Touch Me

**Allie's POV**
I could feel it.
Every ounce of despair, every sour memory, every touch Blake administered to my unwilling skin, evaporating against Nate's lips. I was so afraid that I wouldn't be able to fight the flashbacks of all those days in dad's office, but instead, the only thing I could focus on was Nate. His taste, his enticing scent, the way he cared for me, as if I were an injured baby bird he was nursing back to health. Sacrificial adoration.
I was wrong when I thought I saw pity in his eyes. He didn't pity me, he hurt alongside me, my first real show of true empathy and it came from an escort, a man I'd abused and taken for granted before I even met him.
But he was mine now, and much to my pride's dismay, I was his.
Forgetting that we were still on the hard tile in the kitchen, I began to paw at his shirt. It felt so natural, the hunger surging from my core all the way to the depth of my bones. I wanted to hear him, taste him, feel him. He broke the kiss long enough to aide me in discarding his shirt, his scolding skin beneath my fingertips serving as my warmth despite the blizzard blowing violently outside in the crisp New York winter sky.
I went for the hem of mine, but his hands came to rest over them, stopping me. "Not here." He mumbled, his voice thick and husky and every bit better than any soundtrack I'd played for getting off. I nodded in agreement, letting him grip me tightly and lift both of us off the floor in one graceful motion. I knew I wasn't all that heavy, but damn.
I crossed my ankles behind his back, locking myself in place atop his hips as my starved lips found his neck. He groaned at the contact, moving his hands to firmly grip my ass. God, that noise. His hands were fire, even through the layers of fabric covering me, and I was worried I'd melt before even arriving at our destination, but that proved to be a groundless fear. He set me on the edge of our bed, knocking me to my back gently as his mouth captured mine all over again, his hands wandering to caress my sides. He was holding back. He was worried he was taking advantage, but that couldn't be further from the truth.
"Nate." I begged shamelessly, my fingers travelling to his jeans.
"Allie, what do you want?" He was breathless.
"You." Another groan as he slipped his fingers beneath my t-shirt, pulling it up and leaning back just enough for me to see his exotic amber eyes devouring every freshly exposed inch of my skin. I sat up enough to get the fabric over my head, not waiting for him to remove my bra. I popped the clasp with a quick flick of my wrist, tossing it over the edge of the mattress.
"Christ." He exhaled, taking in my bare chest fervently.
"Touch me."
"Allie." He purred, obediently bringing his hands up to palm and gently massage my chest. His touch was so pure, untainted... worshipping. So much so that I let out an uncharacteristic moan, arching my back in an effort to feel more of him. He gasped, swooping down to steal a taste of my collarbone. He suckled there, before guiding his lips lower towards the breast in his left hand.
My hands sought that gorgeously dark and feathery hair of his, latching on a little harder than intended, but he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he responded by latching onto my breast with his mouth, equally as aggressive and dominating. The feeling of his hot breath and slick tongue against my nipple made me pant. I'd never felt anything like this before. It was so… intimate. But just as I started to get lost in the sensation, he broke away.
He was also panting, eyes heavy lidded and dilated as he searched my face.
"What's wrong?" I asked, suddenly terrified that I'd done something wrong to make him stop. He brought a hand to my face, his expression softening.
"Do you want a baby?"
What? I furrowed my brow in obvious confusion.
"We have to-" I started, but he placed a finger over my lips.
"No, we don't. This is our decision, not his. If you don't want one yet, I can go get us condoms." My heart swelled, threatening to beat through my fucking ribcage. He wasn't all talk. He meant it. He really wasn't going to let me get pushed around anymore.
So I buckled down, focusing on his question whilst ignoring all else. I refused to consider the consequences of going against my dad, the upcoming IVF appointment, or even if the forgotten test showed ovulation or not. Did I want a baby? With Nate? Right now?
"Yes. I-I want one. Um, do you?" This was me, pouring out my true desires and hoping to God I wouldn't get stung in the end. I was left vulnerable, by choice. How things had changed.
But I didn't get stung. No, I was met with a soft but joyous smile and a nod.
"I've gotten rather attached to the idea, actually." He confessed with a faint blush. I giggled and he chuckled, too. "You ready to try then, wife?" He teased, nudging my nose with his. I bit my cheek coyly, raising a brow.
"I've been ready. You're the one taking forever." I taunted, making him laugh in faux disbelief.
"Oi, cheeky girl." He growled playfully, nipping at my throat and making me squeal in excitement.
Gone were my fears. All that was left was happiness.
He lifted me again, as if I weighed nothing at all, this time tossing me into the center of our bed. Then, he descended on me swiftly, pressing his warm body against me as his lips honed in on mine. His fingers slid beneath the waistband of my pants, stretching the elastic as he tugged them down my legs. Once they got to my knees, I kicked them the rest of the way off. Thank goodness I'd shaved for this. For once, I felt perfectly confident and comfortable with my body, and the way he seemed desperate to touch me only helped with that.
His lips trailed down once again, not stopping this time until they reached my naval. His nimble fingers toyed with the top of my lacy panties, making me squirm. Was he doing what I thought he was doing? Surely not. I thought heavy foreplay only happened in porn. Didn't most real men just stick it in?
But just like every other expectation of mine, he blew it out of the water. He licked his swollen lips, lifting one of my legs from beneath him, bending my knee and spreading it out, followed by the other in the exact same methodical order until he was between my legs. He blew a soft gust of air against my covered core, and I tensed. Not because of fear, but because his basic actions were making me tremble. His eyes flickered up to me, heated and dazed as he pressed his thumb against my swollen bud, slowly, sensually. I bit my lip, gripping onto his shoulder with one hand and the blanket with the other.
"You're so beautiful, Allie." He purred, circling that sinful thumb of his teasingly.
"Nate, I swear to-" I didn't get to finish my threat because he hooked my panties, planting his mouth over my pussy and knocking my breath out. As if I weren't lost already, his free hand found my breast, and began teasing my nipple in the same way his tongue flicked and circled my clit. I could feel all of my blood traveling south, and the sound of Nate drinking up my arousal was paired wonderfully with the sound of his sensual groans against my sensitive flesh.
Another moan, louder this time, escaped me, and I was gone. Nate going down on me was an Auralists fucking dream, and I unraveled faster than I even thought possible.
I fisted his hair in my hands, letting my legs tense around his shoulders as I tossed my head back and spasmed against the mattress, calling out his name in the blinding pleasure of my orgasm.
He was on his knees before I even touched back down, tugging at his zipper and slipping effortlessly from his jeans and boxers. By the time I came to, my blood rushed straight to my cheeks. God, the sight of him. Naked as the day he was born, his firm and throbbing manhood stealing my attention and my breath. I couldn't help it. I wanted to touch him.
I reached a tentative hand towards it as he leaned forward, bracing himself on either side of my body. The second my fingers made contact with the velvety skin, a shudder raced through him. "Harder, love." He instructed through wavering breaths, and I complied, curiously wrapping my hands around his length and giving him a firm squeeze. "Fuck..." He dropped his head against my shoulder, planting soft kisses to my bare skin. "Ready?"
I swallowed thickly, taking a lungful of his sweet masculine scent.
"Ready."