“Fuck!” I whispered, knowing that I couldn’t be too loud. There were still his security guards right outside the doors, and even if I was off Nathan’s case officially, I still didn’t want them to hear what was happening in here. People talked…
But I needed Nathan in a way I hadn’t needed any other man ever before. He was my drug, my heroin, except I knew in my heart he’d never hurt me, never make me waste away like what had happened my mother and Jenny. He would only ever make me whole and safe. He was an addiction I could succumb to, lose myself in, knowing that he would always find me and bring me back to where I was supposed to be. With Nathan, I could never truly be lost.
I arched again as he focused on my sweet spot, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my hips as I stifled a wail. I felt like I was being electrocuted, my muscles twitching uncontrollably as he worked me to his heart’s content. He had me so close to cumming already. I couldn’t bear for him to stop.
And he didn’t. Seeing my rapture, Nathan only pressed further, wriggling his tongue against me until I dug my nails into his scalp and let out a low groan of unbridled ecstasy. My orgasm threatened to overwhelm me as I writhed and flailed, my breasts heaving with each labored breath I took, every fiber of my being unraveling as this man dangled me over the precipice of divine bliss.
“Nathan!” I pleaded. “Please!”
And like so many times before, Nathan knew exactly what I wanted. He stood up, pulled off his shirt, and crawled on top of me, kissing me so tenderly I thought I might melt. Everything about him was burning hot. Touching him was an exquisite kind of pain.
I reached down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down over his hips until I could feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh. He was warm and thick, as incredible as he’d always been as he pulled back just enough to press into my slit. I was so wet that he slipped along my folds, teasing me with his tip.
I hesitated. “The condoms,” I said, pointing toward my purse. Nathan held me there, our bare flesh on the brink of becoming one.
“You saved my life, Sandra… I want you now, just like this. I don’t care what the consequences are.”
“Oh God… Fuck me Nathan. Please!”
I lifted my hips to guide him toward my center. He held himself at my opening, teasing me with tiny little thrusts that never pushed him entirely inside. I whimpered and looked up at him, caressing his face with both hands as I gazed into his eyes.
“Please,” I implored again. I was feverish, sweat forming on my brow. I needed this man’s cock, and he knew it.
He grinned, and for a moment, he was that cocky and spoiled rich kid who bent me over his desk and too my innocence. Although I’d never let him affect me then, I admitted to myself now that those arrogant grins were so goddamn hot.
I kissed him again as he thrust into me, driving away all the pain and regret I’d held inside me since Momma and Jenny. I held onto him tight, pressing my face into the curve of his neck as he took me, filling me with his warmth, his tenderness, and his love.
He moved inside of me, thrusting steadily, covering my body in tiny grateful kisses as I ran my fingers through his hair, clutching any part of him I could. He was so perfect. We were so perfect, the two of us together. We were broken apart, but with one another, we were healing.
“What if I get pregnant,” I whispered between panting gasps.
“Then you’ll give me everything I’ve ever wanted,” Nathan replied, gripping me tighter and driving him cock deep. With every thrust, our jagged edges collided, smoothing us into jewels that could only shine when we were together. With every gasp, I felt a little bit of him flow into me, forging a bond I knew could never break. With every pass of his hands through my hair, over my neck, down the side of my wriggling body, I felt more and more like we were meant to be.
The deeper he pushed into me, the more I felt how much we belonged together. We fit so perfectly in each other’s arms. It was like I’d been missing a piece of myself since as far back as I could remember, and now I’d finally found it. I was never letting go.
I shuddered as I felt him swell inside me. His breath was hot on my ear, coming in short bursts, in desperate gasps. I pulled back, looking into his eyes and seeing the pleasured strain on his face. I knew he needed the release just as much as I did.
“Let it go,” I cooed to him, holding his face in both my hands regardless of the pain. “Go ahead, Nathan.”
He looked into my eyes as he bit his lip and released inside of me, relinquishing his own pain, guilt, and doubt with each pulse of his orgasm. I held his gaze, watching the rapture overtake him, watching as both our bodies let go of all the darkness we’d been carrying and finally ascended into the light.