“That’s so fucking hot,” Nate muttered against my breast.
“Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop. I’m so close.”
Nate quickly switched breasts and began sucking on the teased nipple. That feeling sent me over the edge. The convulsions rocked my body. I had to grip Nate’s shoulder to stay upright as I fell apart.
My eyes opened as I felt weightless. Nate was carrying me over to the bed. As he sat me down, I realized my orgasm came so quickly I hadn’t even removed my hand from my pants.
“I could watch you do that a million times,” he said as he kneeled on the floor before me.
“Do what? Come?”
“No. Well, yes, but I meant touch yourself. I love that you know what makes you feel good.”
“You make me feel good,” I replied, a smirk growing on his lips.
“I want to watch you do it with nothing blocking my view.”
Heat bloomed across my skin as he looked at me beneath heavy eyes. There was no point in cowering away. I wanted him to watch me just as badly. There was something so wanton in the power of bringing him to his knees.
His hands slid up my thighs as I nodded, stopping at the bottom of my shorts. Lifting my hips, I made it easier for him to tug the material down to my ankles. Swiftly, he removed my sandals and piled the shorts on top of them at the bottom of the bed.
Nate’s hands followed the same path as before, this time snaking their way up to my hips. His fingers rested on the elastic waist of the simple panties. They were pale-pink and matched my bra, nothing overly feminine, but Nate’s eyes flared as if he found me wearing leather and lace.
“Up,” he growled.
The panties slid down my legs in the same fashion as my shorts, only Nate bunched them in his hand and brought them to his nose. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes at the same time. The man looked like he was in ecstasy, and fuck if that didn’t turn me on.
Opening his eyes, he latched his stare onto mine. “You smell so fucking good.”
“Um… thanks?” I replied, sounding more like a question.
He tucked the small bundle in his back pocket, and I knew without asking that I wouldn’t be getting those back anytime soon.
“Keepsake?”
That sexy smirk returned as he replied, “Something like that.” His hands landed on my knees, and with a quick jerk, he spread my legs apart. “Now, let the show begin.”
My movements were innocent and unsure at first as I trailed my fingers between my legs. I’d made myself come numerous times, but having an audience was a new experience. I dipped my fingers inside my sex to gather some of the wetness and spread it across the lips.
Nate praised me as I circled my fingers around my clit. I wanted to do whatever I could to please him. He encouraged me to move quicker, to forget he was there and take my own pleasure.
“Lie back, close your eyes, and pretend it’s me.”
I followed dutifully as I lay back on the bed. When I closed my eyes, I was brought back to my apartment. I remembered watching his fingers slide in and out of my pussy. He spread my folds, rubbed my clit, and glided back and forth until my legs quivered around his head. I mirrored those movements for him. He may not remember our night together, but I did. I could give him a glimpse of what we did.
Just as my knees began quaking, a soft, wet touch joined my fingers.
“Oh, God.”
Nate’s mouth was on me, licking me, tasting me. I wondered if the taste would be familiar to him, but I didn’t linger too long on my thoughts, because one of his fingers slid toward my backside, spreading wetness around the tight hole.
“You like that,” he said against my sex. “I can feel your pussy getting tighter.”
With a quick brush of his nose, he pushed my hands aside, which was just as well, because they were worthless compared to his and took over. His tongue laved at my sensitive bundle of nerves at a pace that left me whimpering.
My legs began closing around his head, and I tried my best to keep them apart.
“Fuck my face, baby.” Both his hands went to work as I squeezed my thighs around his head.
