. That part is my favorite. He usually leaves that for the weekend, knowing we both can’t keep our hands off each other, plus it’s perfect for easy access.
His cock is long and stands up against his navel. I lick my lips, and that’s when Nate pounces.
“Not teasing you, Kori, taking my time with you,” he picks me up, both of us naked. My legs are wrapped around his hips as he walks us towards my bedroom. With every step, his cock slides against my pussy, it would take nothing to push my hips down and feel him exactly where I need him most.
24
Nate
The way she looks all laid out on the bed, her legs are splayed open, her hair a halo on the bed. I can’t help but crawl between her legs, my mouth finds her pussy. I want more of her taste. No, I need her like I would need my last drop of water in a desert. I suck on her clit as I bring my fingers into play. I slowly press my thumb inside her, her body clinches down inside her warm center. I hear her moaning, but I take my time, slowly building her up.
“Nate,” she gasps out loud, her hands delve in my hair and she’s pulling with a fever that I know is for me and only me. Her hips lift up into my mouth, and she comes. Fuck, does she come for me.
“Oh god.” She moans, I bring her down, and then ever so slowly, I disengage myself from her taste. I need to be inside Kori more than I need life itself.