“Are you going to fuck me?” I asked quietly, my laughter gradually coming back under control. Nathan’s eyes smoldered as he stared at me, making my knees quake just looking at the heights of his arousal. So maybe I was still horny. This was the man capable of providing the most incredible sexual experiences of my life, and I wasn’t ready to stop.
“I didn’t bring a condom,” he said, his eyes traveling up and down my naked body. “Are you on the pill?”
I shook my head, glancing over at the bed. “You packed three miles of Egyptian cotton, and not one single condom?” I asked.
He grinned wolfishly. It made my heart flutter. “I’m supposed to be locked up in this apartment with Detective Hard-ass. Don’t you think packing condoms would have been a little presumptuous?” he answered.
“I assumed being presumptuous was part of your core nature,” I replied, letting out a little laugh and looking away from his impossibly sexy cock, still rock hard and ready to please. Why couldn’t I just have it once—just this one time?
Nathan reached down, pulling me to my feet and straight up into his arms. It was a completely different experience when compared to the way he’d pressed against me from behind. Here in his arms, in his embrace, I felt safe.
“You know, Sandra, maybe we can’t fuck, but there’s more to me than my cock,” he whispered, licking his lips. I yelped in surprise as he picked me up off the floor, cradling me in his strong arms and carrying me swiftly to his bed.
The billowing sheets beneath my exposed flesh were like heaven on earth, and for a moment, I was able to forget the smell and the disrepair around us. I was able to ignore the shoddy apartment altogether and focus solely on what this handsome and talented man was doing to me.
Nathan’s hands glided over my body as he lay gentle kisses up my milky thighs. His mouth was so soft, so tender, and even his little love bites made me coo as he lightly inflicted them upon me in a hot, scintillating trail. Just as I thought he might drive his lips right into my sensitive heat, he passed by it entirely, instead sweeping up my stomach toward my tits.
“Oh, God,” I gasped as he drew a nipple between his lips and flicked his tongue across the tip. He suckled it lightly, laving it with his hot tongue before bestowing upon it the softest of bites, scraping his teeth with utmost care across the delicate nubbin. Then he pulled away to guide his hands up beneath my large mounds, lavishing my other breast with the same tender, electrifying sensations.
“Don’t stop,” I begged him as he pulled away, kissing up to my neck. For a moment, he was between my legs, his cock pressing hard against my thigh. I could feel him throb with desire, each of his spasms sending ripples of desire through me. But we couldn’t do this—not without protection.
“Relax, Sandra,” Nathan whispered into my ear, planting a kiss on my neck that was so tender it made me swoon. “I’m not going to fuck you. Not this time…”
This time. That implied this was more than just a one-off fling. Did he see more in me than just an opportunity? Did he regard me as more than just a warm, female body placed conveniently in the same living space?
More importantly, was I starting to feel the same way?
The thought of letting Nathan plunge his enormous shaft deep inside me was almost irresistible, but I fought the urge to capture him with my legs and drive him into my wanting core. I kept myself from throwing him off me and riding him at a gallop until exhaustion overtook us both. He rewarded my patience, slipping downward again, kisses trailing across my chest and back toward my spot, my throbbing and aching spot. I was desperate to feel his touch again.
His mouth found its way over my bare, swollen mound, planting kisses across it before dipping between my folds and letting his tongue run a soft line up to my nub. I cried out loudly as I rode his silken tongue, letting him write love letters in soft strokes that sent me higher than the sky.
I shivered in ecstatic bliss as one of his fingers found its way inside me, followed by a second, their thickness nowhere near big enough to fill the yearning emptiness at my core. I wanted the real thing, wanted to feel his cock burying into my depths, his bare skin inching into my own. Even so, I groaned and bucked against his flickering tongue, letting his mouth drive me higher and higher as he pumped his fingers into my quivering flesh.
Nathan was moaning now, the vibrations rolling through me from head to toe. Every part of my body was shuddering, another long and wonderful orgasm crashing over me. Nothing could possibly feel this good. It was criminal for this man to be so wealthy and so talented in the sack. I wanted to arrest him. I wanted to handcuff him to my bed and never let him stop. I could keep him as my own personal prisoner.