His hand freezes instantly and I feel him tense.
“I’m too close,” I stammer, trying to think over the cloud buzzing in my head. “Orgasms and I have a weird love-hate relationship, and if I come now, I don’t know if I can come again and I’ll ruin it because my body’s weird and I don’t come often but when I do it’s too hard and then I’m a mess, and I really want to you be inside me when I do, but I don’t want to wait because I feel like I’m going to die if you don’t fuck me right now—”
“Okay,” he rasps, his palms sliding up my sides then down my thighs. “Okay, sweetness.”
My skin ignites everywhere he touches, but then his hands leave my skin to lift his shirt over his head. My jaw drops like it’s the first time I’ve seen him shirtless. Like I don’t have engraved in my memories the two times he posed shirtless for me back in college. Like I didn’t sneak glances at him at the beach.
“What makes you think you won’t be able to come again?” He asks, fumbling with his jeans button to push them down slowly, his gaze piercing mine.
“I—I’ve never been able to. Coming even once is usually difficult.”
Jeans are off, and he nods slowly. My eyes travel down his lean, sculpted chest and land on the tight black boxers containing his hard length.
“Do you struggle to come by yourself too?” He asks, climbing up my body until one of his forearms rests next to my head and our noses are touching.
“What do you mean?”
He grabs my bottom lip between his teeth and pulls softly, thrusting his hips with a groan. God, now that our jeans are gone, it’s even worse…
“When you make yourself come, using your hands or whatever else,” he says, his hand sliding from my waist to the back of my knee to fold my leg against his side, “is it difficult too?”
My face flushes and I try to look away, but he pinches the back of my thigh, making me frown at him.
“Don’t get shy on me now, sweetness.”
“I’m not.” God, but I am.
“The thing is, I’mdyingto feel you come on my cock. But I wanted to touch and taste you before that…”
He grinds himself against my core again, and my nails can’t help but dig into his shoulders as I curse, a ragged breath leaving my throat.
“Fuck, Prudence. You’re so wet you’re soaking through both our underwear…” He groans, burying his head in the crook of my neck, nipping and licking at the sensitive skin.
“Please, Nate,” I moan, my back arching against my will in search for more friction.
He chuckles and straightens, his hand leaving my thigh to search for something over my head. It comes back holding a foiled square and he sits back.
“Take me out, sweetness,” he says, ripping the foil, his gaze not leaving mine.
Yes, finally.I sit up and kneel in front of him to grab his length, sliding up and down over the fabric, my eyes latched to his. His hips stutter and he groans, barely over a whisper.
“Careful, or I’ll play too,” he says between his teeth.
I pull on the waistband and his cock springs free as I slide it down his thighs.
I knew he was big—felt it on multiple occasions. But I still gasp and clench my thighs in anticipation at the sight of his cock, a bead of precum leaking from the head.
I circle the base with my hand and give it a slow stroke. He curses, the sound of his voice deep and guttural. I bite back a smile as I bat his hand away when he goes to roll the condom down.
“Prue…”
I lean forward, my lips parted just enough to suck on the head, swirling my tongue around it slowly.
“Oh, fu—ck”
He thrusts his hips forwards slightly, pushing himself deeper, slidingthe underside of his length on my tongue. My thighs clench together and a moan escapes me, vibrating around him, pulling another breathless curse from him in response.
And suddenly he pulls back, leaving my mouth empty and pushing me back on the bed. My back meets the comforter with a gasp.
