I gulped and looked up at him. He knelt down at the foot of the bed and pulled my ankles toward him. “You’re going to keep your hands on the mattress and if you decide to use them, I’m going to stop what I’m doing immediately. Understand?”

I nodded, in awe of his authoritarian voice that had replaced the tortured one just moments before.

“I don’t think you’ll like it if I stop, so you better heed my warning.”

Again I shook my head, my legs now quivering with need.

He unbuttoned and unzipped my jeans, sliding them down my legs. His gaze travelled over my skin as if in awe. He looked over each tattoo as if memorizing them and then nudged open my legs.

“Fuck, your pussy is pretty,” he said, dragging his fingers up my thighs. “It’s perfect for me. For my monster.”

He tried for humor but it fell flat because neither one of us grinned, we were that worked up. And besides, his statement was true. We seemed to fit together too easily, too right the other day.

“It is perfect,” I whispered and his eyes became dark, so dark with need.

I wondered when he’d flip me over, since he seemed to like it from behind.

His shoulders moved down and settled between my open legs. I felt his warm breath as he blew on my skin. I almost pressed my thighs together from the intensity, but he was in my way. He inserted one finger while he studied me and then blew another gust of hot air across my sensitive skin.

I moaned loudly and brought my hands up to run through his hair before changing my mind and forcing them back down.

“Don’t even think about it,” he grunted.

He licked my entrance with the broad flat of his tongue and I whimpered.

“You like that?”

“Yes,” I breathed out and his tongue repeated the action.

“Tell me again.”

“Sometimes all I think about is your mouth on me.”

“Fuck,” he rumbled and then began licking me faster. Soft and then hard, short thrusts of the tip of his tongue and then long drags over and over again.

“I can’t get enough of your taste,” he said.

I’ve never had someone utter those words to me. Usually oral sex was just foreplay, a means to an end. To get me loosened up and ready to go, if it happened at all. But with Nate it was like a worshipful expression.

My fingers fisted the bedspread as his lips closed around my swollen nub. He sucked and licked and bit and I became absolutely feverish for him. I moaned so loudly that had my landlord been home, she would have definitely heard me.

I was close and when he spread my legs wider and firmly pressed me down to the mattress, I was nearly gone. My hips were now grinding against his mouth.

“That’s it, fuck my mouth. My tongue is loving it.” His thumbs spread my lips apart as he sucked hard and then moved down to tunnel inside me.

I felt the buildup low in my spine, rounding and tightening across my abdomen, and then spreading to my thighs like boiling lava. When I exploded my legs were quivering, my shoulders shuddering, and I tried to pull away without touching him. But he held me there and laved me with his mouth, licking ever so gently while I writhed beneath him.

It was such a profound orgasm that I felt my eyes watering and tears sliding out of the corners. A mind-numbing sensation rolled over me even as he continued bathing me with his tongue. “Nate, I can’t take it anymore.”

He ignored me but loosened his grasp on my thighs. His fingers ran circles beneath my knees and now he was full-mouth kissing the area between my legs.

I sagged into the bed allowing him to do his thing, confused as to what it was all about. I wanted to reach out and touch him but I also didn’t want to disrupt his reverent adoration of my body. It was as overwhelming as it was intoxicating.

He offered one final kiss and then pulled away to tower over me—his body taut, his shaft hard and swollen, his eyes fierce and burning for me.

Chapter Twenty-nine

Nate

I was standing over Jessie’s beautiful naked body memorizing her. She was hands down the sexiest girl I’d even been with and the noises she made when I went down on her drove me out of my fucking mind.

I couldn’t get enough of her. Her taste, her moans, how she obeyed my commands by keeping her hands where I’d asked her to, even though I knew she desperately wanted to touch me. I wanted to make sure she felt intense pleasure, and that was something I had never given two shits about before.

She allowed me to do what I wanted, at my own speed, on my own terms, and there was so much goddamn freedom in that. I felt totally uninhibited when I was around her.

I wanted to stay here in this room with her forever and that scared the shit out of me in a completely different way. I wasn’t itching to leave, to get it all over with, even though my urges were front and center in my brain.

Moving my mouth down to her skin, I licked the line of her stomach, travelling up to her breasts.

“Nate,” she whispered as I pulled a nipple into my mouth and then grabbed hold of her hands.

I tugged her arms above her head and then ground my hips against her, my shaft dragging over her stomach. “You want me to fuck you?”

“Yes, please,” she said, even though she looked completely spent and satisfied from her orgasm.

My legs on either side of her hips, I sat back to gaze at her. Her arms stayed exactly where I had placed them above her pillow and her eyes devoured my body. She licked her lips and stared down at my hard-on.

“You want a taste first?” I whispered.