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“Mmmm.” I put my coffee down on the nightstand.
“Uh, oh. Someone was goaded into getting feisty.”
“You don’t know the meaning of feisty,” I said, making my way to her, taking Zoe’s coffee cup and putting it next to my own.
“Feisty. . .” I went back to her, and without preamble, all but tore the T-shirt from Zoe’s body. “Is me tossing you onto this bed.” I did just that. “Spreading your legs with my own.” Did that too. “And going to town on those glorious tits of yours.”
First one, then the second, I gave both the attention they deserved with my tongue, licking and nipping both to attention. Slipping off my boxers, I didn’t let up. “Feisty is fucking you endlessly and pulling out at the last possible second to paint that glorious body of yours.”
“Oh my God, Nate.”
“But first, a little taste, just to be sure you’re nice and wet for me.”
Positioning myself between her legs, I did just that. And like the sexy fucking girl she was, Zoe couldn’t possibly be any more wet for me. Just for good measure, I gave her a few licks while I was there, pressing and swirling my tongue around her clit as she lifted her hips to me, calling my name.
Her hands grasped the back of my head, but I wasn’t staying. Instead, I did exactly as I told Zoe I would, positioning myself above her and guiding my dick into her slick pussy. Now full hilt, I grabbed her hips and went to town.
With every thrust, she called my name louder and louder. When my thumb joined the party, Zoe grasped at everything and anything she could. . . me, the sheets. I wanted to make her frantic with the same need I felt for her.
An overwhelming need that had been built text by text, message by message, over the last weeks. When she thrust her hips almost violently into me, holding herself there, I stilled. Let wave after wave of her pleasure release as she looked at me in awe.
“Oh God,” I said, the expression on her face nearly making me come. But I’d made a promise and planned to keep it. As her throbs ebbed, I pumped into her a few more times and then pulled out, doing exactly as I told her I would. The sight of myself on her stomach, her tits, her pussy. . . was so fucking sexy to me. I blew the biggest load of my fucking life, Zoe’s smile only intensifying it even more.
Just when I was certain this very scenario we’d talked about so many times couldn’t possibly get any hotter, Zoe looked down at herself and said, “How about we do that again? This time, right into my mouth.”
Miraculously, even though Zoe’s lips being wrapped around my dick had been one of the most prominent fantasies I’d had of her, we never got to it yesterday. The very idea was making me hard already.
“Zoe girl, you’re going to be the death of me.”
“Good,” she said. “I refuse to be the only one so affected here.”
My girlfriend. My hot, sexy as fuck, silly, anxious, perfect girlfriend.
She wanted me to be as “affected” as her?
Done. And done.
I was so “affected” that the thought of these last twenty-four hours was almost scary. Because usually, what went up must come back down.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
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“What’s the name of the restaurant again?”
Nate had gotten his stuff from Lucas’s apartment and brought it here. We decided, at least for these first few days, although staying with Lucas had seemed to be a good idea, staying with me was an even better one.
That way, we didn’t have to separate.
Call it a honeymoon period or whatever. But even after the entire day and night yesterday, the thought of him leaving seemed silly.
“Casa Bella. Pretty much the best Italian food on the lake.”
We were meeting up with Lucas and Charlee for dinner. Apparently, they both thought we’d been locked up in my apartment for long enough, but I wasn’t sure I agreed. Even now, trying to put on my makeup with Nate standing next to me was proving impossible. Every time I glanced in the mirror, Nate looked at me as if he were going to do something. Touch me. Talk dirty to me. And I wanted him to. Badly. But we had to get ready, so instead of focusing on his come-hither expression in the mirror, I gave my attention back to my eyeliner. At least, I gave it my attention for all of five seconds before someone was at my back. His entire body pressed into mine. His arms wrapped around me, effectively ending my makeup application.
I was about to tell him we really needed to finish getting ready if we wanted to make it on time when he gently swept my hair to the side. Kissing my neck, Nate moved slowly upward, kiss by kiss, saying nothing. Behind my ear. Then back down my neck to my shoulder, making me wish I’d put a shirt on.
Or not.
