Protect and Serve by Kat Jackson Page B

his. This time when he took me, he’d be coming away with a lot more than just my juices dripping off him. He’d come away with my heart and anything else I had to give—maybe even my soul.
     
    My underwear was next. Nathan knelt in front of me, kissing between the valley of my breasts and over my stomach, making me quiver with delight until he made it to my waistband, which he promptly took between his teeth. He looked up at me with a hungry gaze as he slid my panties off my thighs at an excruciatingly slow pace, revealing my shaven mound already glistening with desire for him.
     
    When my panties hit the floor, Nathan moved back between my legs, nudging my thighs apart to nuzzle and kiss over my pussy. I shuddered and tugged at his hair with my good hand, my toes curling as his tongue parted my folds and laved hungrily at my swollen, throbbing clit.
     
    I could feel the pleasure rolling over me in strong waves, sweeping me into a blissful oblivion as he lapped at my needy cunt. The way Nathan touched me made my body sing, made my very blood cry out for more. Fucking him was a full body experience that even my nerves got in on, each one firing with joy as he relentlessly tongued me. He lifted my legs over his shoulders, letting me clench his head between my thighs as he sucked at me, making my eyes roll back into my skull.
     
    “Fuck!” I whispered, knowing that I couldn’t be too loud. There were still officers right outside the doors, and even if I was off Nathan’s case officially, I still didn’t want them to hear what that meant for us. Not yet, anyway.
     
    But I needed Nathan in a way I hadn’t needed any other man ever before. He was my drug, my heroin, except I knew in my heart he’d never hurt me, never make me waste away like what had happened to Momma and Jenny. He would only ever make me whole and safe. He was an addiction I could succumb to, lose myself in, knowing that he would always find me and bring me back to where I was supposed to be. With Nathan, I could never truly be lost.
     
    I arched again as he focused on my sweet spot, his thumbs pressing into the soft flesh of my hips as I stifled a wail. I felt like I was being electrocuted, my muscles spasming uncontrollably as he worked me to his heart’s content. He had me so close to cumming already. I couldn’t bear for him to stop.
     
    And he didn’t. Seeing my rapture, Nathan only pressed further, wriggling his tongue against me until I dug my nails into his scalp and let out a low groan of unbridled ecstasy. My orgasm threatened to overwhelm me as I writhed and flailed, my breasts heaving with each labored breath I took, every fiber of my being unraveling as this man dangled me over the precipice of divine bliss.
     
    “Nathan!” I pleaded. “Please!”
     
    And like so many times before, Nathan knew exactly what I wanted. He stood up, pulled off his shirt, and crawled on top of me, kissing me so tenderly I thought I might melt. Everything about him was burning hot. Touching him was an exquisite kind of pain.
     
    I reached down to unbutton his jeans, pushing them down over his hips until I could feel his hard cock pressing into my thigh. He was warm and thick, perhaps even harder than he’d been the first time we’d been in this position, and his hands deftly worked a condom over his shaft before he pulled back just enough to press into my slit. I was so wet that he slipped along my folds, teasing my clit with his tip until I lifted my hips to guide him toward my center. He held himself at my opening, teasing me with tiny little thrusts that never pushed him entirely inside. I whimpered and looked up at him, caressing his face with both hands as I gazed into his eyes.
     
    “Please,” I implored again. I was feverish, sweat forming on my brow. I was jonesing for a taste of this man’s dick, for the completion I knew I’d feel once he’d pushed inside of me. “I need you, Nathan. I need you inside…”
     
    He grinned, and