Protect Me(38)

Before my breathing can even start to return to normal, I feel Nate move away from me. As I crack open my too-heavy eyelids, I see his gloriously bare chest flex as he unbuttons his shorts with lightning fast speed. I’m in a trance as I watch the hard, tattoo covered muscles of his upper arms flex and work to rid him of his clothing.

Suddenly, he’s standing before me in nothing but black boxer briefs that are so deliciously tight and leave nothing to the imagination. Warmth instantly spreads to my exposed core as I take in the man before me. He’s all tight muscles and large tented cock. He’s every woman’s wet fantasy. And tonight, he’s mine.

I reach a hand towards him, wanting to feel his length in my hand.

“No can do, beautiful,” he says as he takes my hands in his and places them behind my back. The action pushes my breasts straight out and on display. “If you touch me right now, I’m going to embarrass myself in my pants.” Nate traces his tongue up the column of my neck from my collarbone to my earlobe. “I need you so damn bad,” he growls harshly.

“What are you waiting for?” I whisper in invitation.

Nate lets go of my hands and makes a grab for his shorts. He removes a strip of condoms from his front pocket, rips one off the end, and throws the rest on the counter.

“Well prepared,” I comment with a smile.

“I have a feeling that one time with you isn’t going to be nearly enough,” he replies as he tosses his underwear and rolls the protection over his impressive length.

Without even realizing it, I spread my legs widely as he steps between my thighs. His mouth locks on mine again in another fiery kiss. Nate slips his hands under my ass and moves me forward to the edge of the counter. I feel the pressure of him positioning himself at my entrance.

“Now,” I demand in a low, harsh voice in between kisses.

Nate gently thrusts forward, entering me with ease. His tongue dips inside my mouth, mimicking the movements of his lower half. The stretching is a little painful yet so very fulfilling. It’s been nearly ten months since I’ve been with a man, and never have I been with a man of Nate’s girth.

Nate pauses and says, “Are you alright?”

“God, yes. More,” I growl as I attack his mouth once again with my own.

Our kisses, or my words – take your pick – shatter him. Nate thrusts deep and hard, burying himself completely inside me. Our collective groans mix as our tongues continue their erotic dance. There’s no slowing us down anymore. Nate’s pace is fast and furious as he pushes us both towards climax. His hands tighten on my ass as he continues to pump into me. I hold on the best I can and enjoy the hell out of the ride.

When one hand reaches up and strokes my neck, I feel that familiar tightening low in my belly. He pulls his lips from mine and runs them along my neck. Between the gentleness of his lips and the roughness of his teeth, I’m teeter tottering on the edge of oblivion. Nate wraps his hand around the back of my neck, pulling me forward and ravishing my pulse point with his mouth. The feel of his breath and his mouth finally send me over the edge. I didn’t think it was possible to come any harder than earlier, but I manage as Nate pumps three, four, five more times inside of me, my internal muscles milking him for everything he has. His orgasm is strong and his groans loud as he releases himself deep inside me.

Nate and I both gasp for breath, wrapped in each other’s sweaty arms as we ride the aftershocks together. “Holy shit, woman,” Nate hoarsely says.

“Yeah,” I manage to reply after several deep, panting breaths.

His lips descend upon mine, but this time, as a gentle caress. They are soft and tender as they rub against my overly sensitive lips. His lips glide soothingly over mine, expressing emotions that I’m not prepared to deal with. Not now. Not ever. Emotions that I can’t get wrapped up in again.

“I don’t want to just invite myself to stay, and I’ll definitely leave if you want me to. I’m just afraid that one time isn’t going to be enough with you,” he says honestly.

As if we didn’t just rock each other’s worlds not a short five minutes ago, I feel him hardening inside of me. “I want you to stay,” I reply. Just for tonight, I tell myself repeatedly. Just for tonight.

Nate scoops me up into his hard, muscular arms and slowly pulls himself free from inside me. I feel the loss and want him to slide back inside of me. Where he belongs.

No, Lia. Temporary. This is only temporary.

Nate walks back to the tiny bedroom at the back of the apartment and gingerly lays me down on the bed. He makes quick work of removing the condom and heads towards the bathroom to discard it. He comes back a few minutes later with a glass of water, two Tylenol tablets, and the strip of protection. I take the medicine he offers while he throws the strip of condoms on the nightstand.