Chapter 129
KATE
Something was wrong. He was acting strange. His hand tightened around my neck slightly before his lips touched mine.
"When did you cut your hair?" I asked.
Had he cut it himself? Now it was almost shaved. It was even sexier than when he had the topknot, either when he put it all the way back, or when it was messy.
"Shhh."
He opened my robe as he had said he would, sliding the fabric off my arms until it was off me.
I was too excited to stop him, but also a bit tormented by what had just happened. I was accustomed to his sexually rough behavior, and I liked it. I enjoyed wild and even violent sex. But what were those things he believed he shouldn't even imagine? Did they cross my boundaries?
I was too excited to think about it.
I hurriedly pulled his shirt off. I wanted to touch him urgently. He moved away after I pulled it off, and leaned on one knee to remove my panties. His fingers purposely brushed against my skin, teasing me, then he kissed the inside of my thigh, while his eyes stared at me.
I was completely exposed, feeling his hot breath on my sex. It made me blush. I inhaled, suppressing a moan in my throat.
"Stop torturing me," I murmured softly.
He closed his eyes, squeezing them tightly. There was definitely something wrong with him.
"Nathan?" He opened his eyes and stood up, resting his forehead against mine.
"I would never hurt you."
Damn. What was going on? What was he talking about?
"Why are you saying that?"
"I just want you to know."
"I know. But it doesn't make any sense."
"Forget it."
He kissed my lips and placed my thighs around his hips, lifting me. Then, he carried me to the bedroom and put me on the bed.
He undressed, letting his gray sweatpants fall to the floor. His cock was free, and my body was begging for it, longing to feel him fill me. His eyes were on me, and I was sure that if he continued, I would come just by being under his gaze.
He approached, climbing onto the bed. When I thought about touching him, he grabbed my hips with his hands, making me lie face down. This position always made me fear his desire for anal sex. But he knew he didn't have permission. I still didn't understand my own apprehension; maybe it was fear of pain; maybe I was willing to try someday. But not today.
"I can guess at least one of the things you're thinking," he said.
"Which one?"
Damn. Is he reading minds now?
"Relax. I can see your tension perfectly in this position."
He leaned over and his fingers slid from my back to my ass, giving me a shiver. His hand guided my spine until my chest touched the bed. The position gave him a complete advantage. It was somewhat unfair.
"Good girl."
Any word that came out of his mouth only further incited me. Without any warning, he inserted a finger inside me.
"Fuck..." I moaned loudly. "Please, I need you. I don't need foreplay right now," I said.
One of his arms wrapped around my hip, pulling me up further, and then he entered me, causing an immense sense of satisfaction.
I had been waiting for this for two days. I felt my muscles tighten around him as he filled me. I loved the sensation.
I closed my eyes, letting him dominate my body. His hips thrust against my ass. His rhythm wasn't yet fast, but it was strong.
I knew the only thing saving me from pain was how aroused and wet I was. He slid in easily. I quickly lost control over my own moans. I couldn't think of anything else, just the overwhelming sensation of ecstasy consuming me. My body slowly dissolved every part of me being overcome by waves of pleasure. I could feel him gripping my ass tightly, so tight that it even hurt.
Hearing his moans stirred my body even more, even though it seemed impossible, because I was already at my limit, waiting for the climax.
How could I be so weak? I had to be stronger. But the mere thought that he wanted me and that he was mine, was enough to drive me crazy.
I felt some of his weight on my body as he leaned over me. Without stopping his movements, he grabbed my hair with one hand, entwining it in his fingers, and forcing me to lift my head.
He moaned when he pulled my hair and increased the speed of his thrusts. I couldn't take it anymore. I tried to muffle my screams into the pillow. Damn. My body was already trembling, and the spasms were intensifying in my belly.
I screamed into the pillow, feeling him sink into me fast and hard, again and again. My muscles were exhausted from the friction, there was no more room for any drop of pleasure in me. Then I exploded with one final, violent thrust from him. But he didn't stop, he just moaned even louder.
I closed my eyes, thinking it had been a minute, and when I opened them, I wasn't as numb anymore. I could feel every inch of him touching my walls, and damn, I couldn't take it. I was so sensitive, it was killing me.
"Please... just a minute."
I begged for him to hear me. His breathing was heavy and uncontrolled.
He complied with my request, letting go of my hips and pulling out.
"You ask for such difficult things," he said, completely breathless.
I rolled on the bed to face him.
"Sorry, two minutes, okay?"
"Fine. It seems like you missed me a lot. You soaked the entire sheet." He smiled, his body glistening with sweat.
I felt the urge to rub against him. But what did he mean by 'I soaked the sheet'?
"What?" I asked, confused.
"You were very wet and came so hard. You always manage to surprise me."
"I thought it was always like that?" I lazily smiled.
"The difference is that today we'll have to change the sheets."
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