Nate laughed as I rushed to stand. Grabbing my brush, I charged toward him. He read my mind and grabbed my wrist, pinning me to the wall. All the air vanished from my lungs. His hard body pressed against mine and I dropped the paintbrush when I felt his erection growing between us. My breath came out in spurts as I found the courage to look up at him. His eyes pierced mine and his need for me was as clear as day.
Nate released his grip of my hands and reached for my face. His hands tightened around the hair at the nape of my neck. “For months I’ve been trying to forget what your lips felt like.” His nose ran up the side of mine and along my cheek. “I should have kissed you that night—and not a half one.” His warm breath was on my skin; his mouth only millimeters away. “I should have grabbed you like this and had one taste of your lips, even if it was just that once.” He pressed his erection into my pelvis and I lifted my leg around his waist, letting him push against my core. “Tell me not to do this, Brie.”
I looked deep into his eyes. I wanted this. I wanted everything he wanted to give me. His tongue slid across his lips and I couldn’t take it anymore. I didn’t care if it was wrong. In that moment I didn’t care who we hurt. All I cared was his lips were on mine.
“Kiss me.” The words slipped out of my mouth.
Nate growled and wrapped his firm hands around my body. His mouth captured mine in a full kiss. I was drowning in him, but I refused to come up for air. My hands reached around his neck and entwined in his hair. Nate kissed me with hunger, want and desperation.
He released his hand from my hair and lifted me to his waist. My legs clung around his body as he kissed my cheek, my neck, and moved down my shoulder. The need to be with him had me aching for his touch.
Nate pressed me harder against the wall and lowered both the straps of my camisole and bra. In one swift movement, he had my breast out and his tongue swirled around my nipples.
“Oh. Fuck. Nate.” I moaned each word in ecstasy.
Nate released my nipple and captured my mouth in his again. “You’re so perfect,” he grunted. “Fucking perfect.”
With his lips on mine, he carried me from the wall and to the couch. I ripped my top off and he lay on top of me. My greedy hands reached for his shirt as he kissed the mounds of my breasts. From the outside of my jeans, he rubbed my clit.
“Yes,” I whimpered. I wanted his hands all over my body.
Nate’s tongue took turns teasing each of my breasts until I felt I was about to burst. His grunts and moans only built my need to have him inside me. Yanking his head away from my breast, I pulled him to my mouth.
His lips brushed mine gently. “Brielle.” He said my name as he stared deep into my eyes. His hand unbuttoned my jeans, and before I could utter a sound, he was down my pants with his finger deep inside me.
I cried out in pleasure.
“You’re soaked,” he moaned against my lips. Nate’s fingers dipped in and out of me in rhythm.
“Please don’t stop.” I pushed down on his hand.
Nate growled and pulled his hand out of my pants. He kneeled on the floor and pulled my jeans off with one quick tug. His fingers hooked the soft cotton booty shorts and gently pulled them off. Soft lips followed them down my legs. Each inch he pulled on my shorts was another kiss he placed on my leg.
I was aching. Pent up with need. Nate’s hands ran up my legs and goosebumps rose all over my body. I reached behind me and unhooked my bra. Naked, I waited for him to do whatever he wanted with me.
He pushed my legs apart and lowered his mouth to my core. I felt my eyes roll to the back of my head as his warm tongue licked along my clit.
“Nate, please, don’t stop,” I moaned.
His tongue flicked and sucked everything I had to give. He took his time drawing my orgasm out of me. Any time I was close, he slowed down only to start all over again. Minutes passed and I couldn’t hold it anymore.
“Please,” I begged.
Nate shoved one finger inside me while his tongue lapped at my clit. Within seconds, the world went dark and my body exploded as my legs shook and I screamed out his name.
When my breathing returned to normal, I looked at Nate. “There are condoms in the drawer.” I pointed to the nightstand that divided the two beds.
He ran to the drawer and walked back. He stood tall in front of me and I sat up on the couch. My hand ran down his abdomen and unbuttoned his jeans. Lowering his jeans and boxers, I reached for his thick, hard cock. I stroked it gently as he tore the foil wrapper.
Nate slid the condom down his shaft and I lay back. He kissed my stomach, breasts and neck as he climbed on top of me. His forehead rested on mine when I felt him at my opening. My lips kissed his, his tongue playing with mine as he sank each inch inside me.