Chapitre 17: Are you on birth control?”
His voice is rough with emotion. I've heard those words hundreds of times, from other men, photographers, my friends, but they've never meant what they do to me right now. With this man.
"So are you. Are you going to join me, or what?"
"You're quite demanding, aren't you? I'll have to do something about that." He smiles mischievously and crawls onto the bed, climbing on his hands and knees until he's hovering over me the way he was before and starts kissing me in the slowest, most tender way. He's not just kissing me, he's making love to me with his mouth. And, oh my God, it's sending electricity through me.
I hitch my left leg up around his hip and he grabs my ass and grinds his cock against my panty-covered center, sending sparks all the way up my spine.
"Oh, God, Nate," I whisper, running my fingernails down his back. My hips are moving in a delicious rhythm against him, our breathing is loud and ragged.
"Baby, I can feel how wet you are through your panties." He's kissing my jaw now, over to my neck and sucks gently on my earlobe.
"I want you." I murmur.
"God, I want you too." He pulls my bra straps down and pushes the material down my torso, unleashing my breasts. His delicious mouth closes over one, gently suckling, and his fingers gently pull the other, and with his cock rubbing back and forth over my clit through my panties, I'm about to come undone.
"Fuck, Nate, you'll make me come."
"That's the point. Come for me, beautiful." He rocks those hips again, and his lips close over my other nipple, and I just fall apart beneath him, crying out as my body shudders.
As my breathing calms, and I'm able to open my eyes again, I see Nate braced above me, his elbows on the bed beside my head. He's brushing my hair back off my face, and his eyes are warm and happy.
"Are you on birth control?" he asks.
This could be a mood killer.
"Yes," I whisper.
"I don't want to use condoms with you, baby. I know it sounds irresponsible, but I promise you, there hasn't been anyone for me since before you and I were together the last time."
I shake my head. I want to feel him. Just him. And I trust him completely, which is so new, but we've known each other for a long time, and I respect him. "Me neither."
"Really?" his eyes widen in surprise.
"No, no one. Did you think there was?"
"I just assumed… you're so amazing… Thank God."
I push him onto his back and straddle him. He reaches down and rips – literally rips – my panties in two and throws them on the floor.
"Didn't like those?" I ask with a smile.
"They were in my way," he responds and grins.
I raise my hips and, holding him in my hand, slowly guide him inside me.
Oh. My. God.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
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