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He moved his body until he was aligned at her opening and then looked deeply into her eyes. Their connection was palpable. It filled every molecule of the space between them with a heavy sexual tension you could have cut with a knife. But the space was also filled with love. Yes. They hadn’t said it. Yet, at least. But she was sure now that’s what it was. Love.
Nate’s voice was soft and tinged with awe when he spoke. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this. To be with you like this.”
She smiled and replied in a whisper, “Yes, I can. Because I’ve been waiting, too.”
He pressed his lips to hers at those words and kissed her, the gentlest kiss that she could ever imagine.
The kiss built in intensity and strength, as he slowly slid inside of her. Although at first she felt none of the frantic, beast-like hunger that she’d felt when he thrust into her the night before, this—much like the gentler kiss—was even more all-consuming. Connected. It left room to explore and to notice every small erotic detail rather than simply being carried away by an overwhelming tsunami that crashed over them and swept her up with its irresistible force.
This gentler power was like a magical rope taking shape around them, binding them with ties that were no less real, and no less powerful, just because they were invisible. It was emotional and carnal. It was spiritual and physical. This meeting and melding of their two realities as they came together combined to make the experience one of exquisite impact.
When he filled her completely, Nate held himself still for a moment, his face just millimeters from her face, his gaze locked onto hers as their breath intermingled. Then, not breaking eye contact, he started to move slowly in and out. She savored the feel of his breath on her neck and face. It was hot, and demanding, just like his voice was as he expressed in colorful detail the sheer pleasure of being inside her. Telling her exactly how he was going to make her come around his hard shaft.
Once again, his demanding tone sent a thrill crashing through her. She knew instinctively that she would gladly submit to anything and everything he wanted, and it sent a little thrill of excitement and expectation through her, running up and down the length of her body, barely indistinguishable from the sexual charges that his rigid shaft was sending through her as he pumped in and out of her.
His thrusts picked up speed and she built the pace of her rolling hips to match his. This was yet another indication of their rightness together—the way their movements naturally and instinctively choreographed themselves to blend in perfect harmony, as if they were both following the orders of a director that lived in their collective subconscious.
They didn’t have to tell each other what to do, or how to do it, although it was pretty hot when they did that too. Still, if they’d wanted to, they could move together in complete silence, never communicating to each other with anything aside from the primitive instinct they each had for the other’s body, and it would’ve been amazing. It would’ve been perfect. Because that was how well they knew each other. They just knew.
He slowed down then, bringing his pace to a gradual halt and then pulling out of her.
Or maybe they didn’t just know. “What’s wrong?”
He grinned in that cocky little way he did sometimes. The way that made her wet. “Nothing’s wrong. I just want to go deeper.”
With that, he grabbed and once again flipped her over, this time onto her hands and knees. She groaned with the sheer pleasure of the sensation. When he took possession of her with his strong hands like that, tossed her around with commanding authority, all while maintaining such careful control of his movements that she knew she would never be hurt at his hand—well, it was just intoxicating.
He took hold of her hips as if he were taking the controls of a powerful car. Like she was a finely-tuned machine that would only respond to the most masterful pilot. But he was fully in charge, fully confident. There was no doubt about that. And, to her at least, there was nothing hotter than a man who knew what he was doing—and was sure enough of his abilities that he knew he knew what he was doing. She was able to just relax fully and follow his lead. Just like she liked it.
In one measured thrust he drove into her, going deeper than she’d ever imagined he could. She felt it in her soul.
He began moving in and out of her and his movements felt like they fused their souls together. Her imagination didn’t have the capacity to conjure up something this blissful, this wonderful. The feeling of being in Nate’s arms, when they were naked and wrapped up in each other and he was moving inside of her, was the very definition of Heaven. Of Utopia. Of utter perfection.
The ripples of pleasure passing hard through her body sped up, building to climax. She could tell she was getting close, and when she felt his body tense, signifying he was there, as well, she had no reason to hold back. She closed her eyes and pressed her head hard against the pillow, arching her back up into him so that she was pressed completely to his hard, muscular body.
From head to toe, there wasn’t an inch of skin that wasn’t consumed with him. That was the thing that put her over the edge. The pure wonderfulness of being so close to him, so connected. It ripped through her with the force of a lightning strike, and she felt the spasms of his orgasms tensing his muscles as she held him, too. She knew that he was cresting the wave with her, and that made her happy. They’d gone up and over the edge together.
“Oh, God,” he moaned as he collapsed down onto the bed beside her, every bit as sweaty and spent as she was. “That was…more…just more.”
She couldn’t help but smile as he wrapped his arm around her and pulled her snuggly against him. As she laid her head on his chest she could feel his heart beating against her cheek. Exhaustion pulled her under as her heavy lids shut and she felt herself drifting asleep to the rhythmic beat of his heart. And she knew that right now she was the closest she’d ever be to what she’d always wanted. His heart.
