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I put my hands on his chest, still covered by his costume, and break our kiss. “I don’t think it’s fair that I’m sitting completely naked on a washing machine while you are fully clothed.”
“You’re right. Let me take care of that.” He reaches behind and removes the red cape before pulling down on a zipper. Within seconds he is standing in front of me, wearing absolutely nothing. “Better?”
“Much better,” I retort as I find it almost impossible to take my eyes away fromhim. Seeing how hard he is for me is the biggest turn on, and I can feel every part of me wanting this man.
Every.Single.Part.
He runs his hand through his hair. “God, I don’t know how long I’m going to last, Natalie. You have no idea what you’re doing to me right now.”
His dark eyes gaze down at my body, while his hands cup each of my breasts. I shiver as his thumbs start making little circles over my nipples, exposing how turned on I am. He lowers his head to take my breast in his mouth, and that’s when his tongue replaces his thumb and starts making the same circles but even faster this time. I lean back and close my eyes, enjoying every second his tongue dominates me, creating an immediate throbbing between my legs.
But after only a moment, he pulls away, causing my eyes to open.Will this torture ever end?
“Ok, now where were we before? Oh, right.” A mischievous grin appears on his face as he kneels on the floor and places both hands on my thighs, parting my legs so he can see all of me. His eyes look starved, like a man lost in the desert seeing water for the first time in too long. He licks his bottom lip and then lowers them to my skin, kissing a perfectly straight line to his target area.
“Wait,” I say as I place my hand on his head. “It’syourbirthday. I should be—”
“No.” He shakes his head. His eyes burn into mine, and his hands move up, gripping my waist. “All I want for my birthday is you.” He pauses before emphasizing, “More specifically, I want you coming all over my tongue.” And with that, he dips his head between my legs where his tongue starts its sensual assault.
I grab a handful of his soft hair and moan out his name, unable to hold it in. It feels so good. Too good. Almost too much for me to handle.
I start twisting away, but his hands press firmly down on my legs, pinning me to the washing machine, while he consumes me. I try to find something to hold onto, but there’s nothing in arm's reach, so I grip his shoulders as his tongue continually strikes against me.
Damn him and his incredible tongue.
That familiar pressure between my legs starts building, and I don’t know how much more I can take as I shamelessly ride his face.
“Nathan … I’m so close …”
Suddenly, his lips move to the top of my slit, sucking on my most sensitive spot at the exact instant two fingers shove inside me, and I’m a goner.
Figuratively and mentally gone as everything around me starts fading away.
I’m breathing hard, gasping for air, and holding onto the edge of the washing machine for dear life.
My whole body shudders as I lightly try to push his head away, unable to take any more of his tongue’s thrashings.
He pulls his mouth away from me and quickly stands up, licking his lips with an appreciative groan. “Now, that was the best birthday present anyone has ever given me. So fucking delicious, Natalie. But we’re not done yet.”
Nathan bends down, reaches for his costume on the floor, and pulls out a condom from the pocket. My glossy eyes can’t seem to look away as he hastily tears the wrapper and places the condom on himself, stretching it over every hard inch.
“Ready, beautiful?”
I shake my head up and down, and that’s all it takes for him to enter me. I call out his name and am about to fall back, but he catches me in his arms.
“I’ve got you,” he breathes.
Our lips meet feverishly. The need we both have for each other at this moment is undeniable.
I dig my nails into his back as the pleasurable pressure returns, and each thrust becomes harder and faster. My legs start shaking, and Nathan can feel my back arching in his hands.
“You feel so fucking good,” he rasps between each thrust, driving my ass across the smooth surface and right up against the control panel.
Ding.What was that? But I don’t need to wonder for long because the washing machine begins to shudder beneath me.
“I think the washing machine just turned on,” I pant.
Nathan looks behind me, and a playful grin forms on his face. “Let’s use it to our advantage then.” He reaches for the panel, turning a knob as far as it will go.
