the front of him and dropped to my knees. He was erect and straining the front of his pants.
Well, well, well.
I brushed him with my fingertips, eliciting a hiss. Very slowly, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, making sure I stroked him every so often through the material. I went even slower with his zipper, roughly dragging my fingers the entire way.
He grew even harder.
I pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time, freeing him at last. His cock bobbed in front of my face. I leaned forward and took him forcefully into my mouth, wrapping my arms around his backside and pulling him toward me at the same time. He steadied himself briefly by resting his hands on my head. Gently.
I sucked him hard, relishing the feel of having him in my mouth again. I ripped open the foil package at my knees, rolled the condom down his length, and got to my feet. The couch was behind him; I pushed on his chest and he moved backward. We landed on it together, my legs straddling him.
He leaned forward and drew a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until I groaned in pleasure. But this was my show, so I pushed him back down and positioned myself right above his cock.
I lowered myself on him, inch by delicious inch, delighting in how he filled me.
“Abigail,” he groaned, trying to thrust up against me.
I held him down and pushed until he was completely inside. Then I groaned. I stopped for a few seconds to concentrate on how it felt. How it felt to have him under me and in me. Heaven. I leaned forward into his chest and he sucked my nipple into his mouth again. Ohh. Even better.
I started a slow, grinding rhythm, pressing down and lifting up as my hips moved round and round. Nathaniel helped, thrusting up to meet me. We began a sultry, erotic dance. Up and down and around. Over and over.
His hands weren’t still. They circled my waist, ran up my back, cupped my breasts. His breathing got choppy. Then he grabbed my waist and worked me up and down, thrusting into me harder, even as I pushed down. I couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t get him deep enough.
“Damn it, Abigail.” He groaned and thrust upward again, hitting a new spot.
I was close, so I moved quicker. He realized what I was doing and joined me, driving into me, helping me reach it.
Release flooded my shaking body and he followed seconds later, thrusting one last time, grunting as he came.
We lay on the couch, letting our breathing returnto normal. Waiting for our limbs to work again. Or maybe that was just me. The accident had taken more out of me than I’d thought.
Nathaniel rolled us so we were on our sides and I was between him and the couch. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” I said with a smirk. The library was my new favorite room, for sure. He could remove all the books and it would still be my favorite. I ran a hand down his chest. Mine. In this room I could pretend he was mine.
He took my hand and held it to his chest. “I want you to take it easy the rest of the day.”
“Okay.” I could do that, since I’d gotten what I wanted.
He rolled off the couch, threw the condom away, and gathered his clothes. “What type pizza do you like?” he asked, buttoning his shirt.
Mr. Eat-this-and-not-that wanted pizza? For real?
He sensed my hesitation. “The Clark family has to eat pizza and hot wings during every play-off game. If we didn’t and the Giants lost, Jackson would disown us.”
“I’ve heard of crazier superstitions,” I said, getting off the couch. “Just don’t tell me if he wears the same unwashed underwear.”
“My lips are sealed.”
In more ways than one, I thought, wondering if he’d ever kiss me.
“Mushroom,” I said, deciding not to dwell on his lips. “I like mushroom pizza. And bacon.”
“Mushroom and bacon it is.” He pulled his boxers back on. “Picnic on the floor sound good?”
Nathaniel on the floor surrounded by pillows and pizza? My mind
Well, well, well.
I brushed him with my fingertips, eliciting a hiss. Very slowly, I unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned his pants, making sure I stroked him every so often through the material. I went even slower with his zipper, roughly dragging my fingers the entire way.
He grew even harder.
I pulled his pants and boxers down at the same time, freeing him at last. His cock bobbed in front of my face. I leaned forward and took him forcefully into my mouth, wrapping my arms around his backside and pulling him toward me at the same time. He steadied himself briefly by resting his hands on my head. Gently.
I sucked him hard, relishing the feel of having him in my mouth again. I ripped open the foil package at my knees, rolled the condom down his length, and got to my feet. The couch was behind him; I pushed on his chest and he moved backward. We landed on it together, my legs straddling him.
He leaned forward and drew a nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it until I groaned in pleasure. But this was my show, so I pushed him back down and positioned myself right above his cock.
I lowered myself on him, inch by delicious inch, delighting in how he filled me.
“Abigail,” he groaned, trying to thrust up against me.
I held him down and pushed until he was completely inside. Then I groaned. I stopped for a few seconds to concentrate on how it felt. How it felt to have him under me and in me. Heaven. I leaned forward into his chest and he sucked my nipple into his mouth again. Ohh. Even better.
I started a slow, grinding rhythm, pressing down and lifting up as my hips moved round and round. Nathaniel helped, thrusting up to meet me. We began a sultry, erotic dance. Up and down and around. Over and over.
His hands weren’t still. They circled my waist, ran up my back, cupped my breasts. His breathing got choppy. Then he grabbed my waist and worked me up and down, thrusting into me harder, even as I pushed down. I couldn’t get enough of him. Couldn’t get him deep enough.
“Damn it, Abigail.” He groaned and thrust upward again, hitting a new spot.
I was close, so I moved quicker. He realized what I was doing and joined me, driving into me, helping me reach it.
Release flooded my shaking body and he followed seconds later, thrusting one last time, grunting as he came.
We lay on the couch, letting our breathing returnto normal. Waiting for our limbs to work again. Or maybe that was just me. The accident had taken more out of me than I’d thought.
Nathaniel rolled us so we were on our sides and I was between him and the couch. “Are you okay?”
“I am now,” I said with a smirk. The library was my new favorite room, for sure. He could remove all the books and it would still be my favorite. I ran a hand down his chest. Mine. In this room I could pretend he was mine.
He took my hand and held it to his chest. “I want you to take it easy the rest of the day.”
“Okay.” I could do that, since I’d gotten what I wanted.
He rolled off the couch, threw the condom away, and gathered his clothes. “What type pizza do you like?” he asked, buttoning his shirt.
Mr. Eat-this-and-not-that wanted pizza? For real?
He sensed my hesitation. “The Clark family has to eat pizza and hot wings during every play-off game. If we didn’t and the Giants lost, Jackson would disown us.”
“I’ve heard of crazier superstitions,” I said, getting off the couch. “Just don’t tell me if he wears the same unwashed underwear.”
“My lips are sealed.”
In more ways than one, I thought, wondering if he’d ever kiss me.
“Mushroom,” I said, deciding not to dwell on his lips. “I like mushroom pizza. And bacon.”
“Mushroom and bacon it is.” He pulled his boxers back on. “Picnic on the floor sound good?”
Nathaniel on the floor surrounded by pillows and pizza? My mind
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