Page 40 of All He Desires

Nate moved his hands out of her hair and, when he had her face firmly in his palms, he tilted it out gently until she was looking into his eyes again. Her heart melted. There he went again, being so gentle even when the moment was so fucking intense.

He crushed his mouth against hers and kissed her passionately as she began stroking him slowly, keeping rhythm with their entwining tongues, building the pace with her hand as he kissed her harder. Faster.

She heard herself moaning. She wasn’t even aware that she was doing it until she heard the sound of it. Her head was whirling with sensation. She wasn’t aware of anything in her body aside from the swirling pleasure that filled it. She felt as if she were being carried down a rapid river of ecstasy, being tossed wherever the current flowed, with no rational control of her own. And, for once in her life, she was happy to just relax and go with the flow. She liked the flow.

Nate broke their kiss so that he could move his hot lips and tongue over her neck. She never stopped stroking him and he grew even larger in her firm grasp. As his lips traced small curlicues over the sensitive skin of her neck, and the pressure and ecstasy in her belly built in intensity, she stroked him even faster.

His hand moved down, trailing up underneath her dress. He traced the line of her bikini panties over her hip, settling there against her skin and grasping her tightly. Damn, nothing compared to how she felt at the touch and powerful grasp of his hand on her hip.

The skin-to-skin contact was part of it, but also the authority and strength that flowed from his body to hers through that touch. He relinquished his grip, which she missed for a moment, until she realized that his fingers were determinedly tracing the top hem of her panties. She was fairly sure where he was headed.

“Spread your legs,” he demanded roughly as his lips brushed her ear.

Her knees went weak at not only his words, but also the feeling of his hot breath against her sensitive skin. Luckily, one of his arms was still anchored around her and he held her in place. Feeling so safe and so secure was an even bigger turn-on than she’d ever imagined it would be.

When she did as he’d asked, his hand dipped beneath the thin, wispy fabric of her panties. As his fingers slipped between her wet folds she lost the ability to think. To speak. If breathing had taken any conscious effort on her part, she would have lost that ability too.

It was sensual torment feeling his strong and demanding fingers slide into her, his gentle thumb tracing slow circles over her clit. She groaned loudly. It was so good. Better than anything she had ever felt.

The pleasure became nearly overwhelming as she felt her clit hardening under his gentle but consistent pressure. She gasped and buried her head in his shoulder, but he tilted her chin back upward.

“No,” he gritted out. “Look at me. I want you to look at me when I make you come.”

His candid words caused her to become lightheaded, but she did as he asked. What she saw in his stare was almost too much to bear. It was all-consuming. It was connection. It was him owning her. Claiming her.

She’d never been this turned on in her life. Every instinct inside of her screamed that she had to roll her eyes back into her head, or squeeze them shut or throw her head back—anything to break up the intensity that she was feeling. It was just too much.

But she pushed through. She made herself stand there, not moving except for the unbroken rhythm of her strokes up and down his manhood. She continued to stare into his passionate eyes as he moved his hand inside of her and over her sensitive pleasure button. She felt her body stretch as he added one finger and then another.

She gasped and groaned at the same time as he worked her body. Her body began to tense up at his thick fingers’ intrusion, but she forced herself to relax and accept him into her tight opening.

He growled softly. “I’m getting you ready for me. I want it to feel so good when I bury myself inside of you.”

His words had barely registered when suddenly, and without warning, they triggered an orgasm ripping through her that was so powerful it made her tremble all over. Every muscle in her body became completely useless when faced with the sheer force of the pleasure current that charged through her.

Nate held her firmly upright. And that knowledge allowed her to lose herself in wave after wave of ecstasy. If his arm hadn’t encircled her, she was sure she would have crumbled to the ground in a gasping, trembling mass.

But Nate—her sweet Nate—would never let that happen. He would always take care of her. And that was something he did nothing but continue to prove again and again. Maybe he was telling her who he was and she should listen.

***

Nate had to exert a kind of control he had never been called upon to use before in order to keep himself from exploding all over Eliza’s pretty dress when he saw her come apart in his arms. It was the single most erotic thing he had ever seen.

He knew this wasn’t a good idea. He needed to talk to her, to tell her the secret he’d carried around for nearly a decade. But when she’d reached into his pants, he’d known that this was happening. And since it was, there was no way that he was going to let this amazing encounter between them end with him coming all over her hand after two minutes like some high school kid who was seeing a naked boob for the first time. No, he was going to make sure that this was done properly—well, as properly as it could be done in a coat closet, at any rate.

He wanted to touch her. He wanted to hold her. He wanted to be inside her. If they were going to do this, he wanted to show her what she meant to him. How treasured and loved she was. In his heart, he knew this wasn’t right, but if it was wrong, he was at least going to make sure it was worth it. He was glad somehow he’d been able to control his impulses well enough to give her the kind of experience she deserved.

But now, the time for self-control was over. He couldn’t hold himself back any longer. “I want you.” He rested his forehead on hers. His voice was low, in both volume and timbre as he told her exactly what he wanted to do to her. “I want to pick you up, put you against this wall and make you come while I’m deep inside you.”

“Yes,” she moaned. “Yes, please. Yes.”

With much more ease and speed than he should’ve had considering the space he was in, he pulled a condom from his wallet and made quick work of tearing the package open with his teeth and unrolling the plastic sheath over his throbbing, rock-hard member.

Then, wasting no more time, he did exactly what he’d told her he wanted to do. He lifted her off the ground and her legs and arms automatically snaked around him. He moved his hand between their bodies and roughly pulled the damp fabric of her panties to the side so he could plunge into her without a single second more of delay. He couldn’t even stand the two seconds that it would take to rip her panties all the way down her thighs and legs—he had to be inside her right then.

Once his path was clear, he entered her with a powerful thrust, holding himself still once he was completely inside of her. He tried to be as present as he possibly could, memorizing the moment. The sound of her panting breath and small moans. The sight of her eyes fluttering at half-mast. The feeling of her body clamping around him with strong, hot, inner walls. The smell of her sweet, citrusy shampoo as he buried his nose in her hair.

He knew he was going to want to remember this and treasure it forever. He wanted it to be as clear years from now as it was right now.

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