Bad Boy's Bridesmaid(20)

I stayed quiet.

Nate held me tight as I kicked the jeans away. All the remained were my  panties. Of course, they were a ridiculously pink and cute pair that had  no place in my fantasy under the stars. He left them on.

Like he thought I was going to change my mind?

I wasn't. I couldn't. Every touch against my skin set a fire of  confusion and delight. Had he peeled the panties away, I would've been  ready for him then. Slick. Hot. I'd run for too long. What was I afraid  of now? Nothing more earth-shattering could happen in his arms.         

     



 

Except the amazement when he kissed me.

That was new. That was wonderful.

And it was so very frightening and real.

He guided me onto the dock, cradling me in the softness of the blanket.  His touch wove so gently my heart only beat when his fingers graced my  skin.

I reached for him, opening my legs so he could rest over me. His tongue  responded to my delicate, tentative probe, and the rest of me shivered  with warmth as his whisper promised everything I shouldn't have  accepted.

"You're going to love this." Even at his most gentle, Nate still grinned  a wicked smile. "Every touch, every kiss. We aren't leaving until you  are nothing but a puddle of pleasure."

"Promise?"

"You know how much I love a challenge. And I know how much you like when I do this … "

He flattened his tongue over my nipple and dragged the heat over my breast. I arched.

Oh God.

I was more sensitive than ever. My breasts weren't just fuller, they tingled and tightened and if he did it again-

"You look better than I remembered." His words rasped over his own desire. "Unbelievably sexy."

His tongue returned, spiraling over the tight bud. Every stroke rippled  through me with aching jolts. I couldn't breathe. He liked that. Nate  did the same to my other breast, slowly tickling my nipple with his  tongue. It was as if he wished to torture me with pleasure until I  revealed my secrets.

I bit my lip. He thought it was a dare to make me cry out. Nate centered  himself over me, popping a nipple into his mouth so suddenly I arched  in case he planned to suckle it off my breast. The bite came without  warning. Not painful, but surprising. It earned the whimper he wanted,  and, as a reward, he suckled the shock away.

This wasn't how we fucked before.

Not at all.

I had no idea what Nate could do to my body, and he read my astonishment  with a cocky wink. The nipple slipped from his mouth with a sloppy pop.

"Just wait, baby. You'll regret that we didn't do this sooner."

I already did. I regretted every second of every day that I hadn't returned to his bed.

I gained a bit of courage and threaded my fingers through the pale  blonde of his hair. The pinkness of his lips against my skin wasn't  vulgar, but it delighted a secret part of me that longed to see more of  him pressed against my darkness. I wished I had kept my eyes open the  first time. I would have loved to watch his muscles, his arms, and his  cock claim every inch of me.

I would this time.

No excuses. No shame. Nate was the most gorgeous man I'd ever met, and it'd be a crime to waste any opportunity to savor him.

He delighted my breasts, switching back and forth as he took such  pleasure in the simplest of kisses. I never thought Nate would enjoy  giving as much as taking, but my coos and groans only hardened his cock  more. It strained against his jeans, and I wished he'd let it free.

But he worked with purpose. Deliberation. Concentration.

His kisses trailed over my waist, lower and lower, until he reached the  panties that hid my most sensitive area. The last time he'd delighted  me, he overpowered me, quick and fast, forcing me to the peak before I  understood what'd happened.

Nate breathed over the crest between my legs. The heat rocked me, and I bit my lip before I begged him for more.

"I'm being selfish," he warned.

I bucked my hips, hoping he meant he was too hard, too frustrated. God, I wished he needed to take me then and now.

"It's okay. I'm ready."

"I know you are." He slowly peeled my panties down, teasing himself as  the hint of my slit revealed to him. "Since I last had you, all I can  think about is devouring you again. This … " He pulled my legs apart and  stared at the dark petals quaking for his touch. "This is as much for me  as it is for you. If I don't taste you right now, I might go insane  from your scent."

His tongue danced over my pussy. Nate lapped, slow and steady, tasting  my secrets. I'd kept my slit soft and smooth, and he rewarded me with a  kiss upon the silken mound.

He stared at me, grinning as my hips chased his mouth. "This is the most  beautiful pussy I've ever had the privilege of tasting."

Oh, he made being a player sound like such a perk for me … and, it was.  Nate understood my body in ways my showerhead had yet to figure out.  This was something more than hard-earned skill.

Nate knew me now.

He'd watched how I squirmed. He tasted how I responded. He held me as I bucked.

He'd learned what I liked, and everything changed.

I groaned against the slight pressure of his lips. His hot breath. The  slip of his tongue just deep enough into my folds to test my slick  excitement.         

     



 

He had me panting without even touching my clit. He did it on purpose.  It would be a long time before he gave me that simple pleasure.

His kisses focused on my inner thigh, teasing the soft skin around my  slit, and dipping low to earn my frustrated murmur. Nothing eased that  deep, trembling pulse inside me. I wetted for the only man who had ever  brought me to that pleasured peek before, and I couldn't wait for him to  do it again.

"Nate … "

"Shh." He savored me with a long lick. "I'm just getting started."

I wasn't above begging, but the words caught in my throat. I gripped the blanket and offered more of my hips.

He wasn't playing fair. I tried to distract myself. I stared at the sky.  The stars sprawled across the horizon, and the sweet, damp air soothed  my flushing skin. Everything delighted me more. I couldn't escape the  delicate pressure searing into my core.

I sweated. My whimpers turned pained. This was it. The best and worst  eternal agony. I wouldn't survive if he stopped or ended it. I  surrendered and fell limp.

Nate gave a voracious growl and launched upon my center.

His tongue seized my swollen nub, suckling my clit with a fury that  stole my voice and left me shattered, breathless, and amazed by the  sheer power he wielded over me.

"I want you to come." Nate's order was rushed and pained. He growled  over my clit, and the vibrations rattled into my core. "The instant you  come, I'm taking you."

"Yes, please."

"I can't believe it's been this long, baby." He savored my slickness and  greedily lapped everything I offered. "Swear to me, right now, right  here. You're mine. I can't go months without having you again."

His words pleasured me as much as his tongue. I groaned. Nate didn't stop.

"You are everything pure and sexy that would drive an honest man to his  knees and a bastard like me to the brink of hell. You have no idea how  much I want you."

And he had no idea how much I wanted him, but with promises and vows and futures I couldn't give and he wouldn't want.

I nodded, half-delirious with a crazed desperation. I tensed too much. I  couldn't hold back or refuse or deny it any more than I could have  forced him to stop his teasing. I cried out and stared above as every  star in the sky burst and exploded with me.

I quaked, shivered, and melted, but Nate was there. He kicked down his  jeans and leaned over me with a determination that might have been  frightening if I hadn't wanted that fierceness.

I had no time to prepare. The pleasure wound through me, wrapping me in  the fracturing shrapnel of my control. Nate poised himself at my  entrance.

And pushed.

The overwhelming fullness wasn't just the thickness of his cock steadily invading y core.

I rose with a breath but couldn't come back down. My heart frantically  beat, and I realized then Nate was the only man who would ever control  me with such authority.

And he was the only man I ever wanted to possess that power.

My body had shred itself upon the delicate lapping of his tongue, but I  had no time after the crash to recover. His cock drove inside me. Not  fast. Not desperate.

He filled me because we couldn't live apart for even a second longer.

I stared into his eyes, losing myself in the mysterious hue of forest  green captured in the moonlight. He buried himself inside me, taking the  tightness he had claimed before.

The first time, it had pinched and surprised me. I spent too long trying  to adjust, to understand how something so primal could feel so  delicious. This time, I had the answers. It felt good because it was  Nate's cock, his touch, his kiss.

The slow thrusts built in me, and I focused on every throbbing motion to  savor how I reacted to the wonderfully perfect heat that passed between  us.

He was bare now. Not that it mattered much then, but it did now. I felt  him. Each thrust impaled me with a hard cock, but his skin was velvet  soft and slid within my wetness so perfectly. Every vein, every ridge  pushed against the tightness as I clenched around him.