Part 4 (1/2)

I glace down to his left side and I abandon his right side and trace another tribal design that curls down his rib cage, disappearing into his pants.

”Take your pants off,” I murmur and look back up into his eyes.

”I'd rather get you naked, baby,” He tucks my hair behind my ear.

”Oh trust me, you will, but right now I'm on a treasure hunt. This is much more fun with the lights on.” I continue to follow the beautiful design with my fingertip. He kisses me quickly, chastely, then stands and shucks out of his pants and boxer-briefs, and there is the finest specimen of man I've ever seen standing before me.

I feel my jaw drop as I skim my eyes up and down his perfect body. Holy h.e.l.l. He's all tanned skin and toned muscle and he's breathing rapidly. That tattoo on his left side falls down over his hip and onto his upper thigh. It's s.e.xy as I don't know what and I am itching to get my fingers on it.

And then my eyes zero in on his impressive erection a holy Moses, what that thing does to me a and I gasp at the silver metal in the tip. It feels bigger than it is, and I don't even want to think about the process it took to get it there.

Suddenly feeling over dressed, I sit up and pull my s.h.i.+rt over my head, throwing it on the floor. Nate just stands there, at the edge of the bed, his hot gaze locked on mine, and I lay back and s.h.i.+mmy out of my jeans and kick them on the floor with the rest of our clothes. I'm lying on the bed in just my pink bra and matching panties and I smile up at Nate and do the ”come here” motion with my index finger.

”Jesus, Julianne, you are so beautiful.” His voice is rough with emotion. I've heard those words hundreds of times, from other men, photographers, my friends, but they've never meant what they do to me right now. With this man.

”So are you. Are you going to join me, or what?”

”You're quite demanding, aren't you? I'll have to do something about that.” He smiles mischievously and crawls onto the bed, climbing on his hands and knees until he's hovering over me the way he was before and starts kissing me in the slowest, most tender way. He's not just kissing me, he's making love to me with his mouth. And, oh my G.o.d, it's sending electricity through me.

I hitch my left leg up around his hip and he grabs my a.s.s and grinds his c.o.c.k against my panty-covered center, sending sparks all the way up my spine.

”Oh, G.o.d, Nate,” I whisper, running my fingernails down his back. My hips are moving in a delicious rhythm against him, our breathing is loud and ragged.

”Baby, I can feel how wet you are through your panties.” He's kissing my jaw now, over to my neck and sucks gently on my earlobe.

”I want you.” I murmur.

”G.o.d, I want you too.” He pulls my bra straps down and pushes the material down my torso, unleas.h.i.+ng my b.r.e.a.s.t.s. His delicious mouth closes over one, gently suckling, and his fingers gently pull the other, and with his c.o.c.k rubbing back and forth over my c.l.i.t through my panties, I'm about to come undone.

”f.u.c.k, Nate, you'll make me come.”

”That's the point. Come for me, beautiful.” He rocks those hips again, and his lips close over my other nipple, and I just fall apart beneath him, crying out as my body shudders.

As my breathing calms, and I'm able to open my eyes again, I see Nate braced above me, his elbows on the bed beside my head. He's brus.h.i.+ng my hair back off my face, and his eyes are warm and happy.

”Are you on birth control?” he asks.

This could be a mood killer.

”Yes,” I whisper.

”I don't want to use condoms with you, baby. I know it sounds irresponsible, but I promise you, there hasn't been anyone for me since before you and I were together the last time.”

I shake my head. I want to feel him. Just him. And I trust him completely, which is so new, but we've known each other for a long time, and I respect him. ”Me neither.”

”Really?” his eyes widen in surprise.

”No, no one. Did you think there was?”

”I just a.s.sumed... you're so amazing... Thank G.o.d.”

I push him onto his back and straddle him. He reaches down and rips a literally rips a my panties in two and throws them on the floor.

”Didn't like those?” I ask with a smile.

”They were in my way,” he responds and grins.

I raise my hips and, holding him in my hand, slowly guide him inside me.

Oh. My. G.o.d.

I need to kiss whomever invented the apadravya. A lot. It feels incredible, having those two small b.a.l.l.s ma.s.sage the wall of my v.a.g.i.n.a.

”f.u.c.k, you're so tight.” Nate's jaw is clenched, his hands cupping my a.s.s, and I lean down and gently kiss him and rest my forehead on his, bracing myself on his shoulders.

I slowly start to move, up and down and the sensation is just... so good.

”Oh, Nate,” I whisper against his mouth.

”Yes, baby,” he whispers back, and I sit up, and start to really ride him, hard. He raises his hips in a counter-rhythm, bucking me up and down, and I'm lost in him. I throw my head back and revel in the bliss of Nate being inside me, and I start to feel my body tense, my legs start to shake, and Nate suddenly sits up and wraps his arms around my waist and his mouth around my nipple, and I come undone, shattering around him.

He grips my hips tightly and pulls me against him, hard, and cries out my name as he empties himself into me.

Our breathing is ragged as I rest on his lap, he's still inside me, and I push my fingers through his soft hair. I lay my forehead against his and smile.

”Well, that was... wow.”

He chuckles and runs a hand down my back, from the nape of my neck to my a.s.s. ”That was definitely wow. Are you okay?”

”Hmmm.”

”Is that a yes?”

”Hmmm.”

He laughs and lifts me off of him and sets me down on the bed. He switches off one of the lights, turns down the covers and tucks us both in, pulling me against him. I lay with my head on his chest and use my finger to trace the outline of his tattoo.

”You don't have any tattoos,” he murmurs.

”No, I'm allergic to needles.”

”Huh?” He pulls back so he can see my face and I grin.

”I'm scared s.h.i.+tless of needles. Natalie had to get me stinking drunk in college just to get my ears pierced. So if you prefer girls with body art, I'm not your girl.”

He chuckles and kisses my forehead. ”You're my kind of girl, with or without body art.”