With one hand still holding her wrists together, he turned and laid his laptop gently aside, moving it to the bookshelf behind the desk, and then swept all of the loose papers and pens that were left behind onto the floor with one swift movement. It was like something out of a movie. She’d never seen anyone do anything like that in real life, and she’d always thought it would be sexy and it was. It was very caveman and she freaking loved it.
Next, he grabbed a hoodie that was hanging on the back of his chair and laid it across the desk, smoothing it out to make a soft and warm place for her. Desire was blossoming in her core but warmth blossomed in her chest.
Nate.
He was so thoughtful. Always taking care of her. Always thinking of her needs before his own. It made her a little misty.
He turned, wrapping one arm around her and laid her down oh-so-gently on the hard surface of the desk, which was cushioned only slightly by the improvised blanket. Lifting his hand that held her wrists, he pinned them above her head. The position of her arms caused her chest to lift as he stepped between her legs, spreading her knees apart as he did.
Leaning down over her, he brushed strands of hair back from her head and smiled down at her, the affection that he felt for her was a palpable energy between them, evident in everything from his eyes to his smile to his touch.
“Are you comfortable?”
“No.” She rolled her hips, seeking the relief only he could give her.
His grin grew wider as heat flared in his chocolate-brown gaze. “On the desk. Are you comfortable on the desk?”
“Yes,” she conceded.
As much as she wanted to rush him, she knew from experience good things happen to those who wait. Patience had not always been a virtue that she’d possessed but she was definitely seeing its benefits now.
He started touching her, then, and she realized very quickly that his concerns about whether or not she was comfortable on the desk were completely pointless. In less than two seconds she was so wrapped up in the experience that she would’ve been hard-pressed to answer the question of what she was lying on. Or what room she was in. Or what city. Or…anything, really. Anything that didn’t have to do with how heavenly his hands on her body felt, and how amazing the sensations he was sending through her were.
His fingers were gentle and exploratory. His touch was tender, conveying his inner emotions to her, and she savored each brush of his skin against hers like a treasure to be carried in her heart and soul until the end of time.
She had spent so many years of her life not knowing how he felt about her. Not knowing if her love for him was being returned or not. Now that she knew, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that he loved her…that it was real…every time his hand brushed over her skin, it was exponentially more meaningful than it’d been before.
Before? It was just pleasure. Now? It was an expression of love.
Nate took his time touching her. There was no hurry. There were no emotional barriers between them. They were completely free and they could luxuriate in one another. She, for one, planned on taking full advantage of that freedom. After how long she had waited, she felt like she deserved it. She had earned this time with Nate. She was going to savor it with every bit of energy she possessed.
But, when his fingers began running up and down her thighs, her sex began throbbing in anticipation. She tried to breathe, relax and just let herself feel all of the wonderful sensations that were spiraling through her. It grew more and more difficult as she felt the back of his knuckles brush against her folds each time he went up one side of her thigh and then back down the other. Of their own accord, her hips began lifting up every time she felt his hand nearing the apex of her legs in an effort to push her center against his touch.
“Don’t move.” He instructed roughly as he released his hold on her wrists.
She did as he asked, keeping her arms above her head, and watched as he placed a hand on each knee and spread her legs apart even further than they were. A rush of air wafted over her damp core before she felt the all-encompassing sensation of Nate’s hot mouth covering her. That’s when she lost the ability to reason, to think, to do anything but feel.
His tongue made its maddeningly slow way up and down her seam several times until she was right on the verge of begging him to focus his attentions on the center of her pleasure—that hard button that his tongue was currently only briefly brushing past on its passes back and forth. But then, reading her mind, as it seemed he always did, he moved his mouth up to the top of her slit and focused his suction there, pulling her into his mouth and swirling his tongue around her again and again.
She looked down at him and the visual only increased the ripples of pleasure rolling through her. His head looked so sexy there, past the mound of her breasts and the flat expanse of her belly, moving between the vee of her legs. She wanted so badly to reach down and tangle her hands in his hair, pull him even closer to her, but he’d told her not to move. It served to increase the erotic quotient of this experience. It wasn’t just hot. It was scorching.
Just when she felt like she was about to come, to surrender to the powerful orgasm that had been building low in her belly, he switched up the rhythm. Backing his mouth off slightly, he changed his tongue’s caresses to a soft lap rather than the pulsing circles he had just been making. Somehow, the effect of those feather-light and gentler strokes were just as powerful as the more aggressive caresses had been. She didn’t see how that was possible, but she didn’t need to. Nate knew her body instinctively so that all she had to do was trust him to take good care of her. He was obviously more than up to the task.
After taking her just to the precipice of release and then pulling back several more times, he pushed two fingers inside of her and began to pump them in and out. He slowly increased the speed and rhythm of his digits thrusting in and out of her. Pleasure built unbearably from the friction and pressure of his fingers and the velvety warmth of his tongue and lips.
Eliza’s torso lifted up and she gripped the edge of the desk as the orgasm she had thought was going to claim her just moments before raged through her like a freight train. Her muscles clenched and spasmed. Her back arched and she pressed her head into the hardwood of the desk.
She was happy, at that moment, to be lying on a surface that was so solid. It gave her good leverage to press herself even further against his mouth as she came, getting closer and closer to him, his fingers diving deeper into her and his tongue pressing harder against her. All of those components combined to intensify and draw the orgasm out.
Even with the incredible release she was experiencing, she kept enough of her head about her to remember that she needed to be quiet. After all, they were in his office. She must have had some inner exhibitionist in her because that thought sent her soaring even further into erotic oblivion. A white light enveloped her vision and lightheadedness took her floating away.
When she came back to herself, she saw Nate standing above her, a sexy grin on his face and a condom already on his impressive erection. It was all he was wearing.
In a skilled and fluid movement, he wrapped his arm around her and flipped her over so she was bending over the desk she had just been spread out on. He moved so he hovered above her back and ran his hands down her arms and over her hands and pushed her fingers down so that they were grabbing onto the far side of the wood desktop above her head.
She felt his breath fan against the side of her face as he whispered, “If I could tie you to this desk I would, but since I can’t…don’t move.”
A picture of Nate tying her up popped up in her mind’s eye and her entire body flashed with renewed arousal. She wanted to feel him driving into her. Her legs began shaking as she lifted on her tiptoes, offering herself to him.