I smile. “The opposite, actually. She was always begging me to get my head out of a book and put on some lip gloss. Which of course just made me want to stick my head even further into a book. I just never wanted to end up like her.” Nate raises his eyebrows at me, and I sigh. “I mean, dependent on men. She never really learned how to do anything because she's so beautiful and charming and men would always do everything for her. But when I came along, they stopped coming around so much, and she had to take care of me all by herself. And even when they did, they'd eventually leave, and she'd be devastated. Curled up in bed for days, depressed, unable to care for herself…”
“So then you started taking care of her,” he finishes. I nod. We settle back into the pillows for a minute. “Your mom should have known that not all books are created equal, though,” Nate begins thoughtfully. “Some are far more interesting than others.”
“What?” I ask, with absolutely no idea what he's talking about. With a devilish grin, he reaches over me and opens my bedside table. I shriek and grab his arm as I see his fingers graze over my copy of Lady Chatterley's Lover. But to my far more infinite horror, his hand keeps searching back and returns to the bed with my hot pink vibrator. “Oh my god, put that back!”
He ignores me, and studies it thoughtfully as my cheeks burn. “Someday I'd like to watch you use this on yourself,” he comments. My mouth drops open and he glances up at me, his eyes boring into me. “What do you think about that?”
“I…I don't know,” I whisper.
“Not tonight,” he assures me, replacing the vibrator in the drawer and turning back to me. “Tonight, I'll do all the work.” I gasp as I feel his fingers slip between my legs and rub against my clit. “You have no idea how much it turns me on to be your first for all of this.”
“Mmhm,” I reply distractedly as my eyelids flutter. No way can I concentrate on speaking with his hand down there.
“Brynn, keep looking at me.”
“Why?” I whine.
“Because I like to tease you,” he replies simply. I bite my lip and turn my head back to him. His fingers rub my aching nub over and over again.
“I like it when you order me around,” I whisper, feeling shocked to hear myself say such a thing out loud. His eyes widen.
“You do?”
“Only in bed,” I explain. I watch his pupils dilate and his jaw muscles contract, as though he's struggling against some powerful reaction. He sucks in a breath of air and then blows it out of his mouth slowly.
“Oh, Brynn, there are so many things I want to do to you. But we can't just jump from zero to sixty.” I nod in understanding and then moan as he slips a finger inside me. “You're so wet already. You want round two?” All I can do is moan in affirmation. “Turn around,” he orders me, and a thrill of desire rushes through me. I obey, turning over onto my other side so that my back's to him.
He runs his hand over my ass and then back between my legs and inside me. I hear him fumbling with his other hand and then the sound of a condom being ripped open.
“Put your arms over your head,” he tells me. I place them over my ears and onto the pillow, bending my elbows so that they don't hit the headboard. I feel his hand press down against my forearms, his long fingers easily reaching completely around me, and pinning me to the pillow. His other hand slides out of me and pulls my hips back toward him. I begin to tremble with anticipation, but don't have to wait very long.
I feel his cock at my slit, pushing into me as he holds me in place. I cry out from pain and pleasure as he reawakens the soreness he created the first time, but unlike that time, the pleasure is also instant and intense.
I feel his mouth at my ear. “You like that?”
“Yes, oh god, yes,” I moan. He thrusts into me faster.
“It's so hard to hold back with you,” he mutters, almost to himself.
“You don't have to,” I reply. I hear him grunt in response and slam into me harder. Suddenly I feel myself being picked up and turned over. Before I know it, I'm on my hands and knees without Nate and me ever losing contact. I have to bite my lip to keep myself from screaming out in pleasure as he pulls out and drives back in. He's in so deep now, pressing directly against my g-spot with every thrust.
My body begins to shake with another orgasm and this time, I let myself go with it. I feel Nate's hands pulling my hips back to meet his with every thrust as he comes with me. My elbows collapse down with the final shudder of my orgasm, and Nate lands on top of me, immediately kissing the back of my neck.
“Oh, Brynn, I'm sorry,” he murmurs, as he pulls my hair out of my face.