Protect Me(57)

“You’re not so bad yourself,” I whisper as I start to unbutton all of the tiny white buttons on the front of his dress shirt. Black pearl button covers start to fall to the ground.

“I don’t give a shit about them. I’ll pay whatever rental fee they charge for new ones,” he says as we watch the buttons fall.

I give his shirt a big tug out of his pants - pants that are suddenly very tight in the crotch area - and release the shirt. When all of the buttons are open, Nate stands before me in his open white dress shirt. With his big hands, he grabs me around the ass, lifting me up, and setting me down softly on the air mattress.

The blankets are cool from the almost damp humid August air. Crickets are chirping and frogs are croaking all around us. We are about to make love under the stars. This moment is hands down, the most romantic thing that has ever happened to me.

I lay back against the pillow as Nate squats over me. His hands fan out as he caresses the suddenly hot skin of my abdomen. He dips down and runs his tongue along my collarbone, down to my breasts. The wetness is like gasoline to my already smoldering body, and I am completely up in flames.

Nate reaches behind me and releases the clasp of my bra, freeing my girls into the sticky night air. His mouth is hot as he quickly suckles my erect nipple. He moves to the other, showing it the same attention as the first one, and my moans echo off the trees and the water.

“God, I need you so bad,” he says as he reaches down and gives the skimpy black material of my thong a tug.

“I need you, too,” I whisper. More than he will ever know.

The growl that erupts from his gut is primal and fierce. My panties are gone a second later, leaving me bare to the world, which is fine considering they were soaked through already.

“God, I fucking want to worship your body,” he says with fire dancing in the depths of his eyes. “You’re so damn wet,” he adds as he uses his large finger to rub around my moisture.

I moan as he works his finger around my most sensitive area. He slowly slides one, then two fingers deep inside of me. The combination of his fingers and his mouth as he kisses, suckles, and nibbles my pert nipples brings on that familiar tightening in my stomach. I feel my internal muscles gripping his fingers. Breathing becomes harder and harder as he gently guides me toward release.

With his fingers kneading and tweaking my over-sensitive nipples, Nate drops his mouth to the little bundle of nerves at my center. Just the slightest flick of his tongue before taking my clit into his mouth and I shatter into a million pieces. I can’t even hear the noises echoing off of our surroundings over the blood swooshing in my ears, as I come fiercely. Nate doesn’t slow his fingers or his mouth as he prolongs the orgasm into one of the longest ones humanly possible.

I tremble as he slips his fingers from my body and removes his pants quickly. His body is perfection. He’s hard and strong and has sandy blond hair that sprinkles over his amazing chest and down towards his impressive groin. The tight vee of his hipbones is like a neon sign pointing downward. It’s like a beacon as if to say, Down here to the promised land!

Naked, Nate pulls a condom out of his wallet as I still struggle to catch my breath. The view he presents, though, standing in front of me, has my lady parts firing on all cylinders again almost instantly. I want this man desperately.

Nate positions his large frame over me. I spread my thighs to accommodate him, preparing myself to welcome his body. Nate rubs the head of his erection through my folds before positioning at my entrance. His mouth places a gentle, sweet kiss on my lips, stealing my breath. The moment is perfect as he slowly pushes himself inside me. I try to suck air in my lungs, but between the pressure of his body and the intensity of this moment, they just won’t work. My lungs are failing me.

Nate slides his tongue inside my mouth, mimicking the slow, sweet love he’s making to me with his body. Nate breathes for me. We share air and breath. We are one.

“God, I want to do this with you every day, all day. I want this with you. It’s so much more with you,” he whispers against my lips, his eyes closed as if he’s savoring the touch.

I fight the tears that are filling my eyes as my reply gets caught in my throat. I want to tell him that I love him. I want to give him the little sliver of my heart that he doesn’t already own. But I can’t. He deserves so much better than me.

“I need you, Lia. You. Only you,” Nate whispers before dipping his tongue into the dimple of my collarbone. His left hand comes down and gently wraps around my throat as he strokes and makes love to my neck with his hand.

Nate picks up his pace slightly. The combination of his tongue, lips, and hands, along with his long, hard cock, have me pushing towards another release. My body is tightly wound and there is only one way out now. Only one man who can give me the release I need.