Page 75 of Secrets in Love
His words and the open passion his gorgeous face expressed had that last functional part of my brain—the sensible, rational, logical division—on its last legs. “My heart breaks when you say that because we can’t sustain it even if we did want this. I amnotcoming home with you.” He stopped at my feet, reached for my hand, and placed a heavenly kiss on the inside of my wrist. My body ignited. Who knew the wrist held such power? “Nate,” I sighed with a tremble.
“This is one hundred percent up to you, Eves.” He kissed an inch or so higher. “Do you want to keep playing the martyr?” He kissed higher again. “Keep lying to yourself and denying how you feel?” And again. “Will you willingly walk away empty-handed? Or will you be that incredibly fucking brave and brutally honest woman I know you are and forge on, hand-in-hand, with me?” He sensually kissed the inside of my elbow, licking and sucking the soft skin into his mouth in a way that should have felt weird but felt like heaven. “Either way, whatever path you choose, you have to be at least truthful and acknowledge what you want.”
I took a series of shallow, shaking breaths as he released my arm and reached out and wiped the tears from my cheek with his thumb. “Please don’t be sad, Evie.”
“I’m not sad. I’m scared and happy. Anxious to the point of shitting myself, but also…” I paused.
“Also…?” His left eyebrow cocked.
I stood, pulled Nate to his feet, and led him to my bed. “I think…I think I’m ready.” Before I could change my mind, I placed his hand on the neatly fastened bow of my robe. A smile of pure joy broke across his face, and he looked at me with such love in his eyes I feared I might explode.
He nodded. “Are you sure?”
I stepped back, the bow fell apart, and my robe slipped open. “Yes. I… I think I’ve wanted this for a long time. I want you to be my first.”
A shudder rolled through his body as he slipped off my robe. It was then I remembered and regretted the ugly, fluffy pajama pants I had put on, but something in the way Nate looked me up and down told me I could have been in a Teletubbies costume, and he wouldn’t have cared.
Something slipped into place inside me when I felt the touch of his hands on my face, cradling my cheeks like I was the most precious thing on earth, and he gently pressed his lips to mine. He gripped me tighter, his fingers strong and demanding. His pace was desperate yet timid. The softness of his lips was almost overwhelming, but then again, that was Nate. The boy everyone saw as a badboy, a fuckboy, a bit of a joke was nothing but heart and soft and sweet and fluffy as a marshmallow.
From head to toe, my skin tingled deliciously as he threaded a hand through my hair and behind my neck, the other falling to the small of my back, his fingers brushing the swell of my ass. I hummed, melting in his arms, and felt the cure, the twitch of a smile on his lips.
It was amazing. What I’d always dreamed of being kissed like.
ButI sensed he was holding back—I presumed on account of the whole virgin thing, which was brilliant and kind. Still, I was committed and needed to move things along before that frigid bitch in my mind found her way out of the prison the other versions of me had her locked away in. So, when he relaxed his grip and came up for air, I broke away, slid my pants over my hips, slipped my top over my head, then laid on my bed in nothing but my panties.
Nate exhaled loudly, rubbed the back of his neck, and stalked toward me. “Christ. Dammit, Evie. You are so bloody beautiful.”
I parted my legs, and he knelt between them, his eyes wider and darker than I’d ever seen them. Any hesitation he may have felt seemed to disappear. He dipped his head to my breasts and made an almost pained cry as he pressed a kiss in the valley between them. “I knew they would be incredible. Can I taste them?”
“Yes, please,” I begged. One at a time, he kissed, sucked, and grazed his teeth over my nipples, drawing embarrassingly loud moans and twisting my body. While lavishing one, his hand would caress the other. “Your skin is so soft and sweet, and your nipples are the most gorgeous fucking things I have ever seen.” He sighed with his lips still on my body.
My hands fisted his hair, and desperate to kiss him, I pulled him up to my lips. As he rose, the weight of his body against me sent a rush of need to my already wet and throbbing sex, but then his ridiculously hard cock pressed against me, and I squealed in delight and surprise.
“You’re so hard, Nate, and we haven’t even done anything.”
He kissed me harder and deeper than before, and I laughed when he pulled away. “Woman, I’m hard when you walk into the room. Touching you like this has me ready to explode.”
“You really think I’m sexy, then?” I asked, one hundred percent wanting to hear something filthy from his mouth.
“Are you kidding me, Evie? I’ve jacked off while picturing you so many times over my life. My cock is that hard for you. I could spear a hole into the earth’s core. Here, feel it for yourself if you don’t believe me.” He pushed his body off mine, grabbed my hand, and cupped it over his bulge. We both groaned and threw our heads back. “Fuck, Evie. I have to have you, or I’m gonna die. Tell me you feel it too.”
“I feel it, Nate. I don’t really know what to do, but I’m ready.” I dragged him back onto my lips. We kissed and caressed, our hands exploring every untouched part of each other until Nate held me to him, flipped onto his back, gripped my hips, and rolled me over his cock again and again.
“Fuuuccckkk,” he moaned. “You’re so wet. I can feel it. As for what to do, let your body dictate. Don’t think, just feel.” I flipped onto my back, and he immediately latched onto my breasts. “Baby, I think you’re ready, but I am going to take it slow. We don’t even have to do it now. Do you have some toys?” he asked between nips. “Something you’re used to that I can start with. Or would you like me to use my tongue or fingers, slowly and gently to—”
My hand shot out, grabbed his jaw, and pulled his face up to meet my eyes.
“Don’t treat me like I’m some delicate rose you need to be gentle with. I’m no innocent kid you have to protect. I’m a fucking woman who wants to be railed. Can you do that, Nate? Can you take me and fuck the absolute shit out of me?”
I had stunned him. He froze for the briefest of seconds before shaking his head and smiling down at me. “Yes. Fuck yes.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t want a finger, and I don’t want a toy.”
I pushed down his shorts and grabbed his unbelievably hard, somehow silky soft and terrifyingly huge cock in my hands and squeezed. “I want this. I want you to teach me. I want it rough, and I want it now.”
“Evie…you got it. But I will not be rough…not to start with, anyway.” Nate quickly grabbed a condom from his pocket and discarded his pants to the floor, and I watched in fascination as he quickly rolled it over the glistening crown of his cock. He then took my wrists and placed my hands at the base of his perfect length. With his hands over mine, he pumped them up and down, once, twice, then pulled them off and pinned my arms above my head. He removed one hand and ran his free fingers through my soaked slit. “Okay, being wet enough for me isnotgoing to be a problem.” He raised his fingers to his mouth and sucked them clean. “But I’m not gonna give you all of me to start with. Too much Nate the Great can be lethal.”
“Idiot.” I sighed, and he smiled against my lips, shutting me up with a kiss.
