Chapter 146
KATE
"Wow..." I said as the host led us to the private area in the rooftop-style restaurant with a nighttime view of Manhattan.
"Thank you," Nathan said to the man, dismissing him. I approached the balcony, feeling the cool breeze on my face. A reservation at this place must have cost a fortune.
"Do you like it?" He asked, pressing his body against my back.
I closed my eyes, feeling his scent as he placed his hands on either side of my hips.
"The view is beautiful."
"If I could stop thinking that you're not wearing anything under that dress, I think I would too," he whispered in my ear. "I wish I had a mirror in my shoe right now," he said, making me look down.
I laughed when I understood.
"Pervert."
"Come on. Let's sit down." He guided me to one of the sofas, and we both sat down.
"What are you in the mood to eat?" I asked, picking up a menu.
He didn't answer, causing me to lift my face to look at him. His lips stretched into a mischievous smile. "Okay. Stop thinking about sex for a minute."
"I didn't say anything. It's you who's thinking about it."
"You don't need to say anything; it's written all over your face and that little smile of yours."
His smile widened.
"I was just going to say that what I'm in the mood to eat is not on the menu."
"Stop it. Try pretending you're not a sex maniac for a few hours. Why were you working on a Saturday?"
"Unforeseen circumstances."
"Is that all?"
He shrugged.
"What?"
"Is that all you are going to say?"
"You really want to talk about work?"
"You don't want to talk about work. Okay. Then let's talk about your past. Tell me one of your stories."
"Kate..."
"What? Oh, I forgot... We don't talk about that either. Which means I still know almost nothing about you. Don't you think that's strange? Committing to someone you don't really know?"
"Are you really starting with this now?"
"When would be a good time for you? In five years? Ten? I don't think we'll last that long."
"You've already met my family. You know where I come from; you know everything about my work; damn it, you even know about my ex-girlfriend. The rest is irrelevant."
"Was it irrelevant for me to know about your disorder during your childhood and adolescence?"
"Yes. In a way."
"Wrong. It helped me understand and get to know you better."
"It pushed you away from me, even if only for a short time, and I know you were scared. I don't want to talk about all this shit."
"You think that will push me away, but what really pushes me away is when you close yourself off to me."
"Fuck! We've been through enough already. I don't want you to find more reasons to leave me."
"You're giving me reasons when you don't tell me anything."
NATHAN
"That's enough." I pulled her up, holding her hips, placing her on my thighs. She used her hands to lean on my shoulders. Why did she want to argue all the time? "Why are you being a bitch? Be nice; we're trying, remember?"
"Let me sit down. Someone might show up."
No. No one would show up. And she was almost sitting on top of me, wearing only a piece of fabric. The idea made me hard and hungry. I moistened two fingers in my mouth, stretching my arm under her dress and sliding them along her soft, warm skin. She gasped. Fuck... it was like my heaven on earth.
"No..." she said, trying to remove my hand just as my fingers pressed against her swollen clit. She took a sharp breath, leaning further onto my chest, and breathlessly said, "You can't do this here..."
"No one will come. Only if we call. Relax."
I felt her relax, albeit reluctantly. Her hips descended further onto my thighs, and she released my arm.
"This place must have cameras..." she whispered, her face inches away from mine, beginning to move against my hand, making my cock throb.
"Fine. You're my girlfriend now, so I won't have to spend a few million more to avoid making headlines." She had her eyes closed, and she was dripping onto my fingers. I could feel her need, which made me slide two fingers inside her. "'Nathan Ryan fucks his girlfriend with his fingers in a restaurant'... That would make a good headline. Do you like that? Everyone would know that you were fucked right here." I teased, whispering in her ear. I wasn't sure if she was able to understand me as I moved my fingers in and out of her.
In seconds, she was riding my fingers. I had to restrain myself from ripping her dress and exposing her breasts, so I could suck them. She wouldn't appreciate the idea once the ecstasy wore off. I used my thumb to play with her clit as she fucked my fingers.
I anticipated her moans, muffling them against my mouth, devouring her with a hungry kiss. Meanwhile, I tried not to stain my pants, as the scene and the fabric rubbing against my cock would be enough for that.
My cock and my mouth were dying of envy of my fingers, of the hot and slippery sensation of her pussy against them. Fuck. She was almost there; her legs were trembling, and she turned her face away, gasping for air. I used my hand to cover her mouth when I sensed a loud moan. She came, squeezing around my fingers, and let her head fall onto my shoulder, panting.
When her breathing calmed down, she lifted her face from my shoulder. I was using all my self-control, trying not to go crazy, rock hard, and hungry for her. My fingers were still inside her, so I slowly pulled them out, bringing them to my mouth and sucking them, tasting her sweetness. Meanwhile, she stared at me with shock or admiration.
"What?"
"Stop it; we're in a restaurant. And look what you've done to me... God!" She said, still limp, and smiled. I realized once again that I was truly fucked. "I'm going to the bathroom. Choose something for us to eat," she said, standing up, pulling down the tiny dress, trying to fix it.
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