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“Take me out, Kiersten.”
I savor the full-body tremble from his darkening gaze. Locking eyes with him, I lower my hands, snag his jeans on my wrists, and pull them down until they drop to the floor. He steps out one foot at a time, but I hardly notice because the second his jeans fall, his dick springs free.
Hard steel bobs between us, beckoning me forward for a closer look. Heat envelops me from head to toe at the sight of the glistening tip. He’s as hot and ready for me as I am for him. This man lights me up inside like a freaking Christmas tree. I’m desperate to reacquaint myself with this part of Nathan.
Not one to waste a second, I lean forward and brace my left hand against his muscular thigh and wrap the other one around his dick. He sucks in a sharp breath and drops his head back.
I measure his weight in my hand with a few deliberate strokes. Leaning into him, I encircle the tip with my lips and take him straight to the back of my throat. The fact that I don’t remember doing this duri
ng our one night together might have something to do with the rush of arousal coursing through me, or it could simply be the hormones again. Whatever the reason, I feel like this is the first time, and I don’t want it to end. I want to impress him, and I don’t want to forget what it was like to take this man into my mouth and pleasure him.
Closing my eyes, I savor the smooth texture and the warm, salty flavor of him on my tongue. I glide up and down, adding my fist to the mix, varying the speed and the pressure based on his thrusts and groans.
“Fuck, just like that.”
His words spur me on as if he just handed me an assignment, and the fate of the world rests in the very hands stroking his dick.
Mission accepted.
“Damn, keep going like that, and I’m going to come.”
I try not to smile with a mouthful of cock and tighten my lips instead. I should get a tee shirt printed that says, “Just Call Me Hoover, Damn.” Maybe that’ll be my stocking stuffer for him this Christmas.
Or maybe a baby onesie that says, “My mom forgot to swallow.”
“Kiersten,” he warns on a rumbling groan that almost makes me come, and I’m not even touching myself. Doubling down for the big finish, I take him as far back in my throat as I possibly can.
“Fuck, baby, you give the best head.” Gripping the back of my hair, he holds me in place and thrusts his hips forward as his orgasm engulfs him. I greedily drink him up, gently pulling back as he relaxes, and lave him with my tongue. Once clean, I release him slowly and grin up at him from my knees.
His heated gaze warms me as he offers me his hand. Pulling me to my feet, he turns me to the tub and curves his torso over my back. The small spattering of hair across his pecs is abrasive against my skin. A rough palm skims down my side to my hip, hooking behind my thigh, and hitches one leg to rest on the tub.
“Stay.” His voice vibrates in my ear.
Anticipation coils me tight as I wait to see what’ll happen next. The next touch is his fingers swiping between my legs and plunging into my core.
“You that wet from sucking me?” he growls, a vein of pride in his voice.
“Yes,” I breathe. My hips rock to take him further.
“Are you gonna get wetter for my cock?”
My head rolls back onto his shoulder. “God, yes.”
“Good.”
He slips his fingers free, leaving me empty and needy, but a moment later, he replaces them with his dick. Seating himself deep, he wraps the damp digits around my front and uses them to put direct pressure on my clit.
“Move, baby. Use me to get yourself off.”
I quiver head to toe from the deep tenor of his voice and the implication. Self-conscious at first, I jerk my hips slowly, paying extra attention to the sounds he makes as I almost pull myself completely off him before slamming back on. My pace turns impatient, realizing that each movement I make either forces him deeper inside me or increases the pressure on my clit. Every angle brings me orgasmic bliss, and his body is mine. To use. To take. To please.
His deep grunts resound in my ear, and I pay extra attention to what seems to make him feel good, rocking faster. Greedily, I increase my pace until we’re both panting. The sound of our breaths echoes in my bathroom. I start to tighten, unable to hold back any longer, and I whimper as my release washes over me. Moments later, Nathan takes over thrusting into my spent body, sinking his teeth into the back of my shoulder as he comes. The sharp sting of his bite increases the shocks rippling through me.
When I float back to earth, I look down to see the tub nearly overflowing before us.
“Good thing you turned the bath on because that was the dirtiest thing I’ve ever done.” The grin on my face carries to him in my voice.
“I disagree. Nothing will top you riding my hand like your own personal ride at the amusement park.” His mouth hits the back of my head. “Though this was a close second.”
