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"At the time, no, it wasn't." He shrugs. "But I can laugh at it now. Just like you will."
I feel slightly better like we are more on even ground with our shared embarrassment.
“Thank you for sharing that,” I say. “I know that washardfor you.”
I can barely get the words out before I snort at my own stupid joke. Nate pretends to look like he's mad, but I can see the amusement dancing in his eyes.
“Your story is definitelystiffcompetition for mine,” I continue.
"You think that's funny?" He lunges forward towards me, and I scream with laughter as I try to run around the kitchen island to get away from him.
He circles the other around the other way to cut me off. I try to turn around, and once again, I slip. He grabs me around the waist and spins me, but we both go flying, and we land on the kitchen floor in a pile of tangled limbs.
Luckily for me, I land on him, and we are face to face with one another. I don't know what comes over me. Maybe it's the weeks of sexual frustration building up inside me or the fact that Nate looks so good even when he's drenched, I find myself leaning down and kissing him. He doesn't react at first, and I pull back, worried that I've crossed a line.
“No,” he practically moans, cupping the back of my head and pulling me back in for another kiss.
Without any urging from the other, we both deepen the kiss with the same sense of urgency. Nate sits us up, so I'm straddling his lap. My body takes over my brain, and an animalistic need for him takes over me. Nothing feels like it will ever be enough with him.
“I’ve wanted you since the moment I laid eyes on you,” he says as he kisses down from my neck to the swell of my breasts.
“I want you so bad,” I moan as I twist my hips against his hard cock. I’m grateful I don’t have the restriction in my thin pajama shorts as he does in his jeans.
Very little needs to be done to get me primed and ready to go. I push off his chest and stand up.
“Take off pants,” I tell him.
He tugs his shirt over his head and then frantically tugs at his belt. When he glances up at me, he stops what he’s doing to watch me as I strip out of my damp clothes. Each piece of clothing slapping against the tile floor as I pull it from my body and drop it next to me.
I should be cold from the water, but my skin feels like it's on fire. The sexual inferno in me is blazing, and only one thing will help me through it.
Nate pulls down his jeans and underwear, allowing his hard cock to spring free. Stacey McCarthy may have laughed back in the day, but today, Nate’s dick is no laughing matter.
I step forward, so I'm standing over the lap I just vacated. Nate runs his hands up the smooth skin of my legs. I start to squat down until I'm over his cock. I reach down between us and grip his thick length, guiding him to my eager entrance.
Nate grips my hips and holds me steady as I sink down onto his cock slowly. I hold onto his shoulders for support as I wait and let my body adjust to the fullness of him. My lips find Nate's lips, and we kiss each other deeply as I slowly start to circle my hips.
I can’t hold back to the moans of pleasure that escape me. There is no comparison between the vibrator I bought to the feeling of Nate deep inside me.
Our bodies move together, the friction building between us, increasing the pleasure to levels I've never felt before. It's like the world around us disappears, and we are all that is left between us. I want this feeling to last forever, but to finally feel some relief with this amazing guy that I feel an instant connection with would be incredible.
The pleasure pushes me to the brink, and I'm ready to fall over the edge. I feel Nate tense beneath me, and I know that he's ready too. I clench my inner muscles, and he moans out in pleasure as we both come as one. I cry out as the pleasure of release overtakes me, and I'm lost. I cling to Nate. He's my anchor, and he holds me close to him. I don't ever want him to let me go. The connection between us feels more secure than I've ever felt with anyone else. It's like my body was waiting for him to find me. It knew he was close before I did.
