My underwear is soaked, and I’m too aroused to even feel self conscious that it might have soaked through even the playsuit and stained his jeans.
My head falls back with a whispered moan when his grasp tightens on my hips and ass, pushing me harder against his hard length.
“You’re killing me,” he whispers against my throat, lifting me up just to press me down against him again.
My breath hitches in my throat when his lips move further down, kissing the swell of my breasts, and I start to rock harder against him, grinding, trying to rub the rising need, the ache building.
“Nate…,” I say, my voice between a plea and a whimper.
He moans against my skin, the deep sound almost sending me over the edge. “I’m really trying to hold back, sweetness, but if we don’t stop in the next thirty seconds…Fuck, I really hope I still have a change of clothes stashed somewhere.”
Knowing that he’s as close as I am makes me grind harder, chasing an orgasm that usually takes me ages to reach.
“Prue,” His voice is labored, almost tortured.
“I’m so close Nate,” I breathe, circling his neck with my arms, sliding my fingers in his soft hair. “Please…” I beg, trying to hold his gaze with my hazy eyes.
And I could swear thathisdarken a couple of shades.
“I thought you were just—”
“Please,” I gasp, feeling my cheeks warm, the thin hairs rising on my nape and arms. “So,soclose, please make me come.”
He murmurs a curse and shifts his hips to meet mine, thrusting back against my center, lining his length perfectly so every thrusts hit just the right spot.
My eyes roll in the back of my head and my lips part open. I can feel the muscles of my legs locking up and my core clenching.
“I’m going to—Fuck, Prue I’m gonna come—”
My whole body locks as his hips stutters, a deep guttural moan escaping his throat, and my vision blurs as he helps me ride the waves of one of the strongest orgasms of my life. My head feels like a firework is eruptingbehind my eyes, pleasure pulsing through me, and when my legs start shaking, I collapse on top of him.
I’m not sure how long it takes for me to finally get back on earth. But I guess I understand the expression “seeing stars” now.
A satisfied sigh escapes me and Nate chuckles, his broad chest rumbling under my cheek. My whole body feels over-sensitive and I shiver under his soft touch on my arms, shoulders, and back.
“I don’t think I’ve ever been dry humped to orgasm before,” he muses and it’s my turn to stifle a laugh. “You should let me get changed… I’m, uh—sticky.”
I lift my head from his chest to look at him. His hair is a mess from my hand running through it, and there’s a satisfied grin on his face. So I don’t stand up. Instead, I just move up his body to kiss him again. It’s softer now, more patient, exploring, tentative.
“I don’t think I’ve came that hard,” I muse back, smiling against his lips.
“It makes me regret that I wasn’t inside of you, feeling it,” he purrs, rolling so I’m on my back and he’s hovering above me. “Next time I’ll be ready. From now on, if you find condoms in random places don’t be surprised.”
I giggle and he kisses me one more time before standing up, the evidence of what happened clearly visible on the front of his pants.At least, we can’t saywhatIstained from whathe did.
Turns out hedidhave some spare clothes in the small bathroom next to the front door. And by some, I mean just one. A pair of black sweatpants. Without underwear.
That vision makes me want to do sinful things to him.
Again.
“These empanadas aresogood,” I moan.
“Told you,” he says, his piercing eyes boring into me.
I grab my phone, previously retrieved from my purse and check themessages.
“Oh, fuck…”
