Page 76 of Fumbled Into Love

I let the truth sink into the words.

“I’m nobody—Oh, jeez,” she moans as I drag my tongue up and down her slit to cut off her rebuttal.

She begins to writhe as I pull her clit between my lips, and I chase the sounds, doubling down at whatever moment makes her moan and jerk until she’s panting beneath my touch.

“Don’t stop,” she demands, taking my head between her palms and guiding me back between her thighs.

Heard and understood.

I’m a man starved as I lick and suck, slowly sliding a finger inside of her, working it in and out in time with my tongue. As her muscles loosen, I add another, curling my fingers upward.

Nathalie’s movements grow erratic, and she grips the sheets, her hips bucking upward as I twirl my tongue around her clit. With my free hand, I press down on her abdomen, keeping her in place as her orgasm begins to take over.

Her moans are choppy and loud as I chase the sound, growing harder with every moan and sigh she releases.

“Deon, I think I might—” Nathalie releases a moan as she squeezes around my fingers, legs twitching as she orgasms.

A smug smile on my face blooms as she peaks beneath me. Fuck. There’s nothing greater than hearing those sounds, especially when I’m the cause of them.

Her breathing levels out, and her pupils are shot when she opens them, obvious shock on her face.

“I have never felt like that before,” she breathes, flopping onto the bed and worming her way to the other side. She leans over the edge, head dangling as she riffles through her suitcase.

I cough out a laugh at the ridiculousness of her position and snap a mental photo of the moment. I weave over her clothes, peppering the floor, and crouch down.

“Very flattering pose,” I tease, and she peers up beneath her lashes.

“I thought so. Are you going to paint me like one of your French girls?”

I jerk back, frowning. “I have no French girls.”

She pops up.

“Holy shit, my body is like goo.” Nathalie spins around, resting on her knees. “You have also clearly never seenThe Titanic.It’s a quote. From a movie.”

“Oh.” Nathalie giggles, shoving me aside to ransack her bag. “What are you looking for?” I ask, staring intently at the way her ass is high in the air.

My cock hardens beneath my sweatpants, and I rub my palm over the shaft, desperate for the friction.

“Aha!” Nathalie spins, a massive box of condoms in her grip. “I’m looking forthese.” She wiggles her brows, and my stomach bottoms out. “Take your pants off,” she commands, and my hands fly to the band of my sweatpants, jerking them off my body as quickly as possible.

My brain struggles to keep up with what’s happening as my heart races. Nathalie pulls a condom from the box and then shoves me onto the bed, straddling my hips.

My dick grazes the inside of her thigh, and I groan, the sensation zapping down my spine. Nathalie wastes no time, tearing the condom open and rolling it down my shaft.

She’s barely touched me, and my dick twitches in anticipation.

“I don’t think it will fit,” Nathalie whispers, eyes darting down, “and I’m still a little afraid to look it in the eye, but I’m going to try.”

Look it in the eye?

I start to ask if she’s referring to my dick when she grabs my shaft and guides it to her entrance, slowly sinking on the tip. Nathalie moans, gripping my shoulders as I stretch her, and she lowers, taking another inch.

She lifts her hips again, sinking about halfway, and her eyes pop open when a groan tumbles from my lips. Fuck, she’s tight, and every wiggle is a test of restraint as she works me deeper.

Her lips meet mine for a slow kiss allowing her muscles to relax, and she drops lower onto my cock, squeezing me with a vice grip. I capture her moan with a kiss before she pulls away, releasing a small squeal.

“Holy shit. Are you all the way in?” She squeezes her eyes shut. “I can’t look.”

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