Chapter 84
NATHAN
I rise, taking her hands and forcing her to stand up. I lead her to the small room where there's a bed. I close the door behind us before pouncing on her, unable to control myself any longer. I lay her down on the bed and position myself over her, hastily removing her skirt and panties.
"Fuck," she moans. "You always drive me crazy," she says with a husky voice.
"Don't try to turn things around," I say before parting her legs and lowering my head between them. Hurriedly, I slide my tongue along her sex, moaning as I feel the wetness in my mouth. I wonder how long she's been like this, desiring the same thing as me.
Her moans create vibrations that reverberate through my entire body, reaching my cock. I can't decide whether I should continue, enjoying the softness of her skin and the delicious taste in my mouth, or if the idea of feeling her warm, tight, and delicious against me would be better. But I know I would climax just by imagining that delightful sensation of having her around my cock.
She puts her hand over her lips, trying to stifle her moans as I suck her clit forcefully. She won't last much longer, and then I'll be able to fuck her until we land at home, and maybe even when we arrive, do it again.
I feel her legs trembling, her writhing making me pull her hips to keep them in place. I want her to come in my mouth, I want her to understand that she needs me as much as I need her.
"Oh shit!" she moans loudly, her hands gripping my hair, pulling and then pressing my head into her sex, while simultaneously thrusting her hips against my face. I glide my tongue over every bit of her skin, licking, sucking, and sometimes applying pressure. I hear her breathing becoming more and more uncontrolled amidst her moans and profanities. "That... Yes! Oh, God!!" She releases my hair and grabs the sheet, pulling it while writhing uncontrollably. A second later, she arches her body, moaning loudly and shivering after climaxing. I continue to lick with pleasure. She's so soft and wet that I could devour her.
I observe the movement of her chest as her breathing returns to normal. I can't wait for her to recover; I'm bursting with desire. I stand up, lowering my pants just enough to free my cock. Wrapping her hip with one arm, I pull her closer, and with my other hand, I grip the base of my cock.
I close my eyes as I feel the sensation of gliding the tip through her wet sex. I bite my lip hard as I slide in and out repeatedly before adjusting at her entrance. She bites her lower lip, with closed eyes and arms thrown on the bed. Her brown hair spreads in a tangle over the sheet. I swallow hard and close my eyes before sliding inside.
"Fuck. I can feel it all," she moans. And I perfectly understand what she means. My cock is so sensitive that I can feel her muscles squeezing me, her heat, and her slippery and mind-blowing skin. Even if I wanted to stay like this for hours, using all my control, I couldn't, not with her being so fucking amazing.
It's more than wonderful; with each centimeter, I feel immeasurable pleasure. My initial movements are slow, but it doesn't take long for her to beg me to increase the speed. I pause only to rip off her blouse, needing to squeeze and suck the softest skin I've ever felt.
I press her breasts towards my mouth, continuing to move in and out of her. Her hands grip my shoulders, and she moans in my ear, making me more ferocious. She doesn't stop moaning, encouraging me to go deeper and harder. Her hands reach for my hair, pulling me in and plunging her tongue into my mouth, while she wraps her legs around my hips.
"Please," she pleads. Her eyes meet mine before she takes my lips in a hot kiss. Pulling my body, she tries to turn us around.
"I want to do this," she whispers, sending a shiver through my body. I stare at her, still inside her, not wanting to give her control. I want to keep fucking her like this, perhaps at a slower, more painful pace. But I can't deny her this, especially when she looks at me like I'm the god of her world.
I rise, pulling out of her to rid myself of my clothes. Then I return to the bed, allowing her to be on top. I can't help but moan when I feel my cock being pressed against her sex. She adjusts herself, holding the base of mine and positioning it at her entrance. Closing her eyes, she slides down, and I grip her hips tightly.
She moves slowly, back and forth. But I need more, faster. I encourage her to go faster by pushing and pulling her hips. She moans, increasing the rhythm and leaning on my arms. The sight of her is more than enough to push me to the edge, her full breasts and erect nipples moving in a way that drives me crazy. I rise to suck on one at a time. She pulls my hair as she moans, desperate.
"Oh fuck... Almost there," I suck on the soft skin with force, aware that marks will remain. A way to make her remember me later. Taking a deep breath, I lose myself. I won't last much longer. The expression on her face is a mix of pleasure and pain.
Breathless and sweaty, she leans over me, her breasts pressing against my chest, and her hair falling around and over my face. I entangle my hand in it, holding it above her head. My body feels like it's burning with the touch of her skin against mine. Every sound she makes brings me closer.
My body grows heavier with each passing second. She buries her head in my neck, moaning loudly. My stomach tightens, and a shiver runs down my spine. Squeezing my cock tightly, she orgasms, moaning my name and taking me with her into her climax. My vision blurs and a growl escapes my throat, feeling my heart pounding.
I open the car door for her while Paul and James load the suitcases into the car.
"Are you taking me home?" she asks, raising one of her eyebrows before blinking a few times.
"I was thinking of taking you to my place."
"Is that a request?"
"Come with me?"
"I'd rather go home. If I go with you, I probably won't be able to work tomorrow."
"I can sort that out with your boss."
"If you knew him... God, he's such a pain! I'd better take a taxi."
"Alright. I'll drop you off at home."
"Sometimes you act as if I were fifteen years old, and you were my mentor." She gets in, and I follow.
"You don't seem like you're fifteen. I eventually concluded that your virginity was just another way to try to deceive me. You were never an innocent little girl. You've always been this bold, cunning, and demanding woman."
"Thanks."
"Do you know how to say 'thank you'?" I tease, and she flips me off. "I like the idea of having you in my house. It would give me countless possibilities."
"I need to rest." She rests her head against the seat, relaxing.
"Alright." I give up. I could also use some time for that.
"You won't die from spending one night without me, will you?" She smiles lightly, looking at me.
"I could find someone just for one night." She punches my shoulder hard. I wouldn't mind having her just sleeping by my side. I would be satisfied just being able to smell her. Shit! I'm screwed.
"How about a farewell now?" I suggest.
"You're insatiable."
"The blame is on you."
"It hasn't even been thirty minutes yet."
"I could spend the whole day with you, naked and ready for me, and it still wouldn't be enough." She remains silent for a few seconds before smiling.
"You certainly are a sexual maniac, completely depraved."
"You haven't seen anything yet."
"I really want to sleep until seven in the morning. I only have about five hours left, so stop talking about your very convincing ideas."
"Okay, for now."
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