Promise Me This(67)

I nudged her back down on the bed, my hands roving over her body, mesmerized by her skin—revering it—before I positioned myself at her entrance.

Her hands braced my thighs as I entered her partway. A breathy groan stole from my lips at the sensation of being inside her, before I slid in all the way.

“Oh yes.” The words tumbled from her mouth and then her hands reached around to my ass. Her fingers gripped my flesh and then she tugged me to her as I pumped in and out at a languid pace.

Still, our eyes remained glued to one another and I stretched down to swipe my mouth against her plump and swollen lips. My stride remained slow as I moved inside her. When she thrust upward, her lips parted, her cheeks a rosy flush—and something seemed to grasp a firm hold on my heart.

Never had I experienced this kind of tightness in my chest while fucking a girl. It felt like I wanted to break down into tears and shout in ecstasy at the same time. One thing was for certain: though I felt completely feverish for release, I never wanted this to end.

She lifted her legs up and wound them around my hips, attempting to get closer to me. My balls were slapping against her ass as I pumped more solidly. Circling her taut nipple with my thumb, I moved down to her very wet clit.

I could still taste her on my tongue and that thought made me groan out loud.

“Fuck, Jessie, you feel incredible.”

Her lips were trembling and she nodded, gazing fully into my eyes. I reached beneath her ass, my fingers grasping firmly.

Pushing up, I said, “Slide your legs to my shoulders.”

She considered my request quizzically before lifting one leg, trusting me completely. When her other leg reached my shoulder, I turned my lips to brush her ankle and she gasped.

I adjusted my grip on her backside and from this angle I was able plunge even deeper. The feel of being this nestled inside her was so intoxicating, my eyes practically rolled in the back of my head.

Her eyes closed on a moan, and her head fell back against the pillows.

“No,” was my soft one-word command. But she understood immediately and snapped her eyes open. My heart thrashed agonizingly against my chest that this girl got me so completely. Got that I needed her gaze on me. That I needed her to experience this right along with me.

My fingers slid down her arm and I reached for her hand, interlaced our fingers securely together.

I began pumping harder and faster as her feet braced against my shoulders. When her fingers reached out to touch the expanse connecting us, my balls tightened and I knew I was close. As I thrust in and out, she looked down to watch where our bodies met, before gazing back up at me.

“Nate,” she said, her lips trembling. “I’m gonna come.”

I nodded. “Keep your eyes on me, baby.”

I drove harder and she whimpered loudly before letting loose, her hand gripping my thigh securely. I followed right behind, panting and cursing openly.

I slowed to gentle thrusts as my orgasm swelled over me in surge after surge. Everything became a blur in the background—except her sweet face and those eyes, which had remained fixed on me.

I collapsed atop her and then rolled, bringing her with me. Ours legs remained entwined and our hands gripped firm, and we breathed into each other’s necks.

So intense. So deep. So profound.

Neither one of us spoke or moved for quite some time, and I just wanted to remain that way, buried deep inside of her for always.

Finally, after several still and hushed minutes, she said, “Nate. Why did you . . . change your mind?”

I wasn’t offended by the question, I’d been wondering the same thing myself. Why I hadn’t spanked her or tied her up.

“I think . . .” I whispered into her hair. “Just knowing it was possible . . . was enough for me.”

I didn’t meet her eyes when I said it. I didn’t even know if she got what I meant. Part of me wished I could take it back, that maybe I had said too much, shown my cards too soon.

But then I felt her fingers grasp my chin and she lifted it, forcing me to look at her. When her eyes met mine, she closed the space between us, placing a gentle yet sensual kiss on my lips. Our hands were still interconnected and she gave my palm a steady squeeze.

I tugged her toward me so that her head lay on my chest and then I felt her relax against me.

Too much had gone down between us tonight that I couldn’t wrap my brain around. I needed to get the hell out of here before I did something else to screw up this friends-turned-lovers situation even further. Like bring all of my messy feelings for her into the mix.





Chapter Thirty


Jessie



Nate was gone by the time I woke up in the morning, just as I expected him to be. We fell asleep in each other’s arms. I didn’t remember him pulling out of me and leaving my bed, let alone shutting the door behind him. No surprise there, my body was spent.