“Oh, sweetheart. I’ve got plans for you. Now, you tell me, are we starting slow tonight?”
“I say we start somewhere in the middle,” I tell him as I scoot to the very edge of the bed. I tug his hips closer, then pull his boxer briefs down his hips, low enough until they fall the remaining way down his legs. His cock springs free and I immediately wrap my fist around it, giving it a few good strokes from the base to the tip. On my second stroke down, I wrap my lips around the crown and follow the movement with my mouth.
“Fuck,” Nathan moans as I work his shaft in and out of my mouth. “Yes, that’s it, baby,” he pants out as his fingers find purchase in my hair. He guides me, allowing me to pleasure him just the way he needs it.
He pulls from my mouth and I look from his swollen cock to his eyes. “I need you on your back, now,” he demands. I quickly shimmy up the mattress, somehow removing my panties as I go. Once settled in the center of the large mattress, he hovers over me and quickly unclasps my bra, tossing it off the bed and onto the floor somewhere. He captures one of my nipples, tugging it lightly with his teeth as he rubs his cock head up and down my slit, making sure to tease my clit in the process.
“Are you ready?” he asks, pressing his tip against my entrance.
“More than ever,” I tell him, and he pushes inside of me. The fullness I feel with his cock deep inside me is like nothing I’ve ever experienced, except with him.
“God damn, you’re perfect,” he says as he starts to move. His thrusts are hard, yet tender. I don’t know if it is the time or just because it is the two of us, but something is different.
“Yes,” I pant, chanting as he builds my orgasm up. I can feel it ready to crest, but just slightly out of reach. All it takes is his thumb finding my clit, and pressing ever-so-lightly against it, for me to shatter and fall over the edge of my orgasm. I take him with me, feeling as his cock swells before he comes hard. It’s then I realize why this time felt so different. We didn’t use a condom.
“You, okay?” Nathan asks, pulling back far enough that he can look into my eyes. His lips take mine in a quick kiss before I can answer him.
“We didn’t use protection,” I tell him.
“Fuck, I’m so sorry, Harper. I’ve never not used one,” he states, letting his forehead fall against my shoulder. “I’m clean, I swear to you. I had a full work up at my last physical that was just a few months ago, and I haven’t been with anyone since then, except you.”
“It’s okay. We’re good. I’m on birth control. I didn’t even realize it until after we finished, and I figured out why it felt so different.”
“I’m still sorry. I should have been thinking about protecting you.”
“I forgive you, and I’m okay with us not using condoms if you don’t want to use them. I’m clean and I trust you.”
“I love you,” he states, looking deep in my eyes. I can’t help the smile that fills my lips at his words.
“I love you, too, Nathan. I always have, and I hope I always get to.”
He rolls us to the edge of the bed. “If we’re going to forgo the condoms, we need to think ahead or else end up with a mess on the sheets.” He chuckles. “But it looks like we lucked out,” he states, looking at the center of the bed where we just were lying. He stands up, taking me with him as he heads for what I’m assuming is the en suite bathroom.
He finally sets me down once we reach the bathroom. “Shower okay with you?” he asks, pointing at the large, glass-enclosed shower.
“Yes, please,” I tell him. He opens the door and turns on the dual shower heads. I watch as the water comes cascading down while the steam begins to rise.
Nathan holds a hand out for me, and I take it as I step into the large shower. The moment the hot water hits my muscles, they relax and the exhaustion from the long day hits me like a wall. According to my body, it is almost midnight and I’ve been awake since about four this morning.
“I got everything on your list,” Nathan states, breaking the silence that had fallen between us as we both enjoyed the water for a few moments.
“You did, or Shelly did?” I ask, smirking at him. I don’t think this man has set foot into a store for everyday things in years. He’s got people to do those kinds of tasks for him.
“Shelly,” he confirms, a sheepish grin tugs at his lips.
“I’ve got you figured out, Mr. Bailey.”
“You think so?” he quips, pulling me against his body. His cock is hard, yet again, and pressed against my belly as we stand here.
“I know so.” I smirk right back at him before I push up on my toes and kiss him. His hands slide down my sides, past my hips and over my ass cheeks. He gives them a teasing squeeze before lowering them further until they’re under my ass cheeks. He hoists me up, allowing me to wrap my legs around his torso as he pins me against the tile wall.
He takes control of the kiss, deepening it as he slides a hand between us. His fingers find my clit, then somehow lower, until he’s sinking two inside of me. I ride his hand, my orgasm coming hard and fast. “That’s it, baby,” he says against my lips. He shifts us ever-so slightly, and the next thing I know, he’s thrusting into me, his cock filling me to the brim.
“Yes!” I cry out. The hardness of the tile behind my back, pinning me to the hardness of his chest. Both unforgiving in their own ways. He pistons his hips, my body quivering around him as I continue to orgasm as he thrusts harder and harder. “Don’t stop,” I chant between thrusts. I wrap my arms tighter around his neck, pulling myself closer, close enough that I can sink my teeth into his neck. The amount of pleasure that is now coursing through my body is going to no doubt put me into a deep sleep tonight.
“I love your tight pussy,” he gruffly tells me, and I can’t help but love the dirty talk that comes out of his mouth when we’re fucking. “That’s it, babe, milk my cock. Take it all from me,” he states as his thrusts become a little faster. “I’m going to come so fucking hard,” he tells me, and I watch as his expression changes to pure bliss as he lets go. He thrusts up one last time, stilling as he empties himself inside of me.
I lose all sense of time, no clue how long we stay in this position. Nathan finally pulls away, setting me back on my feet. “Let me get you cleaned up and back into bed. You look exhausted.”