Nate stirs, his eyes fluttering open. That first moment when he sees me – the slow smile, the softening around his eyes – makes my heart skip every time.
"Morning." His voice is rough with sleep, and so sexy.
"It's almost noon." I press my lips to his shoulder.
He pulls me closer, tangling our legs together beneath the rumpled sheets. His hand slides down my back, cupping my ass. "How long have you been awake?"
"Not long." I rest my cheek against him, listening to the steady thump in his chest. "It's still snowing."
He cranes his neck to look through the gap in the curtains. "Shit. It's really coming down."
We arrived in New York on Friday afternoon, managed dinner at a tiny Italian place around the corner, then retreated to our hotel as the first flakes began to fall. Yesterday, we made it as far as the coffee shop downstairs before the weather turned us back to bed. Now Sunday stretches before us, our last full day in the city.
"We should probably see something besides this room," I muse, not making any move to get up.
"Definitely." He gently massages my hip. "Empire State Building. Central Park. All that tourist stuff."
"Mmm-hmm." I trail my hand down his chest. "We should shower first though."
"Excellent plan." His eyes darken as my hand drifts lower.
"And we'll need coffee."
"Critical." He rolls suddenly, pinning me beneath him, his weight delicious and heavy. "And breakfast."
"Absolutely essential." I wrap my legs around his waist, feeling him hard against me.
"But first..." He lowers his head, capturing my mouth with his.
The kiss is hungry, needy. My body responds instantly, arching into his. We've been together countless times now, but the wanting never diminishes. If anything, it grows stronger with each encounter, our bodies learning each other more thoroughly each time.
His hands are everywhere – cupping my breasts, sliding between my legs, tangled in my hair. I give as good as I get, dragging my nails down his back the way I know drives him crazy.
“You ready for my cock?”
“You know I am.”
"Condom," he murmurs against my throat.
I reach blindly toward the nightstand, where the box has taken permanent residence these past two days. He rolls it on with practiced ease, then settles between my thighs again.
Our eyes lock as he pushes inside me. The feeling of fullness makes me moan.
When he’s deep inside me, he pauses for a moment. "Are you sore, baby? I can be gentle if you want."
“No, I’m fine. Don’t stop.” I absolutely am sore, but I don’t care.
He holds my gaze as he begins to move. Slow at first, then faster as we find our rhythm. His hands grip my hips, adjusting the angle until it’s perfect.
"Right there," I gasp.
He drives into me deeper, hitting that perfect spot with each thrust. I feel the delicious tension building, and I know that I’m close.
"Come for me, baby." His eyes never leave mine. "Let me see you."
My orgasm rolls through me, intense and overwhelming. I cry out, clutching at his shoulders, my body clenching around him.
"God, yes, right there," Nate growls, his rhythm becoming more frantic. He grips my thighs, spreading them wider. "You feel so fucking good around my cock."
