Bringing a hand down to my folds, slick with want, I moaned around his cock. Soon, I was close to another orgasm from my fingers, from the sexy sounds he was making, from the looming thought of Nathaniel, unraveling, undone by how good I was making him feel.
“Amelia,” he said, voice strained and breath coming fast and erratic, “Amelia sweetheart, are you…”
“Mm-hmm,” I hummed, nodding best I could to let him know how close I was.
I felt his grip tighten, guiding my head to pleasure him slower until he finally held me still. I was waiting for him to show me what he wanted.
When he pulled my mouth off him, it surprised me, but then he knelt down. Wide-eyed, I let out a little squeak as he turned me around briskly, bending me over the weight bench. My elbows landed on the soft padding, and I felt Nathaniel spread my legs, positioning his wet, rock-hard cock against my entrance, his warm, broad chest against my torso.
He leaned into my neck and nipped at my earlobe.
“I need to feel your sweet body,” he murmured, scrambling my circuits, kissing my neck and pressing into me from behind. The angle was deeper than in the car, the friction unbelievable when he started moving, and I whined needily as he reached a hand around my front to bring his fingers to my clit.
I was throbbing with the need for release, on the precipice as he rubbed tight circles around my sensitive sweet spot, rocking his length into me with long strokes.
This was more than I had imagined. Better than I had dreamed. All those nights thinking of Nathaniel, wishing he could be mine–none of my fantasies compared to finally having him for myself.
“I want you to come for me again,” he huffed. “Can you do that, Amelia? Can you be good for me?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, feeling the pleasure and pressure build in my core. “Yes, Nathaniel, yes I’ll be good–so,sogood–” Then my orgasm hit me, a shock and a rush, burning through my body and setting all my nerve endings on fire.
“So good for me, coming around my cock, so fuckingperfect–Amelia–” He bucked into me harder, fucking me through my climax until I saw stars, then came with a shout as he gripped my hips and held me to him tightly, groaning.
It took us a while to catch our breath.
When I finally did, my first instinct was a practical one.
“Good thing there are towels down here.”
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We got dressed, sharing soft laughs and little kisses. I reached for my panties hanging on the weight rack, but Nathaniel stopped me, holding my wrist gently.
“Ah-ah-ah,” he chastised. “This,” he said with a smirk, “is mine now.” Letting go of my wrist, he took the G-string into his hand, and regarded it for a moment before tucking it into his trouser pocket.
Nathaniel left the gym first. I followed a few minutes later, rejoining the party.
He stayed closer to me now, seizing the chance when no one was looking to brush his fingertips along my thigh, place his broad hand on my ass–sans G-string–and give it a light squeeze.
I loved the way he looked at me when no one was watching. The way his eyes lingered on me, twinkling with the little secret we shared.
It was naughty and taboo. But it was also tender.
We made sure to avoid each other once Nathaniel was saying his goodbyes. I remained near my sisters and waved rather than doing what I really wanted–throw myself into his arms for a passionate kiss.
There was something precious here, something worth protecting, and I was beginning to see that he felt that way, too.
Chapter 10
Nathaniel
The week had dragged by. On the Saturday morning after Colleen’s party, I awoke to the sound of the surf outside my bedroom window, crashing onto the shore below the cliff.
My thoughts, like every other morning this week, went straight to Amelia. We had given in to our mutual desire, and the chemistry between us was undeniable.
A week was already too long a time without her. I needed to see her again. With an upcoming business trip, that need became even more urgent.
I texted her before getting out of bed and asked if she could meet me a block away from her apartment, figuring that picking her up at the front door during the daylight was too risky. She replied with a simple, “yes,” and I bolted up from the sheets and into the shower with the energy of a twenty-year-old.