His reaction closed the last of the emotional and physical distance between us with a kiss that dispelled any remaining doubts or worries had. Suddenly, our hands were all over each other, exploring planes of skin that were familiar, yet different after so many years.
“The bedroom’s down the hall,” I found myself murmuring in Nate’s ear.
He took a step toward the hall, kissing me in that direction so I could lead us there. In the dim moonlight from the three large windows, I placed a hand behind me on the bed as we continued our slew of desperate kisses and let us fall as one to the soft sheets. Nothing about our movements were careful. It was like we had both been starving for a long, long time and finally found the one thing that would sate us - each other.
Nate always said he loved my long hair. He wrapped his fingers in it, pulling my head back to gain access to the soft, sensitive skin of my throat. My hands slipped under the hem of his shirt and found his sculpted chest, relishing his quick, harsh breaths as he unleashed his desire for me in the form of prickly, scratchy, stubbly kisses on every bit of bare skin I had prepared for him. The tickling sensation raised goosebumps on my arms and wound my fingers ever tighter in his short brown hair, occasionally slipping on his hair gel only to get a better grip that made him moan into my skin.
I needed this. I needed this so badly. In the face of my business troubles and stressful schedule, I had trouble letting go of my responsibilities long enough to enjoy myself but… oh, was I enjoying myself right now. I loved the feel of Nate’s muscular, vein-laced arms around my waist, thumbs tucked under the back of my bra as he kissed little trails across my chest and stomach. Enveloped in Nate’s strength, every kiss confirming how much he wanted me, I felt as safe as I always had in high school when we were together.
A little voice in the back of my mind tugged at the reins, cautioning me to hold myself back and take things a little slower, but I ignored it entirely. Leaning back, my knees pressed into the bed between Nate’s thighs as we sat face-to-face, I held his gaze the whole time I spent unclasping my bra and tossing it aside.
His hand twitched to reach for me, but he redirected the movement into taking his own shirt off first, providing a chance for our bare skin to collide as he reached for my breasts. His touch had me squirming, even more so when he took the sensitive little points in the center and rolled them between his forefinger and thumb. I couldn’t help but moan into his mouth, and his tongue took that opportunity to slip between my lips. I didn’t mind because it made us closer, and all I wanted was to get as close as possible to Nate in every way I could.
I felt his fingers cup half the area of half skin, half fabric where my butt met my thighs, shifting the panties that still covered my most private parts. Private, but not from him. I didn’t want that. I wanted him to have every part of me, and I wanted him to give me every part of him. So, I slipped expertly out of my panties, letting them shift down my thighs slowly at first until they passed the final curves of the upper part of my legs and fell to my knees. Daintily, I removed first one leg, then another from their grasp.
My lips savored the last taste of Nate’s as he broke the kiss, heading downward to sweeter waters. His hungry mouth found the exposed globes of my breasts and spent enough time there to send me into needy fits of wriggling before working its way down, down and then down some more to my thighs.
Suddenly, I realized that I was making all the noise. I couldn’t have that, so I reached down and found something long and hard that felt perfect against the palm of my hand. I tightly gripped his cock and began moving my hand in slow, up-down motions. The effects had me grinning triumphantly as Nate’s lips paused on my thighs through a sharp inhale of breath.
He wouldn’t be outdone, though. A featherlight touch brushed between my legs. They tried to close around the sudden presence, but Nate’s broad, strong shoulders held them apart. Searching fingers found an entirely different pair of lips, gently pushing them aside in search of the wetness that hid beneath… or inside. They trapped that wetness there, sliding in and out in a motion that put a roadblock of pleasure between my mind and my hands and stopped both cold.
For a moment, all I could do was gasp and rock my body in time to the movements of the presence inside me, but then that disappeared… and so did the weight in my hand. I regained my lost faculties long enough to realize what was happening and signaled my approval with eager hands that lovingly trailed Nate’s pronounced shoulder muscles and defined abs.
Nate slipped inside me easily. I gasped once, then again when he went a little deeper. I thought that was it, but no… he went even deeper, and I moaned with excitement when that tiny addition found the perfect combination of depth and placement. I clenched with disappointment when he began to withdraw for the next thrust, hoping that wouldn’t be the only time he hit that spot.
It wasn’t. Slowly and carefully at first, then faster and bolder when I showed only comfort and delight, Nate moved in and out, reaching the perfect depth every time. I almost couldn’t handle the pleasure even though we just started, and I had to open my eyes to keep my imagination from bringing me to release too soon.
But Nate started to slow down, hesitating between thrusts. “What’s wrong?” I asked, pushing his chest gently to break our kiss.
“We need a condom,” he murmured into my neck, his whole body shivering with the difficulty of restraining himself.
I giggled. “I’m on birth control.” I guided his hand to my upper arm so he could feel the little implant. “Now don’t stop.”
Reassured, Nate obeyed and did me one better. He sped up the tempo, thrusting to the beat of hearts that pounded in unison through our occasional sloppy kisses. The pleasure began to mount again and my gasps turned into little huffs of breath. Only one thing was missing, and I was more than happy to provide that for myself. One of my hands continued pulling Nate’s hips into mine, but I let the other creep between my legs to give me that last push toward the rift rapidly opening in my mind, ready to swallow me with pleasure.
Before that could happen, I decided I wanted him just a little deeper. I took back the control I had in the beginning and flipped us over, using my weight and the grip of my knees against Nate’s ribs to move myself up and down… adding just a little push to that downward motion to make myself shiver all over, slowly losing the power to fight against the rising feeling inside me.
Nate’s chest shuddered underneath my clutching hands, and I realized that I didn’t need to fight it… we could give in together. I felt it and I knew he did too - the moment when we both relaxed, yet threw the entirety of our bodies and minds into our synchronized movements.
My arms locked around Nate as the ultimate throes of pleasure struck at long last. Heat flooded my brain, and the feeling drove my eyes so far up into my lids that I wondered blissfully if I would be stuck like this forever, filled with the highest form of physical contentment and entrapped in Nate’s arms for all eternity.
Slowly, I drifted back to my dark, cool room and had to search my mind for the muscle memories to let myself unlock my frozen shoulders, elbows and wrists. “Wow,” I murmured shakily, testing limbs exhausted from too much of a good thing - or maybe the perfect amount. I could drift off right now and sleep forever, and I had the perfect pillow right here, beating comfortably beneath my ear.
“Mhm.” One of the arms that had gripped me like a lifeline moments ago lay relaxed on the bed, palm upright and fingers curled.
It’s fitting,my sleepy brain realized.The house was just renovated, and we just renovated our past here.Very fitting, very fitting indeed, and I wanted to mention something about that to Nate, but my exhausted body shushed my overactive brain.Tomorrow. I’ll tell him tomorrow.
