Page 96 of For the Love of Art

“Hm?” My rock hard nipples rose and fell with each breath.

“Yesterday, you made it seem like you don’t deserve me because you’re not the type of woman I’m normally seen with.”

“Nathan, I think this is the least sexy–”

“It’s the other way around,” he cut me off. “I don’t deserve you.”

Before I could say anything further, his mouth was on me, and I saw stars. Each lick was perfectly placed, and his growls and hums vibrated through my body in the most delicious way. Even his hands on my thighs made the sensation in my core build.

I thrashed against the bed, unable to stay still as he sucked and licked my clit. Soft strokes followed by firm licks were joined by two fingers sliding into me and hitting that perfect spot.

“Fuck! Nathan! Like that! Just like that!”

I felt my body tensing as I slowly moved closer and closer to my peak.

“Oh, God! I’m going to–”

With those words, his mouth and fingers were gone.

I leaned up, frustrated and aching. “What the hell? What are you doing?”

A coy smile played across Nathan’s lips. He licked his lips as he stood above me, slowly removing his pants.

“Playing with you,” Nathan replied as he pulled his pants and boxer briefs down, revealing his large erection.

He leaned over me, moving his head up and down my slit as he planted kisses along my jaw.

“Why?” I breathed the question, so desperate for him to enter me.

“Because you’re fun to play with.”

He continued to run himself all over me– teasing me.

“Do you want me to fuck you?” he asked, still toying with my opening.

“Yes. God, yes.”

Nathan finally slid himself inside me, and I let out a relieved gasp.

As he worked me, all my fears that we weren’t meant for each other began to fade away. In this moment, it didn’t matter who deserved who or whether another woman would look better next to Nathan. All that mattered was that we fit.

I felt soft and relaxed as he chanted my name in my ear, a praise of how good I made him feel.

Slow, deep strokes kept pressure building in my core. I dug my nails into him, urging him to move deeper and faster. I wanted the release he so cruelly denied me earlier.

His lips found mine, and I moaned into the deep, hard kiss.

My hands wrapped around his veined forearms. My orgasm was so close, and I was afraid he’d deny me again if I told him.

“Nathan!” I cried out as the sensation continued to build.

He fixed me with intense eye contact. “Tell me we’re fine. Tell me you’re mine.”

I didn’t hesitate before I said, “Of course I’m yours.”

Nathan growled as he took his thumb and rubbed it over my clit as he continued to move in and out of me.

We toppled over the peak together, and there was something unifying in that.