He stayed with her as her body milked his fingers and shook with unrestrained release. Only stopping when her limbs fell with a thud on the mattress. He moved so that he was beside her and ran his fingers through her hair, brushing the strands that had fallen over her beautiful face, giving her the time to come back to her body as gently as possible. He wanted her to know that she was safe with him. That he would take care of her. He didn’t say it with words because he was afraid that might break the spell. It would have to be enough to show her with his touch, with his mouth and with his body.
When her eyes opened he could see from the clarity evident on her face that she was back in the real world. The only lingering evidence of her orgasmic foggy state was a small flush of pleasure still evident in her eyes. He liked that.
“That was…insanely good,” she murmured, her voice low and sensual. His cock hardened to maximum strength at the sound of her voice.
She shifted on her side and pulled her bottom lip between her teeth as she reached out and put her hand on his chest. She ran her fingers up and down his torso, across his abs and then around to his back and ass. Her touch was exploratory and gentle, and he knew that he wasn’t going to be able to take much more of this before he’d have to be inside her.
That feeling intensified when she grabbed his shaft and started stroking it with long, sure movements. She snuggled her head into his chest as she did that, her silky soft hair brushing his skin and the citrus smell of it drifting intoxicatingly into his nostrils, the sweet weight of her body pressed against his as he held her with one arm. He watched the mesmerizing movement of her delicate hand, loving the feeling of holding her to him as he watched and felt her doing something so erotic. Her movements became faster and faster, and he could feel himself approaching the point of no return. He couldn’t let that happen—not yet.
He grabbed her wrist again with one hand and with the other he reached over to the nightstand to grab the condom package. His ripped the wrapper with his teeth and was about to pull it out when she surprised him by turning the tables.
With her free hand she wrapped her fingers tightly around his wrist and looked up into his eyes and gave him a seductive smile. “Not so fast.” Her lips curved wickedly. “We’ll get to that. Trust me. And I’m sure it’s going to be amazing. But first, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do.”
Damn. She was his dream come true. His fantasy come to life. And he hoped, finally, his reality from this day on.
***
Eliza loved the way that Nate looked at her when she said or did something that was even slightly naughty or shocking. His eyes grew dark with hunger, and his breathing sped up. Both totally involuntary physical responses, and that’s what she liked best about them—he wasn’t controlling them. They weren’t hidden behind the curtain that he kept in place. They showed her how Nate really felt about her, how attracted to her he really was, and how turned on she actually made him.
She leaned down, her hair forming a kind of waterfall curtain over his chest, and kissed her way down his ripped abs. She continued stroking him the entire time she was moving her mouth downward. She never broke her rhythm, not for one second. She loved the way he felt in her hand. He was hot and strong and solid. It made her feel safe and secure, beautiful and desired.
When she reached her destination, she swirled her tongue around his engorged tip. He had teased her, after all, before really diving in and going to work between her legs. Turnabout was fair play. She flicked the edge teasingly and licked off a bead of clear white liquid. He tasted salty and manly and musky, just like he was.
Then, in the spirit of further teasing, she slid her lips just over his crown and applied slow, maddening suction. He groaned and grasped the back of her head, applying gentle pressure to let her know that he wanted her to move farther down, to take him entirely in her mouth. She grinned inwardly. Of course she knew that was what he wanted. He would just have to wait. She’d waited a lifetime to do this and she didn’t have any plans to rush.
She extended her tongue again and licked his stiff member from the base to the tip, then repeated the movement on the other side, as if she were slowly eating the world’s most delicious ice cream cone. There was one big difference though, besides the sugar. Where an ice cream cone was a cold treat on a hot summer day, Nate’s member was just about the furthest thing from cold she could think of. It was hot and throbbing, and she couldn’t wait to feel it inside of her again.
Pleasure whipped through her as her own body responded to the oral stimulation she was performing. Her core throbbed with need. With want. With anticipation.
Finally, she decided to put them both out of their misery and she took him in her mouth, sliding it down all the way to the base and holding it there. She held it there for a moment, just enjoying feeling it pulse in her mouth, savoring the steel hard feel of it against her tongue as she moved it around and around. She slowly applied gentle suction, just as she had done when she only had the head in her mouth.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck that feels so good!” The sound of Nate’s cursing and groans caused a fresh wave of tingling wetness to overtake her core.
Keeping suction, making sure that the connection she maintained around his shaft with her lips did not break, she bobbed her head up and down, leaving behind a shining trail of slick and wet saliva on his hard flesh.
And damn, it looked hot.
Inspiration struck and she decided that he would enjoy seeing it to. After all, if she found it to be such a turn on, he probably would, as well. Without stopping her rhythmic movements, she reached up and gathered her hair into a hasty bun. It wouldn’t hold forever, but it would likely hold through the length of the blow job, and it would serve to give him a much better show than he would get with her hair cascading down over her entire face.
One additional advantage: it gave her the freedom to raise her eyes to his as she sucked him, which she took advantage of immediately. And oh, was she glad she did. Was there anything hotter than looking into Nate’s gaze and seeing the electric sensations she was sending through him with her mouth as she was doing it? Seeing in his eyes how much he loved it?
Nope. Probably not.
Everything about this felt so right. So perfect. Like it was the most natural thing in the world to be there with Nate. It felt like it was always meant to be like this.
It was as if all of her experiences, her failed relationships and the life she’d worked so hard for—it seemed as if they were all leading up to this moment. This was the first time she could think of in such a long time, if not ever, where she felt that she was exactly where she was supposed to be. For once in her life, she wasn’t overthinking everything. Everything was flowing from instinct.
She was lost in sensation and instead of fighting it, she surrendered to it.
He grasped her firmly by the shoulders and lifted her up to face him.
“I need to be inside of you. Now,” his voice left no room for argument, and she loved it. She loved when he was bossy, in bed at least.
He materialized the condom that he’d grabbed earlier and had protection taken care of in one swift movement. Damn. Of all the sexy things he’d done that evening, why did that one get her juices flowing the way that it did? It was just so hot—the way he took control and took himself in his own hand to roll the condom on.
The next thing she knew she was flipped over on her back and he was hovering above her. Her eyes widened at the swift movement and the eroticism of being manhandled like that. It was something she’d never thought she’d enjoy. In her public life she was so independent. But in private, with Nate, she loved letting him take control. She loved his dominating energy. She knew he would never abuse it, never do anything that didn’t bring her pleasure. She felt safe and dangerous at the same time. Her soul and mind craved it. But especially her body.
There was nothing else like it. She didn’t understand it. She liked to be in charge in so many other areas of her life—her job, her friendships and usually even her relationships. But with Nate, she had never had a problem with him taking control. She had always loved it. Right back to those lab partner days. He had always exuded an “I can take amazing care of you if you’ll let me” vibe, and she had responded to it like a cat to catnip from minute one. She still did.