Page 102 of Best I Never Had

“Keep doing that,” I croak, my voice strangled and weak. His finger continues to move in slow, evenly pressured strokes, his thumb circling me while rubbing against every sensitive nerve ending bundled between my legs, and the electric current continues to shoot right through me. “Ohhhmy god, Hayden. I’m so close.” My thighs tremble around his narrow waist, squeezing him tighter. When an orgasm rips through me, I lower my face into his shoulder, biting into his hot flesh as it muffles my cries while I claw at his bare back.

“Fuck, Nat,” he grits. “I could listen to you say my name like that all night.” A lazy smile curves at the corners of his mouth. And then he does something so carnal, so goddamn erotic. I didn’t even realize how hot it would make me until I see Hayden’s hungry eyes bear into my own as he brings his fingers, glistening with my orgasm, to his mouth and sucks it right off as if he’s savoring the taste, licking off every last drop like I just poured sweet honey all over the rough edges of his fingertips and knuckles.

He leans forward, running his nose along my neck, and hums against my skin. “You taste like heaven,” he says with a voice that sounds so low I can practically feel the growl that comes with it at the base of his throat.

As I slump in his arms, too limp and sated, he pulls me away from the door and walks toward his room. My hands move to grip the roots of the hair at the back of his head again, tugging as I kiss him with impatience. Once inside his room, he kicks the door shut and lays me on the soft mattress of his bed. He lowers himself, hovering over me as his breath skates over my skin.

His hands graze down my hot, needy skin methodically as he hooks them along the straps of my thong to shimmy it down my hips and tug it down my legs. His lips latch onto my skin, right where my hips meet my legs, sucking as he leaves his mark on me before moving up my body, stopping to pay extra attention to the spots that make my body writhe. As his lips finally meet the dip in my collarbone, my back arched off the bed, he grinds into me.

As our lips meet again, he speaks soft words into my mouth. They spill out of him between our kisses. He breathes them into my soul as my heart longs for what I’ve been wanting to hear. “These lips are all I’ve been thinking about.”

“You mean since we kissed in your room?” I ask, so damn breathless I can barely get the words out.

He shakes his head against my temple. “Since that night at the lake house eight years ago,” he finally says, his admission sounding full of the pain and longing that’s built up over the years. “Since we went apple picking and I saw you in those damn boots. Since prom. Since the wedding.”

I pull away to look at him, my eyes searching his for answers. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Natalia,” he says, his brow furrowing slightly as he breathes against my lips. He shakes his head again. And instead of answering, he covers my lips with his own, pulling me into a crushing, hollowing kiss. It’s a kiss that’s separate from the passion vibrating between us. It’s one that’s meant to erase every question running through my mind. He’s sucking them offmy lips instead, allowing me a moment to be in this without demanding answers first.

My arms and legs start wrapping around him, pulling him closer to me, all while holding on to this kiss as if I were starved. He reaches behind him to remove my heels, unhooking each one, and they clack to the floor. Then his hands grip at my waist, flipping me so I hover over him. I instinctively grind against him, feeling this built-up pressure inside of me, aching for him to fill it. He shifts, lifting his hips to shimmy down his boxers, springing his erection free before reaching for his nightstand to remove a condom. He hands it to me, holding it loosely between his fingers, urging me to put it on him.

I scoot back just the tiniest bit to make room before ripping open the foil packaging. I look down at his length. My mouth practically waters from the anticipation of finally feeling him, aching to have him fill me. I glide down the thin latex, sliding it over him while gripping the base of his cock, holding him while watching him throw his head back into his pillow, moaning through the shock of pleasure merely from my firm grip.

When the condom is on, fit snugly over him, he looks at me. His hands move to my bare hips, sliding over my skin with a tight squeeze on my waist. “Ride me,” he demands, lifting me over him. I brace myself against his chest, pushing into the hard muscle as I move to position myself at his tip. And I slowly lower myself, so slowly. I move inch by inch, enjoying too much the aching pain smeared across Hayden’s face, becoming even more turned on as he stretches me bit by bit.

“Holyfuck, Nat,” he grunts. “God, you’re so fucking tight.”

I finally lower myself into him completely, leaning forward as my body slumps from the wave of ecstasy rippling through me. And without even thinking about it, I clench myself around him.

He groans in response. “Nat, you’re going to have to stop doing that,” he hisses. “In fact, you’re going to have to stop moving altogether. Otherwise, I’m going to come, and I don’t want to just yet.”

I shake my head, refusing to stop doing what my body wants. “It feels sogood,” I drawl.

Instead of lifting myself to slip in and out of him, I hover above him, gripping the wooden headboard above his head. When I do that, my breasts hang low in his face, causing him to lift his head and lick the curves that line the creases between them. I start to rock back and forth, my hips moving on their own as they chase another orgasm slowly building up inside me, living for the delicious friction I’m causing between us.

“Nat,” he grits, his hands pulling at the skin at my waist. “You feel so.Fucking. Good.”

I continue the back and forth, rubbing into his pubic bone while discovering the even more delicious friction I’m creating there. As a steady rhythm builds, the pain etched on his face starts to fade, leaving behind a mask of pleasure through hooded eyes and an almost devilish smile.

“That’s it, baby,” he says in a strained voice, letting a loud moan end his sentence. “That’s my girl.”

I feel a ball of tingles start to gather low in my groin, making me throb. I moan. And not in a sexy, seductive way but in a way that is completely abandoned and wild.

“Hayden, I’m going to come again,” I gasp. I bury my forehead into his shoulder, muffling a cry into his skin now damp with a thin layer of sweat.

“I know, baby,” he mumbles into my hair, holding back his own orgasm through the tightness in his voice. “Fuck, you look so fucking sexy when you’re about to come,” his low voice rasps.

And then it hits me, the orgasm that tears through my core, causing me to yell out so loudly that it ripples against my throat. I feel the contractions grip him tighter and tighter as he buries his face into my shoulder, fisting myhair while my body levitates into nirvana where everything that surrounds me feels like some sort of spell work or sorcery.

Just as I’m coming down from my high, I’m flipped on my back. Our bodies are still connected as he adjusts himself while resting on his knees. He grips my thighs and drags me closer to him. He withdraws enough so that his tip is still inside me, teasing me as my nails dig into his arms.

“I wanted to take my time with you, Nat, but I don’t think I can,” he says, his eyes bearing into my soul. “I don’t know how much longer I can last.”

I lean forward, looking into his eyes with everything that burns between us. We burn for each other, that fire kindling and finally combusting as we tuck away every single reason we shouldn’t be doing this.

I pant against him, aching for more. “Fuck me,” I say, baring my teeth with each syllable. As soon as the words leave my lips, he slams into me so hard that I have absolutely no control over the desperate cries that squeeze through my lips. Each thrust thereafter comes harder and harder.

I meet every one of his thrusts. My inner thighs squeeze against his hips, caging him toward me and encouraging every shift of movement that brings him closer to the edge. Just as my thighs begin to tremble around his hips, he bucks into me faster and faster.

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