“Does it feel very different?”
“Oh yeah. And I want to feel myself right up against you.” He walks over to his bedside table and pulls a condom out and tosses it on the bed. “Come,” he says, holding his hand out to me. I walk over, and he turns me around, pulling my back against him. I feel his cock hitting the small of my back as he runs his fingers over my stomach and then up over my breasts, gently pinching my nipples. I groan into his touch. I've never felt anything close to the way he makes me feel.
“A little faster and harder this time, OK?” he asks, and I nod, already beyond speaking. His fingers slide down and over my clit, and I can hear the sounds of my wetness as he presses one finger inside me. “You're already so wet…good girl.”
His other hand snakes up to my face and turns my cheek so that I'm facing him. He kisses me, hard, his tongue ravaging my mouth as his finger circles inside my opening. His thumb flicks over my clit and I cry out in pleasure and surprise. As if he were just waiting for this response, he turns me around and pushes me down on my back on the bed. He picks up the condom next to me and quickly rips it open and pulls it on. He grabs my hips and steps forward, pulling my ass down so that it's just on the edge of the bed. He bends over me, quickly pulling my breast into his mouth and gently nibbling on my nipple.
He moves his weight onto his elbows and I feel him pressing inside me. There's a slight soreness left over from last night, but also instant pleasure. He stretches me open, pushing slowly but surely until he's all the way in. My hands dig into his back as he thrusts again, a little harder. Then he stands up, still inside me, and pulls my legs up so that my calves are resting on his shoulders.
He moves his right hand over my crotch, and I moan as he begins to circle my clit with his thumb. I cry out as he begins to pull in and out of me at the same time, and I watch his face as he watches himself move inside my opening. The combination of his fingers on my clit and his cock inside me is quickly driving me crazy.
“Aaggh,” I cry out intelligibly, and Nate's eyes snap up to my face. He removes his hand from my clit and leans forward so that both of his palms are spread on the comforter. My legs are still on his shoulders, and I can feel a good stretch in my hamstrings in this position. I'm also completely immobilized as he begins to drive into me in earnest now, his jaw tense and his neck muscles bulging.
I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation of being drilled over and over again. He's hitting me so deeply, and I'm absolutely out of control and powerless. Maybe it would make me nervous with some other man, but I feel completely safe with Nate. As an orgasm begins to rip through me, I feel his hands gripping my shoulders tightly, pulling me down against him as he comes inside me.
“Brynn, oh, fuck, Brynn!” he shouts as he releases himself. My legs fall off his shoulders and splay onto the comforter as he collapses on top of me. I gasp for air, and drowsily wipe the hair out of my face as I feel him stir on top of me. He picks his head up and listens for a moment. “They're still not home.”
“Mm, guess not,” I murmur rather incoherently.
“Good,” he says with a wicked smile, and begins to kiss down the middle of my chest as he slides to his knees on the floor.
“Nate, what are you—oh, god,” I moan, as he takes a long lick of my slit.
“I can't wait until tonight to taste you again. It's like I'm addicted to this, to you.”
I close my eyes as he begins to flick his tongue across my clit. I thought I was completely worn out, but I'm coming back to life shockingly quickly under his deft tongue. His hands pin my knees to the sides of the bed, stretching me wide open so that he has complete access and control.
I feel his tongue dart in and out of me—a completely different sensation than when he uses his fingers. My back arches off the bed as he moves back to my clit, circling it relentlessly. I whimper as I feel waves of pleasure begin to reverberate through my body. My body wants to rock and shake, but Nate's hands pin me firmly to the bed, and his tongue keeps flicking across me. My energy has no choice but to be completely directed to the reaction he's eliciting. For some reason, it's when Nate backs off slightly that my body rocks into a full-out orgasm, my back arching wildly off the bed, just the top of my head and my hips remaining in contact with the comforter.
“Oh my god,” I breathe as I relax down. I lift my head slightly and watch him lick his lips before lying down next to me on the bed and lazily flopping an arm over my waist.
“We should get dressed,” he reminds me, kissing me quickly before jumping back up. I groan. Where's he getting all this energy? I feel like I could sleep for days.