Life After Taylah(48)

I rake my gaze down, taking in his broad shoulders, his wide chest with a sprinkling of dark hair that’s barely noticeable but gives him that manly feel, over his washboard abs and then I follow his V down to an impressive long cock that has me licking my lips. It’s automatic, a man so stunning, and it almost feels surreal to me. He grins as he watches me taking him in, and then he kneels onto the bed, taking my knees in his hands.

“Spread, honey,” he murmurs, pressing my legs open.

I do as he asks, opening myself to him. He stares down at me and his eyes glisten with lust as he takes my hips in his hands and brings my hips up. Then his mouth is on me, right there, his tongue swirling around my clit. I cry out his name, arching and pushing my hips up into his face. He groans against my damp flesh, flicking my clit harder and faster, driving me closer and closer to the edge.

“Baby,” he murmurs against my flesh. “Come for me.”

I arch and cry out his name over and over as his tongue works my pussy, bringing to me heights I’ve never imagined, even in my wildest fantasies. Then he slides two fingers into my heat, no pause, nothing gentle, just a deep, intense thrust that sends me over the edge. I scream his name as fireworks erupt in my body, traveling to every nerve ending.

“Nate,” I cry, squirming beneath him as he licks out every last shudder.

He pulls his mouth from my pussy and I feel the cool air tickle my skin as he slides his body up mine. He nuzzles my neck as he reaches down and takes my leg, bringing it up around his hip. “You on the pill?” he murmurs into my ear before sucking gently on my lobe. I shudder, closing my eyes and rasping, “Yes.”

He growls and I can feel him probing against me, tempting, taunting. He runs a hand down my side until he reaches my hip; there he holds it tightly as he gently slides inside. God, oh God. He fills me so beautifully, stretching me around his long, thick length. We both groan as sensations wash through our bodies. My nerves tingle as he sinks in to the hilt, filling me completely. Then he slowly drags his hips out before thrusting back in again.

“Fuck, Dancer, so fuckin’ tight.”

“Oh God,” I cry, spreading my legs wider, letting him in deeper. “Yes.”

He fucks me slowly, his hands on my hip, his mouth on my neck, his body sliding against mine. Our moans tangle, our breathing deepens and we both climb to our release equally as fast as the other. I find mine first, a slow building pleasure that rips from my inside and travels out until I’m screaming Nate’s name. He finds his with a deep, throaty groan and a few hard, intense thrusts that have my breasts bouncing as he drills into me.

“Fuck,” he bellows as he explodes inside of me. I feel him swelling and jerking, his eyes closed, his breathing labored.

Then he drops his head into my shoulder and we lay there, silent. Regret automatically creeps in, regardless of how amazing it feels to be with Nate. It’s like a deadly disease; slowly building until it’s all consuming and you can’t turn back from it. Nate rolls off me, gently sliding out of my body. He shifts to his side and pulls me close to him, tucking me into his arms. And it feels right. So right. I close my eyes, fighting back with the guilt swarming my body.

“Can I ask you something, and will you answer me honestly?” I whisper against his chest.

“Mmmmm, yeah,” he murmurs.

“Why?”

“Why what?”

I close my eyes, not sure how to put this. “Why me? Why would you risk your marriage and your family for me?”

“My family is non-existent and my wife no longer cares about me or how I feel. We fight most days and there are very few good ones left. I risk it for you, because you’re giving me a chance to see again, to feel again, to just be again.”

“Why don’t you just leave, if you’re so unhappy?”

He sighs. “You know, so many people think it’s something that’s so easy. Just leave. Just walk away. Just end it. The thing is, Avery, is that it’s never that easy. It’s complicated, it’s messy, it’s soul crushing and it is a hell of a lot of work. Does it make it right to do what I just did? No. It doesn’t. I don’t want to disrespect my wife, believe that, but walking away from her isn’t as easy as just going home and saying I’m leaving.”

“Are you going to leave?” I whisper, my voice too shaky.

“My marriage has been over for a long time, but the thing is . . . if I go, I lose my daughter. She will take her from me; I already know that. Lena is that kind of woman—she won’t make it easy for me to walk away. If I leave Macy with her, I’ll never sleep at night. I go home nearly every day to something bad happening to my daughter and if I’m not there, I’m powerless to stop it.”