Page 16 of Down Knot Out
Nathaniel shifts, adjusting our position without removing his hand, his larger frame shielding me from the sun. His fingers continue their maddening exploration, now joined by his thumb circling where I need it most.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs, watching pleasure reshape my features. “Your eyes darken when you’re aroused. Did you know? Pink like sunset clouds.”
I can’t form words to respond, can only manage a soft moan that pleases him. My hips move of theirown accord, seeking more pressure, more friction. Nathaniel obliges, sliding another finger inside me while his thumb continues to make maddening circles.
The dual sensation leaves me gasping, my back arching further, incoherent pleas falling from my lips.
“Look at you,” he purrs. “So responsive. So perfect.”
His fingers curl in a come-hither motion, and stars explode behind my eyelids. My thighs tremble, pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak.
“Nathaniel,” I manage, voice barely above a whisper. “Please.”
Tongue sweeping over his bottom lip, he withdraws his hand, leaving me aching and empty. But it’s only so he can shift position, settling between my parted thighs, his weight supported on one forearm planted beside my head. His other hand works at his belt, then the button and zipper of his khakis.
“Are you sure?” he asks, the restraint costing him, his jaw tight and a muscle jumping in his cheek.
In answer, I reach for him, my fingers finding the warm skin of his lower back beneath his shirt. Ipull him toward me, lifting my hips in invitation. “Yes. Please, Alpha.”
He kisses me again, deep and thorough, as he positions himself, his cock hot and hard as he notches at my entrance. Then he pushes inside, a slow but steady thrust that has me clutching at his shoulders, nails digging into the fibers of his shirt.
The stretch and fullness have me gasping into his mouth, and he swallows the sound, bottoming out and holding still while I adjust to the sensation.
A fine tremor shakes the arms braced on either side of me. “Okay?”
I nod, unable to find words for how much more than okay I am. He begins to move then, setting a gentle rhythm that matches the waves lapping at the shore, each careful thrust sending ripples of pleasure through me. I wrap my legs around his hips, changing the angle, drawing him deeper.
Nathaniel groans, dropping his forehead to rest on mine. “You feel incredible. So tight. So wet for me.”
His words, combined with the slide of him inside me, send another rush of heat through my body. I’m hypersensitive, every nerve ending alive and singing. The slight roughness of the blanket beneath me, the weight of him pressing me down,the pleasure of Nathaniel moving inside me— It’s almost too much to take.
Gradually, his movements become less measured, more urgent, as his breathing grows ragged, matching my own as his control slips. One hand slides beneath me, cupping my bottom, angling my hips to meet each thrust, and the change in position hits that bundle of nerves deep inside. I cry out, the sound carried away by the ocean breeze.
“That’s it,” Nathaniel encourages, his voice a growl now. “Let me hear you.”
I’m beyond self-consciousness, beyond anything but the building pressure inside me. My hands clutch at his back, his shoulders, anywhere I can reach as his name falls from my lips, over and over.
His hand slides between us to where our bodies join, and his thumb finds that sensitive bundle of nerves again, circling in time with his powerful thrusts. The dual stimulations push my pleasure toward the precipice, and my inner walls clench around him, drawing a harsh groan from deep in his chest.
“Come for me, sweetheart,” he commands, an Alpha growl that has my Omega instincts submitting. “Come around me.”
Pleasure crests and breaks through me. I arch beneath him, crying out his name as my inner walls pulse around him, leaving me trembling and clutching at his back.
Nathaniel’s rhythm falters and grows erratic. His thrusts become more forceful, driving deeper, and pressure builds as his knot swells inside me, locking us together in the most primal way. His knot stretches me to my limits, triggering another wave of pleasure, smaller but no less intense.
“Mine,” he growls as his cum floods into me.
Still joined, Nathaniel shifts his weight, turning us to lie on our sides, face to face, his body blocking the wind blowing off the ocean.
His hand strokes my hair back from my face, his touch tender. “Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I gasp, still catching my breath. “More than okay.” Another shudder of pleasure rolls through me. “That was…”
“Yeah.” His thumb traces my cheekbone.
And between us, the bond hums, promising everything I’ve ever wanted.
Quiet fills the Homestead when I return, my body still humming with the echo of Nathaniel’s touch.The Alpha had kissed me on the porch before heading back down to the job site.
