Page 65 of Surrender
This time, he didn’t wipe it away, though.
He held my head there, forcing me to meet his gaze.
With his free hand, he grabbed the hard rod, and I instantlystuck my tongue out flat, opening my mouth. Letting him know just how badly I wanted him inside.
He laid the head on my tongue, tapping it a couple of times before pushing his hips forward and sliding it down my throat. I wrapped my lips around it, sucking hard as he drove in and out, faster and deeper each time until I once again gagged and he pulled all the way out, leaving me breathing heavily with saliva dripping from my mouth.
“Christ, you feel like heaven,” he murmured, his chest heaving too. “And you look damn fucking beautiful on your knees.”
I reached for him, but he grabbed my wrist, dragging me to my feet. “Nate! I—”
Before I could protest, he hooked his hands under my ass and lifted me, pressing me back against the shower wall. I held tight to his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist, and just as I did, he sank himself deep into my pussy.
Gasping, I pushed my hips forward, grinding them against him excitedly.
His arms circled my waist, and he pressed his face into the crook of my neck. “The first time I come in you, it isn’t going to be in your damn mouth,” he growled, thrusting hard up inside me. “I’m gonna claim this fucking pussy, knowing no other guy is ever going to be in it again. That okay with you?”
“Yes,” I groaned. “Yes. Just you.”
“Good girl,” he murmured, right in my ear. “Hold on fucking tight.”
I clung to his neck as he pounded hard and fast into my pussy, stealing my breath and building the fastest damn orgasm I’d ever felt. It came on suddenly, my body tensing, and a long, shuddering moan leaving my mouth as I fell off the edge. “Shit!” I hissed, my entire body shaking. “Holy shit.”
Nate followed seconds later, slamming into me with one last thrust. He was holding me so tight it was almost hard to breatheas his cock twitched inside me, filling me up just like he wanted.
“Darcy… you…” he said between breaths, shaking his head when the rest of the words refused to come. “Jesus Christ! What the hell…”
I giggled, taking his head in my hands and directing his mouth to mine.
This kiss was slower.
Smoother.
Less urgent and hurried.
He pulled out of me, his mouth moving with mine, teasing and tasting, as he lowered my feet to the shower floor, hands cradling my hips like he wasn’t quite ready to let me go.
And he didn’t have to.
We had time.
“It’s funny how I thought I knew everything about you,” I said softly, water still cascading around us. “Like how you think. How you act. When you’re angry, even though you try to say that you’re not. I feel like I know your mind and you know mine better than anyone else.”
His eyes softened, searching mine.
“But now I’m learning how we fit physically. Together. And I… uh…” I let out a breathless laugh, feeling my cheeks begin to glow. “I really like this part too.”
He chuckled, dipping his head into my neck again and nuzzling at my jaw. “Fuck, you make it really hard to take things slow when you say stuff like that.”
I stretched my neck to the side, letting my eyes fall closed as he peppered kisses along my shoulder. “I don’t want slow,” I whispered, swallowing a nervous lump in my throat. “It’s always been you, Nate.”
He growled low in his throat, and I opened my eyes to find his. Burning. Warming. Both at the same time. “It’s always been us,” he said with confidence and a look in his eyes that I’d neverget sick of. “And it always will be.”
I smiled, feeling an emotional burn at the back of my throat.
A good burn.
Like a fire in winter.
