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.
My eyelids are suddenly heavy as Nate slips under the sheet next to me. He pulls me towards him until I'm snuggled as close as humanly possible at his side. His skin is so warm and his body so hard, yet it's the most comfortable place I've ever been. I feel secure and protected within his embrace.
Nate runs his hand across my forehead, moving my bangs, as he lures me into sleep. The feel of his breath against my skin and the comfort of his arms wrapped tightly around me is the last thing I feel before drifting off into a deep, restful sleep.
*****
The smell of bacon and coffee wakes me from the best night of sleep I've ever had. Muscles I didn't even know existed are screaming their protest as I stretch against the cool sheets. The other side of the mattress where Nate slept mere hours ago is vacant, but the smells coming from the kitchen tell me he isn't too far away.
My mind fills with memories of Nate waking me up in the very early morning. He was gentle as he worshiped my body, bringing me to orgasm no less than twice that time, too. My body is singing as I climb out of bed and reach for a shirt. Nate's shirt from last night is thrown on the end of the bed along with all of the clothes we were both wearing yesterday, so I slide the big shirt over my head and walk into the hall to the bathroom. The shirt still smells deliciously like Nate. It's all musky and rich with just a hint of sweat. I can't help but run my nose along the cotton material as I inhale deeply yet again.
After using the bathroom and brushing my teeth, I head out to the kitchen to see what kind of deliciousness Nate has cooked up. My stomach growls loudly as I turn the corner and stop dead in my tracks. The sight before me is so damn sexy that I can't even laugh at how comical it is.
Nate stands at my stove, frying bacon, and wearing nothing but my white apron. And I mean nothing but my apron. The ties are wrapped around his lean waist and tied around his amazing lower back. Muscles move and strain as he works the tongs, flipping the bacon.
Nate's back is a-freaking-mazing! There is no other word to describe it. I've never seen anything like it before in my life. I had no clue that definition and muscles like that existed. The tribal designed tattoo spread across his shoulder blades is dark with hard lines and looks so astounding stretched across his taut muscles.
But the muscles of his ass are what hold my attention right now. I wish I had a quarter because I'm pretty sure I could bounce it off his rear and get some serious air. Below his butt are the most well-defined, muscled thighs and calves I've ever seen. They scream power as he stands there in front of my stove.
I will never be able to wear that apron again. The mental image I will carry with me for the rest of my life of Nate wearing it this morning is something I will never, ever forget. It'll be one of the happiest memories I will cherish as I continue to move from place to place, searching for the life I know is out there. One that makes me feel safe and sound. One that is so very close to how I feel with Nate.
He moves towards the skillet, grabs the spatula, and flips what appears to be French toast. I have died and gone to heaven. I don't know when it happened, but there is no way this is actually happening in real life.
"Hey," he says with a huge grin and sparkling eyes, breaking me from the trance of my private thoughts.
"Huh?" I ask, wondering how long he's been talking to me and I've been staring at his bare ass.
"Enjoying the view?" he asks with another hint of laughter.
"I never thought my apron would look so good," I reply with pinked cheeks.
"Well, bacon grease isn't something you want splattering in this region," he says waving a hand at his white apron covered package. A package that is thickening and saluting me before my lust-filled eyes.