She’d lost control of all her mental faculties with this man.
Nate let out a tortured sound. “For the love of fuck, stop licking your lips,” he said his hands reaching to cup her face as he walked her backwards, until her legs bumped against the bed. He guided her down as his lips caught hers in a kiss that devoured everything she was and left nothing behind.
Her body arching towards him, Maddy pulled on his neck and back until he was crushing her with his weight on the soft duvet. She wanted all of him on her, around her, inside her.
And she was done waiting.
Her hand glided down his body between them finding his hard length, wrapping her hand around him and giving him a steady stroke. Nate bucked into her hand with a guttural groan, letting her touch him for a few more seconds.
With a pained exhale, he lifted his weight slightly off her and reached with one hand into the drawer of his nightstand. She heard the crinkling sound of the condom packet and felt herself tense in anticipation. They parted for a few brief moments, before Nate’s weight was again pressing her into the mattress. Her body was cradling his between her legs and it was the most exquisite torture, being this close but not close enough.
“Nate,” she breathed into his lips.
“I know, Mads. I know.”
He grasped one of her thighs, opening it up a bit further, enough for him to position himself exactly where she needed him. The urge to close her eyes and just feel was strong, her eyelids already growing heavy.
“Look at me.” His words were both commanding and pleading, a man riding the edge of his sanity.
She felt the head of his cock before he pushed in, in one slow, steady glide.
Maddy’s breath left her in a gasp but she never dropped her gaze. And neither did Nate.
He was seated inside her before long, giving both of them a few seconds of respite before he started moving in slow, deep thrusts that melted her fucking brain.
Perhaps this was how she would die.
thirty-eight
Nate was burning.
That was the only explanation for the fire consuming his body. And it was all this beautiful woman’s doing.
His Maddy’s.
Seeing her spread out on his bed like that, her dark hair fanning around her head, her cheeks and chest stained with her blush, made something primal rise in him.
He would do anything in his power to keep her. Starting now.
Nate lowered his head towards her straining nipples, licking one before sucking it between his lips. A choked moan left her mouth as she shuddered beneath him.
God, he could live on that sound alone.
“Do you like that, Mads?” he muttered in a hoarse voice that was altered by his need, never letting up on his deep thrusts. “Do you like it when I play with your nipples?”
She huffed a laugh that was part-torment.
“Oh, you’re such a bastard.”
He grinned, his thrusts picking up in speed to the point where they both had to make an effort to say anything amidst their harsh breathing. But he wouldn’t slow down. He wanted to watch her breath being fucked out of her.
“Why? You said you liked a bit of suffering. Well, here I am, obliging you.” He changed his rhythm into tight, grinding circles that made her throw her head back, a desperate moan ripping out of her.
God, he could stay like this forever, buried inside her, watching her come apart around him, making her his, his, his.
“Oh fuck. Nate, wh–what are you doing?” She looked breathtaking like that, completely abandoned to what she was feeling.
He lowered his mouth close to that spot behind her ear that drove her mad.
