Once Upon A Half-Time 2(25)

“Beautiful…”

His honest smile shocked me. I stared at the vibrant green of his eyes, the pale blonde of his hair, the hard angles of his brow, jaw, and chin. He was the beautiful one, but he admired me like I was something to be worshiped.

His tongue swiped against me, sinfully pink against the darkness of my petals.

“Relax, Mandy. I remember what you like…”

His mouth closed over my slit.

I was lost.

Nothing had ever felt so good. Nothing ever would again. His lips circled my clit and practically pulsed. A nibble trembled me like an earthquake, and I nearly leapt off the desk as his tongue darted inside me.

When did I get this sensitive?

And how was I supposed to get on with my life, go to work, and manage the wedding when all I wanted was to feel Nate’s tongue circling over my swollen clit?

This was a bad idea. It had started as a bad idea, and it would end as something worse than a mistake. Every bounce of my hips aided Nate in delivering me to the most needed and necessary pleasure of my life. If Nate promised to keep licking me, I’d never get off the desk.

He growled over my whimpers. I squirmed, but Nate knew how to keep me still. He licked his finger and pressed against my entrance, shushing me as he pushed inside. I groaned, but his profanity bit harder. I clenched over his finger. He stared at me in awe.

“Fuck, Mandy.” It wasn’t polite to talk with his mouth full. “You weren’t this hot before. How badly do you want me?”

“Bad.”

“How much do you want to come?”

“Too much.”

“You can. Anytime you want.” His tongue flicked harder against my clit. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to taste you again.”

Dangerous conversation, but I could do nothing to shift it, not while he lapped at me and buried his finger deep in my pussy.

“Tell me you’ve wanted me.” His order was hard to ignore as he curled his finger against that perfect spot inside me. “Don’t deny it, Mandy. Tell me I’m the best pleasure you’ve ever gotten.”

Technically he was. I wouldn’t argue with it. I nodded.

“Better than your other boyfriends?”

Again, I couldn’t lie. “Yes.”

Nate sensed me tense. It was the wrong time for that pleasure, but I couldn’t stop it. I gasped and writhed and bucked against his finger as he drew long and teasing strokes. He grinned as the trembling overtook me. My core superheated, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out.

The orgasm stole my rationality, common sense, and ability to lie. I clenched and exploded as his mouth suckled at my clit.

“Tell me I’m the best fuck you’ve ever had.”

I couldn’t stop the truth or my honesty. They blended into one, and I cried out.

“You were the only one I ever had.”

The orgasm stole my vision, hearing, and every other part of me that might have been embarrassed to reveal the truth. Why didn’t it stop my heart? Was it too much to ask for momentary muteness? Amnesia? Insanity?

What the hell did I just say?

I crashed hard, and my pleasure wasn’t there to catch me. My breath drew harsh and ragged over the desperate heat in my core. I wanted more. So much more.

But first I had to do damage control.

Nate pulled away as I shamefully quivered against the desk.

Did I leave a wet spot? Oh dear God.

His eyes widened. “That night…were…were you a virgin?”

There wasn’t a classy way to confirm or deny that. I looked down.

“Holy shit,” he said. “I didn’t know. I just thought you were…uptight. In more ways than the obvious.”

Awkward. The word he wanted was awkward.

My fingers didn’t respond quick enough to untuck the panties bound against a very sensitive place. I swept my skirt over my legs instead and forced myself upright.

“Mandy…” Nate ran a hand through his hair, tangling it in the blonde. “Why… didn’t you say anything. You didn’t even act like…”

“It’s fine.” I swallowed. “You said we wouldn’t talk about it.”

“No, I said we wouldn’t talk about what happened today. This was sex a month ago. You didn’t tell me you were a virgin.”

Hadn’t told him I was pregnant yet either. I was 0-2.

“It wasn’t important,” I said.

“Like hell. If I knew, I would have…”

I smirked. “What? Gone slower? Been more tender?”

Nate leapt to his feet. “I probably wouldn’t have chased you.”

“Don’t kid yourself.”

“I would have made it better.”

“You couldn’t have made it any better than it was.” I crossed my legs and twisted my fingers in the skirt. Honesty was supposed to be easy. It was supposed to relieve me. “That night was special to me. And it was amazing. And it was fun.”