Part 33 (1/2)

”Wake up, baby.” I'm on my stomach and my arms are under my pillow, cradling my head. Nate brushes my hair off my face and kisses my cheek.

”What time is it?” I mumble.

”Six,” he murmurs and kisses my shoulder. Mmm... that feels good. I'm not ready for Monday.

”I don't want to get up.” I keep my eyes closed.

”I know,” he whispers and runs the flat of his hand down my spine to my a.s.s and back up again and I groan. Nate kisses my cheek and nibbles my earlobe, and my body comes awake. ”Grab the pillow, baby.”

I pull my arms out from under the pillow and grip each end in my fists. I open one eye and gasp at the sight of my s.e.xy man, long black hair loose, tribal tattoo down his right arm and another down his left side, looking all sleepy and s.e.xy and mine.

”You're s.e.xy,” I murmur.

”I want you,” he whispers.

”I'm right here, ace.”

He plants a wet kiss on my shoulder and whispers in my ear, ”Don't let go of the pillow.”

One of his hands glides back down my spine to my a.s.s, and he strips the covers off me to the end of the bed. He moves between my legs, pus.h.i.+ng them apart with his knees, braces himself above me with his fists on either side of my torso and kisses his way down my back to my a.s.s.

”Nate,” I whisper.

”Yes, baby.” He licks and nips each of my cheeks and slides a hand up my inner thigh, finding me wet and waiting for him. ”f.u.c.k, Julianne, you're so wet.”

”I need you inside me, babe.”

”You'll have me. You can let go of the pillow.”

I do and he flips me to my back and then covers me with his long, muscular body again, kissing me deeply and pa.s.sionately, as if he can't go another minute without his lips touching mine.

I wrap my legs around his hips, the soles of my feet resting on his thighs and push my fingers into his hair.

”Grip the pillow again,” he whispers against my mouth, but I shake my head no.

”Nate, I need to touch you this morning.” I do. I can't explain why, I just need to have my hands on him.

He pulls back a bit so he can look at my face, his bright gray eyes searching mine. ”What is it?” he asks.

”I don't know, I just need to feel you.”

”Okay, baby, touch me all you want. I love it when you touch me.” He kisses me again, more gently this time, working that talented mouth over mine and sinking onto me. He lowers his torso, letting me feel his weight. ”I'm right here,” he whispers.

I wrap my arms around him and run my hands up and down his back, from his a.s.s to his long thick hair, and back down again, while I rub his thighs with the soles of my feet. I can't stop touching him, rubbing myself against him. ”You feel so good.”

”Let me make love to you, baby.” He nibbles my lips, along my jaw line and over to my left ear. I tilt my head, giving him easier access to this sensitive spot, and he licks under my ear where he knows makes me crazy. ”I love how you smell, Julianne. So soft and clean and sweet.” His teeth clench gently onto my ear lobe and I squirm under him. ”You feel so d.a.m.n good, sweetheart. So smooth and firm and small.”

His words are intoxicating me, making love to me as thoroughly as his body is, and I feel my heart rate speed up and my breathing quicken.

”Nate,” I whisper.

”I can't get enough of you.” His hips start to move in a slow circle, rubbing his hard, thick c.o.c.k along my folds, the silver ball of his apa ma.s.saging my c.l.i.t, and I arch my back, pus.h.i.+ng against him.

”Nate, I need you.” I grip his firm a.s.s in my hands and pull him against me, almost coming undone at the sensation of his long shaft rubbing my lips and the head of his c.o.c.k, along with the piercing making my c.l.i.t pulsate, an o.r.g.a.s.m working its way through me.

”So beautiful,” he whispers against my neck and pushes his forearms under my shoulders so he's cradling me, his hands cupping my neck and fingers pushed up into my hair. He holds on and pushes harder, faster, rubbing himself against me. ”I love making you come like this.”

”Oh G.o.d,” I whisper. Our voices are soft, we're panting quietly, making love almost reverently. I feel tears pool in my eyes and I close them, the tears spilling down my temples.

”Shh, baby, don't cry.” He settles his lips on mine again, rubs them back and forth, caressing me and then kissing me sweetly, softly. ”Come for me, honey.”

I come apart, silently, my body quaking and pus.h.i.+ng against him. He deepens his kiss and pulls his hips down, finding my opening with the tip of his s.e.x and pushes into me, so, so slowly, letting me feel the apa as it slides against the walls of my p.u.s.s.y, and he fills me so completely. He sinks into me to the root of his amazing c.o.c.k and stops.

”Open your eyes.”

His gray eyes are on fire, looking down at me with such love, and I feel more tears leak out of my eyes.

”Your eyes are the most brilliant blue I've ever seen, and they're even bluer when I'm in you. I love it when you look at me like this.”

”How am I looking at you?” I whisper and push my fingers into his thick hair, loving how it feels to have my head and shoulders cradled in his arms and his body draped over mine, filled up with him.

”Like I'm all you see.” He whispers back to me.

I run my fingers down his face and cup his cheeks in my hands, looking him square in the eye, not paying any attention to the tears on my face.

”You are all I see.”

He growls softly and kisses me desperately; his pelvis begins to move, slowly pulling in and out of me. I grip his a.s.s in my hands again and I feel the o.r.g.a.s.m building up in me once more. He must feel it too because he moves faster, and pushes into me a bit harder with each thrust.

”Let go, Julianne,” he murmurs.

”Come with me,” I whisper.

He breaks the kiss on a groan and pins me with his raw gray eyes, his mouth open as he pants, and he pushes into me twice, three times, and then grinds his pubis against my c.l.i.t as he spills into me, and I come apart beneath him, not taking my gaze from his, as my body shudders around him.

”Oh my G.o.d,” I whisper as my body calms.

He collapses onto me and buries his face in my neck.

”Hey,” he lifts his head at my voice. I kiss his cheek. ”I love you, Nate.”

”G.o.d, I love you, Julianne.”

Work today has been... well, weird. Mrs. Glover keeps looking at me speculatively each time I walk past her desk, which makes me nervous, and curious as to what she's thinking. I haven't heard from Nate all day. I came to the office first while he went to the gym and followed me in about an hour later, as per our usual schedule. But he hasn't sent me any work requests at all, nor have I heard from any of my colleagues.

So, I've been in my office for most of the day working on some reports that needed reworking and doing some research on a client that I know Nate is considering bringing on.

At two o'clock there's a knock on my door.