Page 66 of The Story of Us
“You’ll do it? Teach me?” she whispered against his lips. The ache in his dick increased with every word Eloise said.
All he could do was tell her the truth. A not-so-secret secret to add to the ones they’d already shared. “I’ll do anything you ask of me. Tell me when it feels good,” he said.
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Eloise hopedthe crackling of the fire swallowed her whimper. Nate’s hands moved higher, coasting up her back, and she leant into his touch.
“Is that good?” His left hand was already in her hair, pulling her closer.
“Mmmhmmm.” She sounded a little drunk.
“Good. Now tell me when it’s great.”
“It shouldn’t be all about me, though.” The flickering flames gave off enough light that it was obvious Nate was straining against his jeans. She’d done that. To him. A bolder woman would drop to their knees and find out how heavy he was with their mouth. Eloise licked her lips, a spark of confidence appearing when Nate released a tortured groan.
“There’ll be plenty of time for me later.”
Eloise liked the way his voice deepened when he said “later”, his gaze dropping to the vee-neck of her jumper.
“Come here.” He patted his thighs, and this time she didn’t give herself a chance to hesitate, scrambling onto his lap. “Tell me if it’s too much.”
It wasn’t nearly enough.
Eloise scooted forward, saying a prayer of thanks to whoever invented jeans. Settling against the hard bulge in Nate’s pants, the seam on her pants pressed right on her clit. This was already the most exciting sexual experience she’d ever had.
“Okay?” he asked.
“Uh-huh.” Since when was her voice so husky?
The fire changed direction, throwing a glow across Nate’s face. “Take what you need,” he said.
“What?”
He didn’t mean what she thought he did. Did he? Was she supposed to grind all over him? A steady pulse began to throb between her legs, her body temperature soaring. Nate shifted, the motion pressing his cock right up against her. A loud and breathy moan escaped from her lips. She’d always been very quiet in bed, but the field of data was best described as scant.
“If you don’t move soon, Tiger, I’m going to explode.”
Eloise blushed at the way Nate groaned her nickname and tentatively rolled her hips, not used to being on top. Colours burst in front of her eyes. She did it again, unable to stop the needy sound slipping from her lips.
“Yes,” Nate growled, his mouth against her ear as he pulled her closer, thrusting up against her. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
All her thoughts were going fuzzy, her body moving on autopilot. “More, please,” she whimpered.
Immediately, Nate’s hands were back underneath her jumper, squeezing, caressing her flesh until he palmed her heavy, aching breasts.
“Still okay?” he asked.
“So okay.”
She’d barely finished speaking before he was pushing her bra cups down, rolling and pinching her nipples. He sealed his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue in time with his hips.
“Next time, I’d like to taste you,” Nate said, breaking the kiss. “First, I’d use my fingers, paint your nipples with your sweetness and suck it off you until you were begging for more. Then I’d want your thighs shaking against my face, your hands in my hair as you came.”
All the air left Eloise’s body, her hips jerking, chasing the wave of pleasure that was just out of reach.
“Would you let me do that? Give yourself to me?”
Eloise cried out, fireworks erupting inside her as Nate gripped her hips, held her still over his hard cock. His features were drawn tight, the muscle in his jaw clenched as he continued to rock underneath her.
