Page 56 of Fate in Motion
He shrugs. “Let’s call it the Sideways position. I have no idea. But what I can imagine is that it will be less work.”
We both laugh, already tugging off our pants, ready to try something new.
I grab the lube and coat myself, while Nate gets himself hard, rubbing strokes over his dick.
Before Nate reaches for the condom, I glance over at him with a smirk. “We’ve been officially together for over two months now,” I say, teasing. “I think it’s time I reward you…by letting you raw dog me.”
Nate raises his brows, his hand pausing mid-reach. “Seriously?” he says, clearly down. “Because I’m very into that. And don’t worry, I’ve been tested and I’m in the clear.”
“Same here,” I say, my voice low. “Completely STD free.”
Nate’s already fully hard, stroking himself slowly, with warm lube slick around his length. “Lie down,” he murmurs, nodding to the bed. “Like we’re spooning. I’ll come up behind you and we’ll go from there.”
We shift into position like we’re just cuddling in bed, except we’re both naked, horny, and more than ready to go. He kisses the back of my shoulder, slicks me with more lube in between my cheeks, and takes his time preparing me until I’m panting into the pillow.
When he finally pushes in, it’s slow and steady, with perfect motion. I moan, barely able to form a sentence. “God, I love this position. I don’t even have to move.”
Nate chuckles softly behind me. “I’m barely moving either. Is this our new favorite position? I think, yes.”
Instead of answering, I let out a loud moan as he slides deeper. One of his hands wraps around to stroke me in rhythm. I push my hips back against him, wanting more. We fall into an easy rhythm, bodies slapping softly together. Every thrust feels better, more intense than the last.
“This feels so good,” I gasp. “I love you so much.”
He doesn’t say it back right away, but I can tell from the way he holds me tighter, how his rhythm deepens and speeds up, that he loves me too. He finishes first, inside me, and I feel the warmth spreading. The thoughtful guy he is, he keeps going long enough to make sure I finish too, shooting all over the sheets.
He pulls out and leans over with a wicked grin. “Oops. You’re totally washing that.”
“You made me do that,” I fire back. “So, you’re washing it.”
He laughs, slaps my ass, and disappears into the bathroom for a shower.
We clean up quickly, slipping into pajamas, and both of us look at each other with clear satisfaction and relaxation. The plan for the rest of the night is to finish season three of Schitt’s Creek and get to bed by ten or eleven.
We settle onto the couch, snuggling under a blanket, but before Nate can grab the remote, I swipe it from him.
“I want you to come to Boston with me,” I say, trying to sound casual and confident.
Nate looks over at me. “Are you taking me to the aquarium?”
I snort. “No, dumbass. I’m playing Boston in two weeks, and I want you to meet my family.”
His smile falters just slightly. “Wait, like…actually meet them?”
“Yeah. They live in Framingham, like thirty minutes from the stadium. I already told them a little about you, but nothing serious. I’ll get tickets for them and you. You’d sit with them at the game. I am thinking we crash there Saturday night, and all hang out during the day Sunday, since the game is at 8:30 p.m.”
Nate, thinking to himself for a second, says, “Will it be weird if I’m sitting with them and they barely know me?”
I turn fully toward him. “If I love you, they’ll love you. My parents are sweet and helpless. My brothers are dinguses, but you'll enjoy them. Imagine me, but twenty times more nuts.”
Nate relaxes. “I’m excited to meet them,” he says, eyes warm. “I just really hope they like me.”
I reach for his thigh and squeeze it. “Babe, everyone loves you.”
He smiles widely, and we sit there for a second, our hands resting on each other's thighs, the glow of the TV lighting up our faces. I grab the remote and press play on our new favorite show and start the binge session.
Nate
We’re about two hours into this four-hour drive to Framingham, Massachusetts, and I feel like I’m shitting myself with nerves.
