He continues, working me higher and higher. I’ve never felt anything like this before. Not only in terms of pleasure, but also in terms of care. Ralph never made me feel like this, and hedidn’t even try. He always just expected me to come from three minutes of boring missionary, and he never tried to make it better for me. But Nathan is making me the center of his world right now, paying attention to every little moan and cry I let out, increasing or decreasing the speed based on what seems to make me respond.
“I want to feel you inside me,” I cry, all shame at asking for exactly what I want now gone. I wantmoreand I think that more can be found if Nathan fucks me with his hand.
“Christ, Candice,” he says. He pauses, his forehead coming to rest against mine. He grazes my entrance with his finger and then slowly pushes inside.
“Sweetheart, fuck, you’re tight,” he says. “But your cunt is taking my finger so well. Do you like it?”
“Yes,” I gasp out. “I feel so full but I need more of you.”
“I know, honey,” Nathan says, pulling his finger out and then pushing it back in. “I know exactly what this greedy cunt needs.” He adds a second finger, and I feel myself clamp around him. He presses the heel of his palm into my clit, and massages me with it, making me see stars.
“Tell me what you want, Candice,” he reminds me.
“Fuck me with your fingers,” I say. “I’ve never done this before, but I like having you in me like this. Deep.”
Nathan starts fucking me with his hand, slow and steady, and I tip my head back and move my hips, trying to thrust myself onto his hand. The sensation is overwhelming and I can barely see through the haze of pleasure consuming me.
“I feel like—I feel like I’m on the edge of something, but I can’t seem to tip over it.”
“I know honey, I know,” Nathan says softly.
He moves his fingers and starts to rub my clit, his touch featherlight and gentle. I cry out, jerking my hips and hoping hegets the message because I am so fucking beyond words right now.
“God, Candice, you look so fucking good right now. I could spend all day working your cunt into a frenzy like this, keeping you on this edge until you’re begging me to give you what you want.” He keeps the touch on my clit light, just skating over it, again and again, and it drives me insane, coiling the pleasure inside of me tighter and tighter, but never letting it go.
I open my eyes for a moment and catch Nathan staring right at me, his eyes blazing with lust and something stronger that I can’t quite name.
“I want you to know,” he grunts out, “how fucking good it can be when someone makes your pleasure their number one priority. Are you starting to see? Do you feel it?”
“Yes,” I cry out. “Yes.”
And then something incredible happens. Nathan strokes me a bit harder, his calloused fingers hitting me exactly where I need them to, and I tip right over that edge, the orgasm consuming me. I moan and sob as he continues to circle my clit, over and over, as the waves crash over me. And though I expected to feel vulnerable like this in front of Nathan, there’s no room to be shy or unsure as black fills my vision and my world narrows to the feel of his fingers rubbing over my slick cunt.
Nathan draws the orgasm out longer than I thought possible. When I finally come down I’m shaking and he’s there to hold me, pulling me against his chest. I take a few deep breaths to steady myself and then I gently ease away from him, needing to tell him how good I feel.
“Nathan,” I say. “I have no words for whatever that was.”
“In a good way?” he asks, looking genuinely concerned.
“Yes, in a good way! That was incredible and intense and I’m very grateful.”
“Don’t thank me. I enjoyed that almost as much as you did.”
I almost make a joke, but he looks completely serious, so I just nod. I guess Nathan is as attracted to me as I am to him. I might have been reluctant to admit that, especially given how he treated me when we first met, but there’s no denying it now—not after what just happened between us.
I pull my clothes back on as a wave of cold washes through me. The barn is well heated but it’s still freezing outside, and without Nathan’s body around mine I miss my layers. We walk outside into the snowy fields, and part ways.
“See you tomorrow,” I say quietly.
Nathan smiles back at me, and instead of one of his charming, flirtatious smiles, it’s a real one. All teeth and cheeks, nothing composed or slick about it.
I want to pull my phone out and capture the moment—to save this version of him forever.
BARN BULLETIN
The vibes seem weird today. Nate was smiling while mucking.
-Tomás
