Page 75 of Let’s Be Real

He pulled away from me all at once, leaving me cold and bereft. Moments later, something slick and cool slid along my crease. Then his fingers were at my back opening, working into me with as much patience as he could muster.

I wanted him so badly, my body allowed him entrance without much struggle.

“Come on, Nate,” I whimpered. “Please, please. I’m ready for you.”

He smacked the side of my ass with one hand, continuing to coat my inner walls with the other. “I know you are, sweet girl. You’re always ready for me. That’s why I can’t get enough.”

I arched my back as much as he would allow, presenting myself to him. “Please, Nate. Let me feel it.”

“You’re gonna get it.” His fingers slipped out then the blunt end of his cock nudged against me. “We’ll both feel it. But I’m not going to hurt you. Your body is going to open for me so I can fit inside nice and deep, right?”

Head hanging, I nodded. “Yes.”

He pushed into me and didn’t take his time. He’d done such a thorough job prepping me; the sting was sharp but brief as he sank fully inside me. His hips hit my ass, jolting me forward. I reached out, bracing against the headboard, and answered his thrust with one of my own.

“Like that,” he encouraged. “Just like that.”

One hand on my hip, the other in my hair, gentle Nate fell by the wayside, leaving behind a powerful being who took no mercy on me—exactly like I wanted. Our bodies came together with brutal force, and his retreat made me whimper and whine for more. When he returned, I met him, eager for every point of contact, inside and out.

I felt him in my stomach and chest. In my throat and brain. He consumed me with his body and infiltrated my mind with his reassurance and praise.

Why would I look for someone else when I knew they wouldn’t be able to give me this? I’d been searching all my life for a partner to understand me and had finally found it, at least in the bedroom. There was no way I’d be giving it up anytime soon.

Nate used me like a doll. He took me from my knees to my side, curling around me as he pounded into me. Then he moved us again, placing me in his lap, my back to his front. Draping my legs over his, he spread me wide. I fell back against him as he ran his hands over me, cupping my pussy, rolling my clit in tight circles until I was shaking and begging.

Then he dipped two fingers inside me, pressing against my back wall, feeling himself moving in my other channel. He groaned beside my ear, and I turned my head to dig my teeth into his neck.

“Dammit, Sam. How is this—how the hell do you feel so good?” He sounded angry, utterly confounded, and I had no answers for him. It was a mystery to me how well we fit together. I truly hadn’t known it possible to share something like this with someone.

I blubbered something incoherent, and he grabbed my face, turning it so he could kiss me hard and deep, taking my useless breath away. He kept kissing me and pounding into my ass until we were both boneless heaps, spent in each other’s arms.

I touched his ruddy cheeks, the sweat on his brow, his bottom lip I’d made puffy from my teeth. He held me close, almost nose to nose, his tired eyes raking over me. We surveyed each other for a long time, until we caught our breath and sounds from outside began to seep in.

Eventually, we moved to the shower. My knees were shaky, and I kept giggling for no reason. Nate made sure I stayed in his arms, kissing the side of my head and cheek as he washed my hair and body.

“I would love to wash your hair too, but my arms don’t work,” I mumbled against his chest.

He squeezed me, a rumble rising out of him. “You don’t need to do anything other than let me take care of you. You already gave me so much.”

“God, you’re a sweet man.”

He chuckled, pressing his lips to my temple. “Nothing I’ve done to you tonight could be mistaken for sweet.”

I slapped his back weakly. “That’s for me to say. I lost track of how many times I came, and by my definition, that’s pretty sweet.”

“Hmmm…” He nuzzled into my hair, cradling the back of my head in his palm. “In that case, you’re sweet too.”

“You came once.”

“And you hollowed me out. I came so much, I’m barely a husk.”

That made me snicker so hard, I would have stumbled if he hadn’t been holding me. “I like when you’re funny.”

“I mean it.”

I didn’t stop laughing until he’d dried me off and tucked me into bed, my silky nightgown long forgotten on the floor. I hoped tonight would be one of the nights Nate slept well. Waking up in the morning to see fatigue shadowing his eyes bothered me. I hated that he spent all night alone while I dreamed.

I wanted him to dream with me.