Page 82 of For the Love of Art

“You know–” I pulled at his tie. “This was kind of like a date. There was good alcohol, and I love a good art opening.”

Nathan looked like his resolve was about to break. “Isla.”

“Nathan. I want you the way you are.” I kissed the corner of his mouth. “You.”

Nathan exhaled out of his nose before saying, “My car is out front.”

I didn’t know if that meant he was taking me home or to his place, but I followed him anyway. He leaned in through the passenger window, speaking to the driver. I wrapped my arms around myself as an autumn breeze blew a chill down my spine. Nathan opened the back door and gestured for me to get in.

I slid into the car, my nerves a mess. As soon as Nathan was in the car, I got my answer. He instantly locked lips with me, and I felt like a teenager at the movies. Our kiss only broke long enough to get from his car into the elevator. Once inside, he pushed me against the wall. The cold metal felt nice against my hot skin as his fingers played with the hem of my skirt. By the time we reached his apartment, the throbbing between my legs was almost unbearable. I needed release, and it was taking him far too long to unlock the door.

“Jesus, baby,” Nathan said as I rubbed him through his pants. “Keep doing that, and our night will end much sooner than we want.”

The door finally opened, and I welcomed the privacy of his apartment, where I could finally do what I wanted to him.

In his bedroom, Nathan immediately lost his suit jacket, and I pulled at his tie, undoing the knot as quickly as my fingers allowed. I pushed him against the wall and unbuttoned his shirt, kidding down his chest and stomach as I did.

“Fuck, baby,” he breathed against my ear as I pushed his pants down and saw how hard he was beneath his boxer briefs.

I stepped back and pulled at the knot that kept my dress together. Nathan rubbed his face as the dress opened, revealing I was completely naked beneath it.

“You are so beautiful.” Nathan’s eyes traveled up and down my body.

My cheeks heated.

I crawled on his bed. It was plush and sunk under my weight. I sat on my knees and looked over my shoulder at Nathan, whose mouth was open and seemed to be deeply admiring the view.

“You coming?” I batted my eyelashes.

Nathan didn’t hesitate. He pulled down his underwear, his erection looking just as big and beautiful as I remembered. He crawled on the bed behind me. He kissed down my shoulder, running his hands over my breasts and pinching my nipples. I gasped and shuddered under his touch, allowing him to explore my body in a way I’d never let anyone. His hands ran down my waist and between my thighs. His fingers slid up my folds and came out shiny from my arousal.

“Is this for me?” Nathan’s voice was gruff behind me.

My chest was heaving. “Yes.”

I heard him suck his fingers. “Fuck, you taste good.”

He pushed me forward so my chest was against the bed and lifted my hips. I was panting as I felt his hands run along the outside of my thighs.

“What are you– ah!”

He didn’t need words to explain what he was doing. His mouth was on me, his tongue circling my clit. I gripped his bedding.

Fuck, fuck, fuck!

“Ah!” I cried out as Nathan continued to work me from behind. My core wound up tighter and tighter. I could feel my orgasm building. “Oh, God! Nathan, please!”

I was close- so close.

Nathan removed his mouth.

“Why did you stop?” I whined.

I heard a drawer open, and I turned my head to see the gleam of a foil package.

I looked over my shoulder as Nathan ripped the package with his teeth. “I’m selfish, baby.” He pulled the condom out and rolled it over himself. “The first time I make you cum, I want to feel it on my cock. After that, I’ll do it however you want.”

He pulled me back up so my back was to his chest. He planted kisses along my neck, and I moaned.