Chapter 88

KATE

Abandoning the ice, he follows the same path, licking the wet skin, focusing on my breasts. It stirs an urgent desire between my legs, almost making me beg.

"Fuck," I gasp. The wave of pleasure overwhelms me to the point where I can barely breathe. I tilt my head back, gripping his neck and parting my lips.

"Are you okay?" I meet his eyes; he's studying my face. I nod.

"You're making me wait too long," I manage to say. A mischievous smile spreads across his face. "Are you teasing me?" I pull at the collar of his shirt, pulling him closer, wrapping my legs around his waist.

"No."

"Good. You wouldn't want to play with me."

"Strange. It's always you who ends up begging in the end." I feign indignation and push his chest. I step down from the countertop, letting the dress fall to the floor. "Damn it. Come back here, I didn't mean to hurt you," he whispers, triggering an exaggerated laugh from my throat. I turn to face him, finding a smile on his lips. I approach him.

"You already lost, Ryan." He winks. "But if you want, we can start a new round?"

"When did I lose?"

"When you begged for me to come back to you and promised to do anything I wanted. Remember?"

"You came back, you gave in. Are you sure I lost?"

"You're unbelievable!" I say incredulously. "Admit your defeat. Or do I need to remind you of your desperate declarations of love?" I slide my hands under his shirt, touching his firm, warm abdomen and broad chest, feeling the taut and heated skin. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, savoring my touch.

"I only won the right to fuck you, Collins," he says, opening his eyes. I try to look horrified, but end up laughing.

"That was terrible. So... crude and vulgar."

"And you loved it." Yes, he's right. I pull his shirt up and rip it off. "Let's agree on something..." he says, pulling me tightly by the waist, pressing our bodies together. "We both win." I smile before kissing his neck, chest, and abdomen, almost dropping to my knees. But he holds my chin, stopping me. He shakes his head.

"Why?" I protest. "I want to."

"Because you don't know how to stop." I roll my eyes. Be a good boy. Do I have to tie you up to be able to suck you off? I laugh at the idea. It's a good idea. "What?" He furrows his eyebrows. I shake my head, biting my lip.

He grabs my ass, lifting me onto the countertop with a quick motion. Kissing my neck, he makes me tilt my head back. How can he be so good? I slip my hand into his pants, finding his fully erect cock, squeezing it, and he groans against my neck. I move my hand around, slowly stroking it, applying gentle pressure at the same time.

"Fuck, Kate," he moans. I feel his hot breath on my neck. He bites my shoulder, his hand sliding under the fabric of my panties, passing over my clit, pressing it firmly, making me moan before inserting one of his fingers.
I grind my hips against him, squeezing his erection between my fingers. I bury my head in his shoulder with the sensation, forgetting everything else. Moaning softly.

He stops, and I protest. Stepping back for a moment, he quickly unzips his pants enough to free his cock and forcefully pulls me off the countertop, turning my body against it. Damn, my breasts are met with the cold surface, with the pressure of his hands on my back. I try to get used to the sensation.

Pulling my hips back, he positions the head of his cock at my entrance and fills me abruptly. I feel every inch inside me, going deeper and deeper.

"Nathan..." Fuck. Feeling his huge, hot, sweaty body sliding and pressing against mine would be enough to make me come undone, but this is too much. His cock hitting that wonderful, wild spot, filling me with pleasure with every thrust.

"Fuck..." He groans and then slides his hands from my thigh to my breast, squeezing tightly. I feel everything building up too quickly, my legs tremble, and I feel like I'm about to explode. Even though I don't want to come so fast, even though I want more of this, it seems impossible to hold on.

"Please... I can't..." No matter how hard I try to control it, it's impossible, it's always too much for me to be with him. "I'm going to come." My legs weaken. I would be on the floor if I weren't supporting myself.

"No. Not yet, beautiful."

"Fuck... Whispering in my ear doesn't help," I say breathlessly. I feel his smile on my neck. His hand moves from my breast to my sex, seeking my clitoris. He presses it just the way I like, forcefully. Oh, fuck. He moves it up and down and then circles it slowly.

"Does that help?" he asks, biting my ear. Fuck it. I release the weight of my body, moaning loudly as if struck by an electric shock, releasing spasms and pleasure all over my skin, penetrating my bones. I feel his hands holding me as he moves more slowly. Moaning. Breathing feels so difficult. I touch his arm.

"Nathan?" His breath is heavy. He stops moving.

"Damn... you squeezed me so good."

"Do you mind taking me to bed? I don't think I can stand," I breathe deeply and smile. He lifts me in his arms as if he's not tired, then heads towards the hallway.


In the bedroom, he places me on the bed and gets on top of me.

"Are you okay?" he asks, examining my face.

"Do you need a sign to keep going?" I smile. He nods. "Please, continue. Never stop." I make an effort to wrap my legs around his hips, pulling his face towards mine and kissing him, and then I feel him sink into me once again.
I focus on sucking his lips and scratching his back and arms, while he moves his hips sensually and maddeningly. So delicious and mine.

"You can do it however you want," I say, moaning in his ear. "Fast... hard... or really slow... You have no idea how good it feels... Oh, fuck... Don't stop... Like that..."

"Fuck!"

Thrusting slowly, I hear every sound coming from his throat, even the most subtle moans. His eyes are closed, sweaty hair falling on his forehead, and his lips are slightly parted. I slide my hands down to his ass, digging my fingers into it, feeling him pick up the pace.

"Tell me you're mine."

"Yours, only yours," he bites his lip.

I was so focused on watching every reaction of his that I became mesmerized. Knowing that he's here and that I can touch, kiss, and do whatever I want, is almost unbelievable. I could come just from this incredible sensation, even though my desire was to prolong our contact for as long as possible.

He leans down to kiss me, and as he pulls away, I bring my thumb to his lips. I notice that he shaved.

"What are you laughing at?" he asks, with an expression of pure torment of pleasure. I shake my head. You ruined my plans of feeling that stubble against my skin, Ryan. He closes his eyes and bites his lip. I pull him closer, making his head sink into my neck. Once again, I'm so close.

"Come for me," I plead, the words sounding like a moan, as his scent mixed with sweat intensifies my desire, making it more intense and urgent. "I want your scent to linger on my skin forever." He responds by increasing the pace, causing me to scratch his back and moan in response. The heat is almost unbearable, his weight feels like it's increasing on me with every second. I feel like I'm about to pass out at any moment. "Please," I beg.

My eyelids are heavy, and my body is on the verge of combustion. My orgasm hits me, taking over my legs and stomach. I feel his pulsation in my mouth as I suck on the skin of his neck and hear the sound of my heart pounding in my ears. And just a little further away, the muffled sound of him growling as he spills hot inside me. I hold onto his body tightly, smiling like a fool.
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