Page 75 of The Story of Us
“If you don’t like it, we stop, okay? You’re the boss.”
Eloise nodded, her eyes darkening further as Nate leant forward to steal a kiss before sinking to his knees.
“Wait,” she cried, and Nate paused. He was beginning to realise that he would actually wait for her forever. No matter how this ended, he was never going to be over her.
“Do you like it? Doing this to women, I mean. Not me specifically.”
His eyebrows raised. “Are you fucking kidding me? Thank God you’re so wet you can’t tell how much I’ve been drooling over you already.” He dropped his head to the juncture of her thighs, the scent of her arousal making him shiver. “I already love it. I would happily spend the whole night right here. That’s kind of my plan, actually.”
“Really?” The desire in her voice pushed his hand forward, a finger grazing against her clit.
“Oh my God,” Eloise cried and that was it. He had to move.
“You’re so tight,” he said, working his finger in and out.
The ache that burned in Nate’s balls spread throughout the rest of his body when he pulled his finger out and sucked it into his mouth, his eyes fluttering closed. “Oh,fuck,” he whispered. “Remember to tell me if you don’t like it.” And then he licked her. Once, twice before burying his face in Eloise’s most private place. He moved faster, tongue swirling around her clit, lapping at her arousal.
Eloise moaned, long and loud, and it was the best thing—the best thing—Nate had ever heard in his life.
Nate pushed in two fingers, pumping faster and faster, imagining it was his cock driving into her. Earning all those gasps and soft sighs, tracking how she responded when he crooked his fingers, sucked on her clit. When her thighs began to shake, he knew she was close.
He pulled away long enough to growl, “Come all over my face, Tiger.”
And like a good girl, she did.
* * *
Pride wasn’ta foreign emotion for Nate, but he’d never been as content as he was right now. Eloise was naked and sprawled across his bed, her dark hair a messy, tangled contradiction to his light grey sheets. Her chest still heaved as she recovered from the orgasm he’d just given her. Christ, he’d almost come just from listening to her, the way her body had moved as she chased her own pleasure.
“That was … wow.” Eloise’s breathing was still ragged. “I think I’ve forgotten how to speak.”
He should get up and light a fire, but that’d involve letting Eloise go, and he couldn’t do that right now. Tilting his face downwards, Nate pressed a soft kiss against her forehead. Small red marks from his beard decorated her chest. The sheet and covers were pooled around her waist, but the thought of them on her legs, her pussy made his dick protest even more. A groan fell from his lips.
How was he ever going to let her go?
He’d underestimated how quickly his feelings for her would deepen, careening towards love and all the things he couldn’t allow himself to have.
Eloise twisted in his arms, her tits pushing up towards him as she stretched her back, a warm hand landing low on his belly before slipping beneath the covers, her nails scratching his skin in the most delicious way. It was like finding a spot of warm sunshine on a winter’s day. Her palm wrapped around him, and Eloise’s eyes grew wide.
“So thick and long,” she said.
“That’s what every guy wants to hear,” Nate joked, needing to lighten the moment and hating himself for trying to drag everything they’d just shared back to the place where they were just friends having fun.
He sucked in a breath when Eloise’s hand started sliding along his length, her grasp tightening at the top. Nate closed his eyes.
“Tell me if I’m doing this wrong,” Eloise whispered before taking him in her mouth.
Truly, he meant to tell her that it was pretty much impossible to stuff up a blow job, but when her tongue swirled across his tip, one hand gripping the base of his cock while the other cupped his balls, the connection between his brain and mouth disappeared. Poof. Gone.
“Like this?” she murmured, and Nate used every ounce of strength left in his body to nod. She took her time, working him deeper and deeper until he felt the back of her throat, heard her muffled moan. Her hard nipples brushed against his legs, and Nate couldn’t help himself.
“So good,” he groaned.
“You like it?”
He couldn’t keep still, his hips rocking up to meet her, hands tangling in her hair. “If you keep doing what you’re doing …” He couldn’t finish the sentence, his brain short-circuiting when she sucked him deep again, one hand playing with his balls.
“I’m going to …” Pressure was building inside him, a fire licking up the length of his spine, warning alarms sounding that this was all going to end too quickly.
